I had taken the red-eye flight so many times between L.A. and Boston that when I finally had an opportunity to take a business trip to London and had to be in Berlin the following day for a meeting with the marketing director of our Germany office, I jumped at the chance to take the train and actually see the countryside.
I didn't want my boss to worry so typed out a quick text: "Hey Karen, I'll be in around 2:00 tomorrow, I'm taking the train. Let's plan on a late lunch."
I was surprised to get an immediate reply: "Sounds good Melissa. Be safe. And try not to work while traveling. We have a long afternoon ahead of us and I need some fresh ideas to run by the CMO."
I jokingly shared back: "Me? Never. Brought a good book and will get some sleep soon. Take care."
My girlfriend recommended this book by Susan Johnson, "Love Storm." I love reading historical fiction, especially the naughty kind, and this romance novel was said to have gotten her dripping wet on the subway back home. So much so that she was afraid the passengers could see her flushing.
As I found my seat facing the dining car, I passed two businessmen in suits that appeared as if they were right out of a GQ magazine ad. I politely smiled as I passed and one of them whispered something to his friend. I couldn't quite make it out other than it was in German.
I got comfortable, removing my sweater. Unfortunately, my seat was perfectly situated to be in direct line of sight of the two men in suits. I began wishing I hadn't chosen my short black leather skirt and white blouse as I would have to keep my legs crossed or tightly together for the entire thirteen-hour journey and was hoping to get some sleep.
After an hour or two, I reached a chapter of the book that really started to get me excited. This woman had been captured and the “bandits,” for lack of a better term, were having their way with the main character. I wanted so badly to slide my hand inside my skirt but was relegated to be content with a bit tighter squeeze of my thighs. Just as I thought I’d be able to find that perfect release, one of the men approached me.
“Excuse me miss. Would you like something from the bar? My friend and I are heading into the dining car to grab a couple of drinks. I’m Nick by the way, and my friend over there is Stephan.”
After getting over the initial shock of wondering if I had been overly zealous in my leg squeezing or occasional hand sliding inside my bra during the last few pages, a drink sounded pretty good to me, and a free one even better.
“I’m Melissa, and that would be lovely, thank you. Gin and tonic with a lime would be great. Would you mind if I had it here Nick? It’s a page turner,” I said indicating the book on my lap. “But maybe I can join you two later?”
“Oh sure, not a problem. Love Storm, hmm, sounds like quite the romance,” he chuckled. “Be back in a moment.”
As the men entered the dining car, I could just make out the bartender react to their request as the door swung shut. Wondering how much time I had before he returned, I contemplated fully masturbating quickly while no one was in my line of sight. My nipples were rock hard and my bra was doing little to hide my excitement as it pressed against my tight, thin blouse. I really wanted to pinch one. I continued where I had left off, getting more turned on by the minute.
I placed my sweater on my lap to hide my hand as it slid between the fabric of my blouse and skirt, and on top of my lycra and velvet front v-string panty. I pushed the fabric just a bit into my now soaking hole, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I continued reading with lust.
“Your drink Melissa,” Nick interrupted, with a sly look on his face.
“Oh,” I stammered, trying to gain my composure. “Thank you so much.” As I was afraid it would be too obvious to slide my hand out of my skirt, I set the book down with my left hand and took the gin from him. “How much was it?”
Nick replied, “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s on me. Promise you’ll join us for a drink a bit later?”
His suit didn’t hide the fact he was well built and his pants couldn’t have been any tighter, especially around his well-toned ass as he walked back to his friend.
I hesitated a bit, then reluctantly replied, “Sure, say 11:00?”
“We’ll be here,” he shot back over his shoulder.
Relieved he didn’t seem to notice one of my hands was unable to take the drink from him, I threw back about half and set it to my side to finish this incredibly hot chapter. Not more than another few paragraphs into the book, I began to feel pleasurable bliss as I began to feel my pussy tingle and pulse a bit and I began to lose all inhibitions.