Train Ride to Ecstacy
written by:
Medellin

Train Ride to Ecstasy

Tom leant forward and took another large slug from his beer, then he hit the recline button on his first class seat on the ICE train as it sped across Germany to his last hotel for the week. He closed his eyes and relaxed. It had been a good week, better for his business than he had anticipated. One more night alone in a hotel, just one more meeting tomorrow morning and then the plane back home. It was a pity that his client could not meet him for dinner that evening, but at least that meant he was free to do what he wanted tonight. Probably a great relief.

As the train continued on its smooth high speed way across Germany, Tom considered the options. He had been out to dinner each night this week with customers, no time to relax, no time to enjoy the German girls he so liked, always so keen to practice their excellent English. He was always pushing hard to screw one. He knew if he brought her enough drinks he would get what he wanted and usually she needed.

Tonight, he thought maybe he could have a meal in the hotel and then trawl the bars looking for one of those German girls who wanted to practice her English and then screw like a bitch on heat. He would give her some good hard inches of his English cock which he had controlled so well this week. His balls full of spunk ready to shoot up any hot German pussy. The other option was he could eat and then stay in the hotel bar and see if any of the business women staying in the hotel might be up for some fun, maybe if he was lucky one might have colleague to double the fun. All prim and proper in their business suits, but like him away from home, horny and ready to play the sexual games that came after a few drinks loosened their inhibitions and so often their knickers too. Whatever happened tonight he wanted to fuck, no he needed to fuck. His cock had been stiff several times this week under the table at meetings, but he had been disciplined and not jacked off any evening in his room. Tonight would be different he wanted to get his pleasure and his sexual relief.

In his day dream, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and he casually opened his eyes. There standing at his side smiling was the carriage hostess. He had seen her from a distance during the journey as she served the snack and drinks to the other end of the carriage whilst he was served by her male colleague.

She spoke gently. "Excuse me sir, we will soon be arriving in Cologne and I will close the bar. Would you like another beer first please?"

Tom, pulled the lever to bring his seat forward as he replied. "Yes that is kind of you", he smiled "can I have the same again please?"

"Of course, I will it for you now" she finished abruptly and walked off down the carriage. Tom watched her go. Why had he not noticed her before? She was smartly dressed in a tight light green blouse and skirt, her arse swinging in the tight skirt as she walked away. Her legs looked long and well shaped. Soon she walked back towards him the beer and a glass in her hands. She stopped and smiled at him.

"Shall I pour it for you?" she questioned. Tom nodded and she slowly tipped the bottle inside the glass. Perhaps he should have been watching her rather than sleeping. She had a pretty round face, not stunning but attractive. Little make up, subtle in application, he guessed because she was working. Her platinum blond hair was tied back in a pony tail with a few wisps hanging loose. His eyes focused through the beer flowing into the glass to the body behind. She had all the curves in the right places, her breasts although not large, were perfectly proportioned and filled the buttoned up but tight blouse in a more than adequate manner. Now this was one German lady he could gladly screw.

She finished pouring the beer and placed it on the table. "There you are. My pleasure to service you" she said in a very German way picking up the empty glass. Tom thought, yes you could be my pleasure to get serviced, but too late now to chat her up, but he could always try. He had to think quick.

"Veilen Dank Frauline" he paused "I'm sorry that's my total German" he held his arms up and smiled at her hoping for a response.

"That is good anyway" she replied smiling.

"So is this the end of the day's work?" he quickly added trying to keep her attention.

"Yes" she replied, nothing more. Tom quickly asked another question.

"You live in Cologne?"

"Yes" she replied again. "I am sorry I must close the bar" she touched her hair, a little flushed in embarrassment, smiled again, turned and walked back down the train.

