She stared out the window at the passing scenery, at seemingly endless acres of fields and vineyards. Her face had taken on the melancholy look of her thoughts as they ran deep.

Ten years of marriage she'd given him, fifteen years of her life in all, for what? For him to decide that she wasn't worth it. They'd been through rough times before, but this time was different. The relationship was cold. And when she suggested they try some time apart, he left and didn't look back.

In the time since they split she had realized how suppressed her life had been. They were high school sweethearts; they started dating when she was seventeen. She had only been with one other guy, a prom night mistake but she carried no regrets.

Now, thirty-two years old, free and feeling a little lost; she has found herself and decided to start living life for her. That's how she ended up here, 3,000 miles from home on train in the middle of France. She had always dreamed of touring Europe, but Jim was not interested.

A knock on the door brought her back to the now and why she was here, to have fun. She answered the door.

"Yes?" she questioned, looking at the young man who stood before her.

"Est-ce que je peux faire pour vous, madame?" he replied, giving her a once over, non chalantly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My French is not very good," she admitted, ashamed of herself for not being better prepared, "Parlez-vous anglais?"

"Oui, madame. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"No. Thank you. I was about to go to the dining car. Merci."

"Very well, madame," he smiled and gave her another pass over before walking away to the next door.

She smiled inwardly at being checked out by someone she considered much younger than herself. Her features were simple but strong. Her frame, petite but not fragile. She liked to stay in shape, running and yoga kept a youthful look and her full B cup breasts complimented her size perfectly. Her shoulder length auburn hair had some wave too it, full of body and little tendrils of curls that framed her face. Her soft skin glowed with a golden tan, she held her workout sessions outside as often as possible. She had worked hard to keep her figure. The only good thing about not having kids, because Jim wasn't ready, was that they didn't have to suffer through this.

She checked herself in the mirror, her look was simple and yet somehow slightly elegant. She wore a sleeveless black skirt, sheer on top to about mid chest, drawn at the waist with a belt and stopping just above the knee. Her bare legs flowed out the bottom, smooth, tanned and firm; the bottom of the skirt falling away from the hip, providing unrestricted movement. It was fresh and young, a recent purchase during her stop in Paris. She slipped on her shoes, black flats with a pointed toe, another recent purchase; her first pair of Prada. A final check of her hair and she decided she was ready. She grabbed her clutch and headed to the dining car.

****

The dining car was busy, there were several conversations in many different languages, but she didn't mind. She found an empty seat and sat down. She enjoyed a small meal of roast duck and potatoes, and then continued to the lounge car. She ordered a glass of wine and selected a seat away from the other passengers to watch the sun set.

The crimson red slice was just about to pass beyond the horizon when she felt eyes upon her.

"Marie?" came the question, from a man's voice with a deep velvet tone, so smooth the very sound enchanted her. She turned in her seat to look at the man with the enchanting voice, as she did her eyes met the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. The man with the voice was looking directly at her. 

"Oh, excusez-moi madame. Im désolé. J'ai pensé que vous étiez quelqu'un d'autre."

"I'm sorry. My French is a little sub-par," she stated shyly, she felt the heat rising in her cheeks; cursing herself again for not being prepared and also for blurting out in English not knowing if he even understood her.

"An American," he responded, his accent was smooth, not thick and the words rolled of his tongue naturally.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry, I'm on holiday, I should have..." she had began babbling nervously, he stopped her with a smile and raising his hand.

"No. I'm the one who is sorry. I didn't mean to bother you, I thought you were someone else," his warm velvet voice drifted over her like a warm breath. "I have a friend whom I haven't seen in years; she's a model and is quite busy. At first I thought you were her,"

"Oh really, it was no bother," she said, as she blushed furiously. She looked into her lap, hoping he wouldn't notice. "It must have been a very long time since you've seen her to think I was model."

"I think you're too modest. I find you to be quite striking. And a fine sense of fashion too. My apologies again," he gave her a smile and a bow and began to turn to walk away.

With all the courage she could muster she offered, "You don't have to go, if you don't want to, you could stay." Her heart was racing and she could still feel the heat in her ears as he turned back to her.

"Actually, I would enjoy that. My name is Andre," he responded.

