The Night Train to Prague

The compartment smelled of stale coffee and worn upholstery, but underneath it all I caught her scent—that jasmine perfume she’d worn for years, the one I’d tried to forget. I looked up from my book and there she was, sliding the door shut behind her, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Marek,” Lena said, dropping her bag onto the seat across from me. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“You’re stalking me,” I said, but my voice came out rougher than I intended.

“Maybe.” She sat down, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up just a fraction. “Or maybe I booked this train specifically because I knew you’d be on it.”

The train lurched, and the lights flickered. Outside, the platform slid away into darkness. We were alone in the compartment, the corridor empty through the frosted glass.

“That’s a little desperate, even for you,” I said.

“You’re the one who left,” she said quietly. “Three years ago. No goodbye, no explanation. Just gone.”

I opened my mouth to answer, but she was already standing, moving toward me with that deliberate grace I remembered too well. She dropped to her knees between my legs, her hands on my thighs.

“I don’t want to talk about the past,” she whispered, her breath warm through the fabric of my trousers. “I want to remember what it felt like.”

My cock hardened instantly, betraying every rational thought. “Lena…”

“Shut up, Marek.” Her fingers found my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. “I’ve been thinking about this for three years.”

She pulled my cock out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft, and I groaned as she stroked me slowly, deliberately. Her thumb traced the vein along the underside, and I bucked into her grip.

“God, I missed this,” she breathed, leaning in to press her lips against the tip.

But before she could take me in her mouth, I caught her chin and lifted her face to mine. “Not yet,” I said. “I want to taste you first.”

Her eyes widened, and I saw the flash of heat there. I guided her up, turning her around, pressing her chest down against the narrow bunk. Her skirt rode up over her hips, revealing the lace edge of her panties.

“No,” she said, but it came out breathless. “Marek, the door…”

“Locked,” I said, reaching down to slide her panties down her thighs. “And we’re alone.”

Her ass was bare now, pale and perfect in the dim light. I ran my palms over the curve of it, feeling her shiver under my touch. Then I parted her cheeks and leaned in.

The first lick made her gasp. I dragged my tongue from her perineum up to her asshole, slow and flat, tasting her heat, her musk. She moaned, pressing back against my face.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “Yes.”

I circled her hole with my tongue, teasing, dipping just the tip inside. She was already wet, her pussy dripping down her thighs. I could smell her arousal, sweet and sharp.

“You like that?” I murmured against her skin.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I ate her ass like I was starving, licking, probing, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She was rocking back against me, riding my face, her moans filling the tiny compartment.

“Marek,” she panted. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

I pulled back just long enough to say, “Not yet.” Then I pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind, curling them up while my tongue worked her asshole in tight circles.

She came with a strangled cry, her whole body shuddering, her thighs clamping around my hand. I kept licking through it, feeling her pulse against my tongue, until she collapsed onto the bunk, breathing hard.

I turned her over, pulling her up onto the mattress. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock slick with her wetness.

—Mírame —dije.

She did. I pushed inside her in one slow, thick thrust, and we both groaned. She was so tight, so hot, gripping me like she’d never let go.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “I forgot how big you are.”

I started to move, slow at first, grinding deep. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her heels digging into my back. The train swayed, rocking us together, and I picked up the pace.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Please, Marek, harder.”

I gave her what she wanted, slamming into her, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the compartment. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached down to pinch her nipples, making her cry out.

“I’m gonna come again,” she gasped.

“Come for me,” I said. “Come on my cock.”

She did, her inner walls clenching around me, pulling me over the edge with her. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, spilling inside her, my forehead pressed to hers.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The train rattled on through the night, and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest.

“I missed you,” she whispered finally.

“I know,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I missed you too.”

She smiled, small and real. “Don’t leave this time.”

I kissed her forehead. “I won’t.”

CATEGORIES: [Rimming, On the Train, Ex-Girlfriend, Rough sex, Just the Two of Us]