Oh well thought Tom, no chance there, I started too late. He took another slug of beer and closed his eyes again. Then slowly as his mind pictured her standing over him smiling and playing with her hair, he remembered that one of his clients had told him of a new web site in Cologne for local high class hotel hookers. You could specify your likes, pay over the web with a credit card and then enjoy the time. He decided that when he got to his room he would try this out. He deserved a good woman and why should he take his chance in the bars when he deserved so much better, after all business had been good and he had the specification already in his mind.

The train started to slow and the arrival announcements started. He got up pulled his bag from the rack and joined the queue to leave the train.

As he stepped off the train, there she was, the blond hostess on the platform thanking everyone in German as they left. He smiled at her and said thank you in German again.

She responded "you are welcome and I hope you are satisfied this evening".

Tom smiled back "I hope so too, maybe I will see you next time".

Again she played with her hair, became a little flushed and said "Maybe" she looked down embarrassed and added "I hope so too".

Idiot, he thought had he made his play earlier and built the relationship maybe he would have been fucking her tonight. Oh well, he thought he had his website to check out as he walked towards the taxi rank.

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One last click and he had paid for the woman. He had been disappointed that the site did not have pictures of the ladies on offer, but it had nevertheless been fun making the specification. He had in his mind the hostess from the train as he clicked the boxes trying to duplicate her features. He left some boxes open ended such as smoking/non smoking. Although he did not smoke he found it could be sexy in a woman, especially a hooker, all part of the dirty treat. The box on how she should dress was interesting the options included the expected nurse, teacher and schoolgirl but the one that caught his eye was business woman. How could he meet a lady in a hotel bar dressed in a plastic nurses uniform or even as a schoolgirl, except if she had a large coat to cover the uniform, but a business woman was a good fit. Finally the specialist boxes about fetishes such as being tied up, whips and masks all left open. The site said it would do its best to match to your needs but could not guarantee a perfect match. He hit the last button to pay and up came the screen that the site would call his hotel room to confirm who he was and to tell him the name of the lady.

He was in the shower when the phone rang. Tom stood naked as he confirmed his details to the guy on the other end who spoke perfect English. His partner for the evening would be called Sabina and she would meet him in the bar at10. She would be dressed as a business woman and would carry a briefcase. Tom put the phone down and repeated her name to himself. Sarina, now in his mind he had a name for the lady on the train. She would be his fantasy tonight as he fucked his hooker. He felt his cock swell a little into that state of semi hardness. Was he ready to fuck? Oh Yes!

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Dinner had been satisfying, if not spectacular and it was now closing on 10 as he sat on the bar stool. The bar was quite busy and as it happened there were a few ladies there who could have been his prey as they sat, chatted, laughed and drank together. He took little, interest in them the transaction for the night already logged against his credit card.

He was sitting facing the bar. He sensed the smelt of the perfume first, a delicate but expensive smell, then he saw the barman's reaction, finally he heard the voice from behind.

"Excuse me sir, are you Mr. Tom". It was a voice he thought he recognised. He turned on the bar stool and his mouth fell open. There in front of him it had to be the train hostess. He went to speak but he could not quite get the words out at first. Equally she looked back at him in the surprise of recognition and immediately started palying with her hair in the familiar fashion.

"Yes indeed. We met this afternoon. You are not Sarina are you?" His eyes lit up had his fantasy come true?

"Yes, I am Sarina" she answered, hesitated and then continued, "but I am sorry you are mistaken we have not met before" She answered very matter of fact.

"Yes we have, you were the train hostess on the ICE into Cologne this afternoon". He was sure of himself. She may be dressed a little different but it was either the same woman or her twin.

"I am sorry to say it again but you are mistaken. My name is Sarina. I am here to keep you company. If you have a problem or were expecting someone else then I can go. It is not a problem". She was clear in her message, but acting very nervously.

"No, no no" Tom gulped. "Please stay, I am more than happy with my choice. Please take a seat and let me get you a drink".

Sarina placed her briefcase on the ground by the bar stool and her small purse on the bar. She eased herself onto the next barstool. Tom drank in the sight before him. He had no doubt it was the same lady, but if she wanted to keep her two jobs separated why should he question it. He could not believe he had just paid for the girl he had desired just a few hours before.