"I'm Nancy. My friends call me Nan," she offered her hand and he took it, turned it and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

"Very pleased to meet you," he smiled. It was only then that she noticed the rest of the well chiseled man before her.

He had a well groomed shock of dark hair; his jaw was firm and angled to a square chin. His face had a short growth of beard, slightly more than stubble. He was wearing a blue button down shirt and black pants, very professional looking, but she could tell him quite muscular. His shoulders were broad and his shirt was just getting taut at the biceps.

He selected the seat across from her. She hadn't noticed how many people had arrived and how the lounge car was buzzing with people and conversation. He ordered a refill of her wine and ordered himself a scotch.

Their conversation began with him telling her about his friend whom he had mistaken her for. He then listened intently as she covered the abridged version of how she ended up on holiday in France. The conversation turned in many directions, but regardless of the topic, she could not tear her eyes from his. She was getting lost in those little blue pools, and his rich voice was hypnotizing. The more he talked the more her mind jumped off on little escapades. It started innocent enough, imagining him serenading her, but the more her mind wandered the more vivid were her fantasies. Before she knew it, she had him naked on a white sandy beach, his tanned body showing no tan lines. He would come up from the waters edge and kiss her firmly before snatching her up in his arms and carrying her off to little hut where....

"Nan?" He questioned, almost knowingly.

"I'm sorry. I...” she trailed off, shifting in her seat. She could feel the heat, this time between legs, not in her face. She could also feel the dampness in her panties.

"It's ok. I tend to have that effect," he said softly, almost startling her; his warm breath on her ear, his pleasant masculine aroma filled her nostrils.

She had been so lost in her fantasy that she hadn't noticed him move to sit beside her. She looked away, embarrassed at herself. He put his hand on her knee and her heart stopped. She felt a nervous lump rise in her throat and immediately felt the burn in her ears that was too familiar that night. He nibbled her earlobe and she did not resist.

"I'm sorry," she croaked, through the lump in her throat, "it's just that it's been a long time since I've acted this way in a public place,"

"No need to be sorry," he consoled, "you're handling yourself quite well. And a woman like you should be able to live and express herself freely, not be confined within the walls of the cage she has built around herself."

She chuckled a little, slightly more at ease, he was right.

She was still living her life as though she were a married woman. It was time to break the chains.

His hand moved slowly up her leg. She leaned her head back and bit her lower lip. She was nervous, scared, reluctant to let go, but she wanted this, wanted him. She let her legs spread a little, providing him access to her most intimate parts.

He kissed her lips tenderly, stealing her breath. He moved on to her cheek, then down her neck as his hand rode further up her leg and disappeared under her skirt. She caught her breath in a sharp gasp as his fingers found the wet spot on her panties. He groaned his approval into her neck as he continued to kiss and nibble there.

She gripped the cushion of her seat as he skillfully slid his fingers past her panties and inserted one into her wet pussy as a second caressed her clit. She pushed her body into the seat, arched her back and stifled a moan of pleasure.

"Perhaps we should go somewhere more private," he offered.

"Mmhmm," she squeaked, nodding her head vigorously, a mischievous grin crossed her lips.

He removed his hand from under her skirt and she exhaled; releasing the stifled breath that had threatened to come out as a loud moan that would've brought unwanted attention. He sucked her juices from his finger and smiled at her with a devilish grin and his blue eyes enveloped her.

"Mmm. Tasty," was all he said.

He stood and took her hand. She picked up her clutch and stood shakily. Nerves and hormones had her knees weak. They moved from the lounge car down the corridor, her every step tantalizing her as her panties rubbed on her erect clit.

They stopped in a cargo car. There were crates and boxes lined along the walls and on shelves. The only light was the glow of the moonlight that came through the windows, but it was enough to see by and she could see his face clearly.

He turned to face her, and then took her in a passionate embrace. Kissing her so deeply she figured he could taste her very soul. She had never been kissed with so much lust and desire. She liked it. Both hands went under her skirt as he firmly squeezed her ass. He brought one hand to her front, finding the top of her panties; he took them firmly and with one quick movement, ripped them off of her. She did not want to admit to herself how much that actually turned her on.

He effortlessly lifted her and placed her on the crate beside them. He slid his arms under her knees as he knelt down and buried his tongue deep within her soft wet folds. She leaned back against the wall, letting her shoes drop off; she placed her feet on his shoulders and let out a long satisfied moan.

