Virgin on the Orient Express - Sex Stories

Virgin on the Orient Express

[By no means my best work so far, will re-work it at a later date but hopefully some of you will enjoy it! :P ] Elena winced as she sipped her G&T. The lemon was sharp. The journey had been trying so far, and she was only one hour into a 24 hour ride. As part of this frankly ridiculous pilgrimage to Egypt to see her dying uncle, she had agreed to abide by his wishes and travel by train across uncivilised lands. She sighed. It will be worth it when I inherit a fortune, she told herself inwardly. Think of the money. Think of the money. "Waiter!" She exclaimed. The swarthy youth turned round. Dangling her now empty glass in front of him, he removed it and placed it on his silver tray. "No lemon," she snapped. Moments later, he returned from the bar and handed her a fresh one, with no lemon in sight. "Your drink, Madam," he dipped his head slightly as he said this, his heavy Italian accent evident. "Can I get you anything else?" She waved him away. "No, no, that will be all." The waiter turned and headed to the next table. Elena sipped again. Much better this time. She settled back, as far as decency would allow and perused the other passengers in the dining car. Old couple, honeymooners, old couple, priest, old spinster...it was dreadful. Not a sniff of an eligible bachelor anywhere, the other reason she had agreed to drag herself across Europe in this way. She looked back at the waiter. Shame he was nobody, she thought, He has a nice physique, Tight rear, a ripple of muscle ...

... under that shirt...No, she wouldn't look at such a person, he had no title, no status, nothing to offer her. He turned around and she quickly looked away, flushed. He walked over and smiled, "Can I get you something, Madam?" he had a cheeky expression, she thought. Impertinent. "Anything at all?" "I've said no already. I'll let you know if I need anything." She finished the last mouthful of gin, and stood up sharply. The train wobbled as it went over some rocky terrain, and she almost fell, had the waiter not caught her by the arm. She smoothed her dress down, and grabbed her clutch purse. "Thank you." She wriggled her arm free and strode towards the door. She had a luxurious cabin aboard this monstrosity at least. She opened the door and sat down next to the window. It was summer, and the window had been left open to allow the cabin to be cooled. She unclipped her earrings, and took off her necklace. Placing them on the table, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. She slipped her arms out of the beaded cocktail dress she had been wearing, and was glad to be in only her chemise now. She could feel a welcome cool breeze drifting in, and she lay back on the bed. She didn't know how long she had been asl**p when she heard the door to her cabin being opened quietly. She sat upright quickly and covered her chest with her arms. It was the waiter from the dining car. What on earth did this plebian want now? "How dare you come in here uninvited?" "I came to make sure you didn't ...