He had to admit she looked a little different with her platinum blond hair now unfastened and hanging down either side of her face. She wore heavier make up, which accentuated her big eyes. Her mouth was painted with strong baby pink lipstick that was a perfect match for her natural blond hair. She wore a tight white blouse under a dark pin stripped jacket, the matching skirt short enough to show off her fine legs sleeved in dark tights or stocking and to cap it all she had the sexist pair of little booties with a short spike heel. He could not believe his luck, the web system had made a perfect match for his desires.

"Thank you" Sarina replied. "I would like a Baileys with ice please". She turned to the barman who was close by and ordered in German. He nodded and started to fix her drink. She turned back to Tom and smiled. "So Mr. Tom you like what you see, you would like to have me tonight, yes?"

Tom smiled back "Absolutely perfect. Yes I would very much like to have you tonight" he sighed, "just like I could have had you this afternoon!"

Sarina looked puzzled. "I am sorry I don't understand". Tom had either made a big mistake or she was very good at being two different people.

"Don't worry" Tom commented. "Just my little game", He pointed to the bar where Sarina's drink had appeared. "I suppose I say skol". They lifted their glasses and Sarina took a long drink, putting her glass back down and licking the remains of the Bailey's from her lips.

"Ohh" she murmured, "I just love the creamy liquid slipping down my throat and licking cream from my lips" she winked at Tom. Before Tom could comment or start a conversation she spoke again.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Tom shook his head. Sarina opened her purse and took out a packet of cigarettes. She selected one and placed in between her pink lips. The barman leant forward and flicked his lighter. She leant forward to accept the light, sat back upright, blew away the smoke from her initial draw and thanked the barman who had already placed an ashtray within her reach. She propped the cigarette nervously in the ashtray

Tom looked at the cigarette resting on the ashtray. The pink lipstick strongly imprinted on the filter. Sabina smiled nervously, picked it up again and took another long draw on her cigarette.

"You look a little nervous" commented Tom. "What can I do to relax you" he smiled.

Sarina put down the cigarette and gave a half smile. "Yes, I am a little apprehensive" she replied. Tom reached forward and put his hand on top of hers on the bar.

"Don't worry, I am not an ogre" He smiled reassuringly. "I know how to treat a lady and you are for certain a special lady".

She shrugged her shoulders "Thank you for the kind words. I will be OK, I am always just a little nervous at first".

Tom smiled up at her. "Don't get me wrong" he said, "But I get the feeling you are quite new at this escort game?

She replied quickly and sharply again. "Look, Its ok, so you have paid the company for the experience. It is my job to deliver the pleasure. I don't get you wrong at all, this is my duty"

"Whoa" Tom put his hand up, "Sarina, I did not want to offend, but I get the feeling I am more experienced than you at this. Now what about another drink to calm your nerves?"

Sarina played with her hair again, Tom liked her cute vulnerability and nervousness mixed with the assertiveness that she was right.

"Ok" She smiled and turned to the barman ordering another drink. She picked up her cigarette to take another smoke. Tom noticed her lips close tight around the filter. Would she take his cock soon between those lips and leave the same baby pink lipstick ring at the base of it? That would be a delight.

As soon as the new drink arrived she took a large gulp, almost choking. Tom had to calm her down somehow. She was not going to admit she was just a train hostess as she tried to play the high class hooker, but he had to get to the inner Sarina or whatever her real name was.

"Sarina" he smiled. "I would like us to be honest with each other". She took the last draw from her cigarette and stubbed it our. She looked straight at him.

"I don't often pay for ladies" he started, "I like to pick them up. But I do like sex" She nodded, "I don't care if you do have another life or another job, we are here together now. I paid for a businesswoman for the night and I have got more that I could have wished for, so far". She nodded again. "Now let's try and enjoy this". She nodded again, looking a little more relaxed but still playing with her hair.

