"An Evening at The Chateau"
A Kristian Goddess
This story is based on a real incident. If by any opportunity the real Sabine reads this and remembers I would be fond of to hear from you...
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Midnight. A oppressive August night. Gleis 5. Cologne's central railway station. Platform 5. Engine shut down, everyone inaudibly waiting for the hands of the copious station clock suspended above the platform to click disk-shaped to 00.
I have boarded. I am session on one of the end bench seats of a carriage. There are six pairs of prohibitive backed bench seats facing each other, three pairs on each side of a significant passageway. The seats are covered in moquette. This is Germany. It is the fag finish of the calendar day. Tomorrow everyone is back to work. Early. This is Germany. All session silently, waiting. I have my last part of the carriage to in my opinion.
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I look out of the window. Outside on the platform a operate and woman while not here the last few report before the work out leaves. He in murky, swarthy, medium-build, middle-aged, moustached, a foreigner, but neat, refined and well-dressed. She is murky haired, in her thirties, dressed in a thin jacket over a set alight summer dress. High heels. Their talk is friendly, smiling but polite.
I nonchalantly consider their affiliation. A minor ? A clerk in a petite embassy and a call teenager he has been enjoying for the sundown? They are certainly not brother and sister.
Virginia Richards, Ginny, is a lady on the management track I'm helping to go on in a commune of Bonn, to which I'm persistent after a weekend missing. She's a buxom lady in her late at night twenties. Large shapely arse, big easy breasts, wide, full means of access and a jutting jaw with a hard-pressed out lower lip. Long brunette hair crimped with blonde streaks, parted in the middle and falling down either side of her tackle. When she discussion, she tilts her head and sweeps her facial hair away from her countenance with her employee. The action draws attention to the pressed out lower lip. Occasionally the split ends of her pelt catch on the condensation of that junior lip and the tip of her tongue comes out to contact the hair before blowing it not here. It's a problem which gets a gentleman thinking ...
Ginny is married - unluckily married - to Bernard. She has in use to hanging around me.
The first week of the way ended on the Friday dine time to give permission those who wanted get away place for the weekend. Too much alcohol-fuelled socialising. Too much work. Too little take a nap. I was nervily, jumpily shattered and had refused to have anything for dine. I sucked on a beer, intending to deteriorate out in twin bed for a pair of hours before a shower and my stumble to Cologne where a following course was winning place.
Big dim domestically troubled Ginny with her lofty soft backside, her sizeable soft eyes, her large soft mouth with its hard-pressed out lower lip cornered me after lunch and asked to be fluent in to me. I was well aware of mine.
Ginny came into the single room taking one of the hard-backed chairs next to me at a small table and began unburdening herself about her problems with Bernard. She lit cigarette after cigarette. She mutual my bottle of beer, She sighed and looked despondent. Should she take out her losses and leave him?
I watched the big lips mouth her dissatisfaction. I murmured sympathetic noises. I listened to her say-so drone agreeeably on. I watched those fleshy, full lips part to slide the over the top of the bottle as she sucked in the beer. Then, ultimately tiring of the willing, I pulled her controller to me and kissed her full on that thickset mouth. Her lips felt as high-quality as they looked - full, easy and lush. Her mouth opened. We pushed tongues together. Then, sensing the weakness of her protests, I forced her head down towards my hastily unzipped and bared puncture, pushing it up with my aptly hand while my gone hand on the back of her rule forced her mouth down to experience it.
As quickly as her lips touched the tip of my prick her token resistance ended. She relaxed, opened her opening and began sucking me. The uneasy, unhappy spouse became a miscievious-eyed, tricky vixen, glancing up at me in delight as she slurped her wet lips and extended tongue along the springy underside of my stiff stab.
She was brilliant. With her feel tips she squeezed the discolored, glistening head, dilating and deepening the void and pushing the tip of her tongue into it. Turning her controller sideways she made a cheery wet cushion of her means of access and tongue and ran it up and down my shank pressing it with her furnish against the soggy delight of her touching mouth. She opened her backtalk wide and took the fit to bust, bulbous end full of meaning inside, her lips stretching half-way down the bar, all the slippery-juiced, silky-pink, central flesh and tender, critical tongue pleasuring my taut-stretched, straining, paper-thin skin. She teased me leisurely out of her opening and cradling my balls in one offer and circling the foundation of my puncture with the palm and fingers of the other she began to conquer the underside of the top of the glans with modest purring cat-licks, her eyes assembly mine and laughing and gleaming with the wicked enjoyment of it all. She reserved up the variations for ten record as I leisurely squirmed, groaning melodiously, clenching my buttocks and pushing with my thighs to chase the ecstasy of it. And then led by her opulent lips to the verge for the umpteenth period I could stand back no longer and went plunging over the edge after her, groaning 'NOW!, and she, glorying in the wild-eyed helpless madness her sucking and trouncing had built in me, fastened her mouth on my pulsing puncture and bobbed and sucked in agitated excitement and hungrily and noisily swallowed the sweltering, spurting jets of get nearer which her lusty, sexy art had brought to the boil.
We had no period to do anything more.
I close up my eyes and expect Ginny on the stump, thighs spread in refreshing to her cunt, spread open above her splendid arse, skirt up round her waist. Her cunt folds in circles my prick resembling a velvet glove. Or will her sighs mean she is eager for me to surge hot sperm up surrounded by her?
My fantasies are interrupted by the guard's whistle. Outside the skylight the couple kiss pithily and she turns and boards the teach. She stands by the release window in the carriage exit waving as the teach pulls slowly not here. Then she closes it, turns and walks into the central passageway.
A quick-thinking discreet look at me and she sits down opposite me in the middle of the empty bench seat. She crosses her legs, opens her pocketbook, takes out a cigarette and light it.
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