Night Train to Anywhere

The compartment door slid shut with a soft click, sealing us in the half-dark of the couchette. The train swayed gently, the rhythm of the rails humming through the narrow space, and the dim blue nightlight cast shadows across the two lower berths. Lena stood by the window, her back to me, one hand pressed against the cold glass as the city lights blurred past.

I watched her. The way her tank top stretched across her shoulders. The curve of her spine. The thin fabric of her leggings hugging every line of her thighs.

She turned, catching my gaze, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

"You're staring, Alex."

"Can you blame me?"

She laughed, soft and low. "We've been in here five minutes and you're already staring."

"Five minutes of torture," I said, leaning back on the narrow seat. "You've been bending over, stretching, touching your toes... I'm only human."

Lena stepped closer, the train rocking her balance, and she placed one hand on my knee. Her fingers were warm. "You're my trainer. You're supposed to be professional."

"I'm off the clock."

"Are you?"

I reached up and caught her wrist, pulling her down onto my lap. She let out a surprised gasp, then settled her weight against me, her thighs pressing into mine, her hands resting on my shoulders.

"This is very unprofessional," she whispered, her breath brushing my lips.

"Then stop me."

She didn't.

Her mouth met mine, soft at first, testing. I slid my hand into her hair, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened, hungry and searching. Her tongue traced my lower lip, and I groaned, my fingers tightening in her dark waves.

"Fuck, Lena..."

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark in the dim light. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Every time you put your hands on my waist to correct my form. Every time you told me to go deeper, push harder..."

"Now you're the one torturing me."

She grinned, and then she was on her feet, pulling me up with her, pressing me back against the window. The glass was cool through my shirt, but her body was hot against mine, her hips grinding into my growing hardness.

"Show me what you can do, trainer."

I didn't need a second invitation.

My hands slid down her sides, gripping the waistband of her leggings, tugging them down her hips. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, and I pressed her against the compartment wall, my mouth on her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts through the thin cotton of her top.

She moaned, her fingers clutching my shoulders, her back arching into me.

"More," she breathed. "I want more."

I pulled her top over her head, and she stood there, half-naked in the swaying train, her skin golden in the blue light. I dropped to my knees, my hands running up her thighs, spreading them, and I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her through the damp fabric of her panties.

"Alex..."

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I hooked my thumbs into the elastic, pulling them down, baring her to me. The train lurched, and I steadied myself, my mouth finding her, my tongue parting her folds, tasting her warmth.

She cried out, her hips pressing forward, and I held her there, licking and sucking, feeling her tremble against my tongue. Her grip tightened, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Don't stop... please..."

I didn't. I pushed deeper, my tongue circling her clit, and her body shuddered, her thighs clamping around my head as she came, a long, low moan escaping her lips.

I stood, my mouth wet, my cock straining against my jeans. She reached for my belt, fumbling with the buckle, her hands shaking.

"Need you inside me," she said, her voice rough. "Now."

I pushed her onto the lower berth, her body bouncing on the thin mattress, and I was on top of her, my jeans undone, my cock sliding against her wetness.

"Look at me," I said.

She did. Her eyes locked on mine, dark and wide.

I pushed in.

She gasped, her back arching, her nails digging into my shoulders. I sank deeper, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop me, and she moaned, her hips rising to meet mine.

"Fuck... yes..."

I moved slowly at first, the rhythm of the train matching our pace, each thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.

"Harder," she whispered. "Harder, Alex."

I gave her what she wanted. I drove into her, the compartment filling with the sounds of our bodies, her moans, the creak of the berth. She cried out with each thrust, her hands gripping the sheets, her body writhing beneath me.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Don't stop..."

I didn't. I fucked her through it, feeling her clench around me, her orgasm rippling through her, and I followed, a groan tearing from my throat as I came inside her, hot and deep.

We stayed like that, tangled together, breathing hard. The train rumbled on through the night.

She laughed, a soft, breathless sound. "Best training session I've ever had."

I kissed her forehead. "Wait till we get to the gym."

She punched my shoulder, and I pulled her closer, feeling her heart beat against my chest. The blue light flickered, and the train swayed, and we lay there, sweaty and satisfied, as the miles rolled on.

CATEGORIES: [Flirting, In the Train, Trainer, Fitness, Milf]