"So, Sarina, tell me, do you do this for the money or is it the assured sex that you like?

Sarina dropped her eyes down "Schwanz" she muttered.

"I'm Sorry I did not catch that" Tom looked puzzled.

Sarina raised her head "Schwanz, I am sorry, I mean cock. I just love cock, that's why I do it".

Tom was taken back, "Go on Sarina, Tell me more?"

"I am sorry, I must be a nyphomatic or something, I just need cock, all the time. I need pimmel, I mean a cock or what ever you call it in English. I don't care how I get it but I love it and that's why I do this, Do you understand what I am saying I must have cock" she grabbed at the glass, took another drink and fumbled in her purse for her cigarettes. Finding one she put it to her lips, the barman was there again and she took a long drag to calm her down.

"Wow Sarina", Tom put out a comforting hand and rested it on hers on the bar. "That's good news because I have a cock, schwanz, pimmel or whatever you want to call it waiting here for you". He lowered his eyes towards his lap. "Maybe you are a nymphomaniac, I think that's the word you were looking for. Even better news." He smiled at her.

She took another long drink and looked up at the barman and smiled. He understood the look and started to pour another. She drew long and hard on her cigarette, then resting it on the ashtray.

Tom smiled, "So are the cigarettes a cock substitute? Something to suck on?"

Sabrina, laughed and nodded. "I guess so, I love sucking cock, love wichse on my lips, sorry sometimes I can't find the word in English, how do you say it I think its your sperm"

"Tom smiled" You mean like the cream from the Bailey's on your lips - you mean my cum, my spunk. He slowly mouthed the words.

"yes, yes" her face was lightening up. "I like it to drip from my lips" she put a finger to her lips and let it trace down her chin and neck to her top blouse button. She fiddled with the button and it opened, her finger traced further down and she flipped the next button. Her hand left her blouse and unbuttoned the single button on her suit jacket. Tom could see her cleavage exposed.

Sarina continued quietly, but deliberate in her words. "Would you like to put your cock here?", her fingers returning to her exposed cleavage. "I mean do you like, how do you say "tittenfick". She smiled at him.

"If you mean a titty fuck, yes Sarina, that would be lovely" Tom passed her the new drink. She took the glass and drained it in one go. As she placed the glass carefully on the bar, she slid her hand down across Tom's lap feeling for his cock. She traced the outline with her fingers and slowly squeezed his fast hardening cock.

"Oh Mr. Tom that's some prügel you have, What is that going to do to me" her sweet smile slowly turning into grin.

"Sarina, I am beginning to like this, all the dirty talk and the strange German words you like to use". She smiled and traced her fingers around his cock again.

"Yes, I know you are liking it you have nice Fickgerät, I am sorry maybe you say something like a fucking device and it is getting harder and growing under my touch". Tom did not need to be told this he knew that she was having an effect on his Fickgerät or whatever she wanted to call it. It could have been the soft touch of her fingers or it could have been the way she was pronouncing and emphasising the words she was using. He wanted more.

Sarina was certainly relaxing more now, as she laughed and her face lit up. She leant back took another draw on her cigarette, blew the smoke and downed the rest of her drink. He signaled to the barman to bring her another.

"Ok Mr. Tom" she smiled. I can be a naughty girl, I can be a bad girl, I can be a dirty girl. Just tell me what would you like to do to me, I want to know how best to satisfy your dirty needs and desires" her eyes opening wide. Tom had changed her mood and the tone of the conversation. She continued "Here I am the business woman you wanted dressed in her business suit. What business do you want to do with me?"

