Alpine Temptation

The Orient Express-style carriage swayed gently as it climbed through the Swiss Alps. Snow-capped peaks glittered under the late afternoon sun, but my attention kept drifting to the man sitting opposite me in the private cabin.

我是埃琳娜，三十四岁，嫁给一个银行家已经八年，他此刻正在苏黎世出差。丝绸衬衫因为车厢里的温暖轻轻贴在皮肤上，铅笔裙已经卷得够高，刚好露出大腿丝袜的蕾丝边。

He introduced himself as Marcus, a ruggedly handsome architect in his late thirties with sharp cheekbones, dark stubble, and eyes the color of aged whiskey. His voice was low, cultured, with a faint Italian accent that made my stomach tighten.

“第一次穿越阿尔卑斯山？”他问道，从私人吧台又给我倒了一杯冰镇香槟。

“第三个。”我说道，接受了这个事实。我们的手指轻轻擦过。一丝火花。“但从来没有在这么……亲密的陪伴下。”

He smiled slowly. “Lucky me.”

The conversation started innocent enough—art, travel, favorite hidden corners of Europe—but the air grew thicker with every mile. I crossed my legs, the soft whisper of nylon loud in the quiet cabin. His gaze dropped, lingered, then rose to meet mine again. Neither of us looked away.

火车在弯道处摇晃了一下。我的膝盖碰到了他的。我没有缩回去，反而就让它靠在那里。我们相触的地方升起一阵热意。

“你结婚了。”他轻声说，目光扫向我手指上那枚细细的金戒指。

“我是。”我的声音比我预想的更带着喘息。“你呢？”

“离了。米兰没人等我。”他身体前倾，手肘撑在膝盖上。“这会改变什么吗，埃琳娜？”

I licked my lips. The scenery outside blurred—white mountains, dark pines, a flash of turquoise lake. Inside, everything felt slow, inevitable.

“No,” I whispered. “It doesn’t.”

他的手滑上我的小腿，指尖沿着丝袜的接缝描摹。我打了个颤。车厢里很暖和，弥漫着皮革、香槟和他淡淡的雪松古龙水的气味。我的乳头在蕾丝胸罩里硬挺起来。

“You’re trembling,” he murmured.

“因为我想要。”话没来得及刹住就脱口而出。“我不该……但我想要。”

Marcus stood, closed the heavy velvet curtain with a decisive snap, then locked the cabin door. The click sounded final. Exciting. He pulled me up by the hands until our bodies pressed together. His chest was solid, his cock already hard against my stomach.

我们的第一个吻饥渴而热烈，双唇张开，舌头急切地交缠。我对着他呻吟出声，他的双手沿着我的背往下游走，隔着紧身裙揉捏我的臀部。他用力一捏，将我微微托起，让我能感受到他每一寸粗厚的欲望。

“God, you smell incredible,” he growled against my neck, nipping the sensitive skin. “Like expensive perfume and pure want.”

I laughed breathlessly, fingers working his shirt buttons. “Then stop talking and fuck me, Marcus. Before I change my mind.”

He didn’t need telling twice. In seconds my blouse was open, bra shoved down so my full breasts spilled out. His mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard while his hand disappeared under my skirt. Strong fingers hooked my soaked panties aside and stroked my slick pussy lips.

“操，你湿透了。”他低声说着，拇指绕着我又肿又胀的阴蒂打转。我倒吸一口气，胯部猛地一挺。

The train whistled sharply as it entered a tunnel. Darkness swallowed the cabin for a moment, then golden emergency lights cast everything in warm shadow. I shoved his trousers down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up heavy and veined, the head already glistening with precum. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking firmly.

“好大。”我喘着气，咬着嘴唇。“我要它进来。”

马库斯把我转了个身，让我趴在面向车窗的软垫长椅上。当火车重新冲进阳光里时，我的双手撑在冰凉的玻璃上。白雪覆盖的山谷飞速掠过，他一把将我的裙子掀到腰间，又把内裤扯到大腿处。

He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my dripping slit, teasing my entrance. “Tell me you want it raw.”

“我要你不戴套。”我喘着气说。“直接干我。射满我。”

随着一记有力的挺入，他整根没入到底。我们同时发出低沉的呻吟。我的小穴被他的粗壮撑开，穴壁贪婪地收缩着。他感觉棒极了——滚烫、坚硬、完美。

“操，埃琳娜……你的小穴把我夹得好紧。”他缓缓抽出，又猛地顶入，开始了毫不留情的节奏。肌肤相撞的湿滑声响与火车车轮的咔嗒声交织在一起。

I pushed back to meet every stroke, moaning without shame. “Harder… oh fuck, yes, just like that. Deeper!”

他扣住我的胯部，猛烈地抽插着。一只手滑到前面，在我阴蒂上打着紧致的圈。双重刺激让我的双腿发颤。窗外，一座壮丽的山峰赫然出现，又随着轨道转弯消失。体内，快感在我小腹里越缠越紧。

“你要把我干到高潮了。”我喘着气，声音都变了调。

“来吧。在我的鸡巴上高潮，已婚的小姐。”他的抽插变得狂乱，每一次顶入，囊袋都拍打着我的阴蒂。

高潮像雪崩一样袭来。我尖叫出声，小穴紧紧裹着他猛力抽送的肉棒剧烈收缩。一波波热浪席卷全身，爱液涂满他的肉棒，顺着我的大腿滴落。飞驰而过的白色风景让我的视线变得模糊。

马库斯低吼着，尽可能深地埋入我体内。“操……我也要射了。”

我感觉到他滚烫的精液第一股强劲地喷涌而出，灌满了我痉挛的小穴。他继续抽插着，一股又一股浓稠地射进来，直到满溢出来，顺着他的肉棒流下，滴落在我的丝袜上。那湿漉漉、淫靡的声音下流又完美。

We stayed locked together, panting, as the train slowed for a picturesque village stop. His lips brushed my shoulder.

“还是已婚状态？”他带着坏笑问道。

I turned my head, kissed him messily. “Still married. And already wondering when the next tunnel comes.”

他低沉地笑了笑，阴茎在我体内再次跳动。火车又一次猛然晃动，载着我们深入群山，也更深地进入彼此。