He continued to probe the depths of her sex with his tongue while he rubbed steadily on her hard nub with his left thumb, his right hand stroked her leg with the lightness of a feather. He then began alternating between licking her clit and fucking her with his tongue. She moaned louder as he continued this, adding an occasional suck on her clit.

She had never had an oral experience like this before. At that moment she understood why women loved it so much. She thrust her hands into his hair, entwining her fingers as she pulled him into her, grinding rhythmically against his face. He continued his expert performance as her pleasured moans became groans of ecstasy. Her hips bucked and hitched wildly as her orgasm crashed over her in a tidal wave. Somehow, he managed to match her every move, not allowing one drop of the juice that oozed from her pussy to escape.

His ability to continuously pleasure her through her orgasm brought a second wave crashing down upon her before the first had even ebbed away. While she was still in the throes of her second orgasm, he moved the focus of his tongue action to her bare outer lips and the sensitive areas around them. As her body came down from the intense climax, her legs shook and twitched. She released her grip on his hair and eased her legs down, trying unsuccessfully to steady them.

He stood then, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He wore no underwear and she sat up to gaze upon his manhood, standing at full attention. It wasn't excessively long, about eight inches she guessed, but was thick with a broad head. She thought it very princely in appearance and neatly trimmed, the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. What else would she have expected from this amazing stranger whom had seduced her with ease?

She reached out and grasped his shaft with her right hand, reveling in its girth. Giving his cock a gentle tug, she pulled him close. She placed her left hand on his neck and leaned up to kiss him. She could taste her juices on his tongue as hers swam in his mouth. It was the first time she had tasted herself, sweet and a hint of tangy, surprising herself again with how much it excited her to taste herself on him.

"I need you Andre," she whimpered with desire, “I want you. I want you to take me. Fuck me!"

"Naughty Nan," he grinned as he undid the belt at her waist and pulled her dress up and off, followed by her bra. She sat there, naked, the desire building. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons scattered the floor. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it beside her dress. She soaked in every inch of his well trimmed body. She ran her fingers through the light spread of hair on his chest, then gripped his arms and pulled him closer.

He placed the broad head of his cock flat against her already excited clit and stroked his shaft up and down against it. She shuddered lightly as the sensation coursed through her body like small electric jolts.

He pulled her legs up again, cradling them in his arms as his hands cupped her ass. He shifted her forward providing a better angle for entry, then slowly began to slide his cock inside her, allowing her to adjust to his girth. Slowly he moved the length of his cock in and out until finally he was seated within her to the hilt. She had never felt so full. He paused a moment, letting her enjoy the feeling, and then continued to stroke in and out, each time pulling out to the rim of his broad head then back in to the base.

It wasn't long before his methodical stroking had her pussy pulsating with small climaxes; sending more juices flowing and allowing him to increase his tempo with the increased lubrication. As he moved faster between her legs she gyrated against him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him into her. He rubbed her breasts and sucked on her nipples as he stroked in and out, both of them building up to climax.

What he did next surprised her. Picking her up off the crate he stood with her in his arms, bouncing her on his cock as he thrust deeper into her than she thought was possible. His cock sinking deep within her, stimulating areas she didn't know could be stimulated as he nibbled on her neck and the finger of one hand gently fondling the rim of her ass.

The sensations were too much to contain, creating a crescendo of pleasured screams and orgasmic bliss as she released a flood that ran out around his cock and down his legs. His own orgasm meeting hers as he thrust hard and deep, threatening to impale her on his throbbing cock. With her womb completely filled by his swollen cock and his thrusting inside as far as her body would allow, she could feel the strength of his ejaculation as he came; her own climax still pulsating through her body, her pussy clenched tightly on his shaft, milking out every bit of his seed.

She sat there, suspended in his arms, hoping he wouldn't set her down. She knew there was no way she could stand at this point. Apparently, he knew this too. He rested her on the edge of the crate again, still well seated within her, holding her like a long time lover.

"Would you like to come back to my cabin?" she asked, hoping she did not sound too hopeful.

"Naughty Nan," he whispered and smiled his devilish smile, his intoxicating eyes shone in the moonlight.