She leant in close and whispered "Ok big shot businessman, what sort of deal can we do? Do you want me to suck your Schwanz with these pink lips as an after work treat for being such a good boss?" she ran her tongue quickly around them. "Or would you like to push it up between my legs into this hot Muschi taking me across your desk?" She dropped her hand to her skirt and drew a finger from its hem up to her waist across the material. "Maybe you would like to shoot your wichssaft all over these in celebration of sealing the deal?" At which point she dropped her finger again from her chin down across her blouse between her small breasts. Make me a Tittenfick please". She giggled and sat back with a cheeky smile as she continued relaxing more each minute, maybe it was his laid back approach maybe the Bailey's was already having an effect.

"Now I want to talk English please", Tom nodded, aware that his hard cock was starting to strain at the material of his trousers. She continued "Would your big hard cock", she emphasized the words, licking her baby pink lips and squeezing it through his trousers, "like to fuck my face and dribble its hot spunk all down my body? Hmmm heaven all that creamy stuff spilling down from my lips", She licked her lips again. "All over my bare breasts or just to stain my clothes? Ohhh, I could just love that baby". She giggled, leant back and took another drink of Bailey's letting a dribble trickle down her chin. She stopped it with her finger that she then sucked purposefully through her closed lips.

Tom watched her as she put the glass down again, her pink painted fingernails matching the perfect baby pick lips. He lifted his hand to her cheek and stroked it.

"Sarina", he started, "you are a naughty girl. All that dirty talk has an effect on a man".

She giggled and squeezed his cock again "I know I can feel it" .

Suddenly Sarina slipped off her stool and stood next to him "I have a surprise for you" she said "wait here" she instructed and gave him a light kiss on the lips. She turned and walked towards the door of the hotel bar. Tom looked a bit puzzled. Turned to face the barman and ordered another glass of wine.

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A few minutes later Sarina returned and sat back on the stool. Her jacket buttoned up again.

She smiled and said "Ok check these out and see how damp you made me" she pulled some pink material from her jacket pocket, leant across and put the material on his lap as he sat facing the bar. There on his lap lay a pair of pink knickers, he could see the damp parts of the material.

"Shit Sarina" he responded, "You are so dirty". She giggled

"And you made these all excited too" she unbuttoned her jacket and carefully pulled it open. The site that met his eyes was so clear. Her blouse now had several buttons open, her cleavage in full view and the obvious shape of her hard nipples poked at the fabric. "My bra is in my jacket pocket" she offered as an explanation. Why don't you check out my pussy?" She slowly opened her legs and pulled his hand towards the opening gap.

Tom slid his hand up her thigh over what he now understood were her stockings as his fingers felt the clips that held them to her suspender belt. His fingers brushed against her fluffy bush hair. It was damp and clearly excited. Sarina exhaled through her teeth "Ooooohhhhh" as his finger reached the curve of her pussy lips. "Go on do more, finger my fotze that makes me so excited" she implored. Tom did not need anymore encouragement, his fingers exploring the cunt he had only imagined a few hours earlier.

"Tom" she leant in close, "This is so erotic and exciting. Do you feel dirty fingering me in a public place like this? Tom nodded. Tom was already excited, he withdrew his finger, Sabina gasped. He raised his hand to touch her cheek and slowly slid his fingers down across her lips, her chin and on down her neck. He stared at her eyes, her mouth fell open as she closed her eyes, breathing heavily she gasped.

"Tom, more, more please" his fingers ran down the gap between her breast and slowly moved to the side as its tips touched her hard nipple. She gasped again.

"Tom , I love it, so dangerous, so public, so exciting so, oooh" she gasped again, shuffling on her stool, the tingling between her legs growing. She clasped his hand pulled it up to her lips and sucked on his fingers. "Tom, Tom, I want your cock, please". She leant in "Tom, why don't you do the same go on bring me your pants, so I can get close to your cock, please". He smiled slipped down from the stool. Sarina's eyes dropped to look at the tent pole sticking out in the front of his trousers.

"Take care Tom, there maybe cock predators out there" her eyes lifting to the group of girls enjoying themselves on the other side of the bar.

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As Tom returned to the bar, Sarina had moved several stools along to the corner at the end of the bar. The group of girls looked up and giggled. Tom knew that the tent pole in his trousers was visible. Was this the source of their amusement.

Sarina sat with her back to the lounge area, side on to the bar, Tom pulled up the corner stool and sat facing her but quite close so that the gap between them was narrow. He smiled at her and cast his eyes down, her blouse hung almost open, her nipples clearly outlined through the fabric. As he sat down she glanced down as she opened her legs pulling her skirt higher to expose her stocking tops. He lifted his eyes to meet hers as he pulled from his pocket a pair of black briefs.

Sarina giggled "Oooh Dirty dirty, give me that fickgerät". She leaned in as her hands slipped down to the front of his trousers, she glanced around to see how much they were being observed, smiled and then slowly eased his zip open. Her fingers slowly pulling the gap open and sliding in.

Tom almost came the moment her fingers touched the sensitive helmet of his engorged prick, Sarina gasped again as her fingers closed around her prize.

"Tom, it's lovely, I want it, please now I want to suck it, feel it fill the inside of my Schlitz".

"Sarina, please we can't do any more here, lets go, we will get caught". Tom looked around hesitantly, he looked over her shoulder and was sure the ladies were watching.

"No Tom , please make me cum here and now, please" she pleaded, her eyes wide open and she continued to move her fingers around his cock. Tom was trying everything he could to control the situation but he felt his hand draw, almost magnetically to he pussy. His fingers touched the bush of hair, she gaped again, closing her eyes tight, screwing up her face and squeezing his cock again. His first finger slid so easily into her wet pussy, he felt her love juices flowing, she was gasping, trying to control her own noises and excitement as his fingers slowing moved in and out of her cunt.

Suddenly he felt his cock spring free from his trousers. Sarina had liberated her prize. Her fist immediately clasping his rock hard love stick. Almost at the same time, he felt a new flood of juices from her pussy. She pressed her lips to his and her tongue entered his mouth stifling a ecstatic mix of a grunt and moan as she came. He could feel her body trembling as her tongue probed his mouth, her arse moving on the stool rocking in time with his continued fingering of her slit.

The kiss lasted for some time as Sarina came down from her high. Tom slowly withdrew his sticky fingers from her pussy. He knew it would not be long before his cock would ejaculate, they had to move out of the bar, he could see the ladies giggling and looking their way. They knew exactly what was happening.

He leant in and whispered. "I think we have been seen, by the ladies over there" we need to get put of here if I am going to give you that cock you desire before I end up with cum stains on my trousers".

He could see she was nodding, but only in reluctant agreement. He was right in his assessment, being a hooker was something new for her, but she was clearly a nymphomaniac and her objective was the thrill of getting cock and what seemed like a desire for public sex. No doubt the quantity of Bailey's was having an impact.

Tom took control, first he attempted to discreetly tuck away his swollen cock back through the open fly. This proved difficult especially as Sarina tried to help and kept giggling at his efforts. Eventually he pulled her hand away "Please leave it alone at least until we are out of the bar". Next he buttoned up her jacket so that at least her breast were not on show to everyone.

Sarina giggled again as he did this "You like my titten and my little red ".

Tom was getting exasperated as well as horny enough to spill his cum at the slightest further stimulation. "Yes, Sarain, they are beautiful, but let's get out of here without any more problems"

She looked doleful with her big eyes sulking. Now they were better dressed, he called the barman over and signed his bill, leaving a good tip. He appreciated that the barman had kept a discreet distance but had been observing them.

"Thank you sir, I hope you have a good night" He winked

Tom picked up her briefcase, as he expected was light and empty. He helped Sarina from the stool. She was now a little unsteady and took hold of his arm for balance. He picked up her purse and gave it to her. She giggled again. Finally he carefully held the briefcase to disguise the heavy bulge pressing at his trousers.

The eyes were watching as they left the bar, turning towards the hotel lift.

"Wait" said Sarina, "I have to go to the toilet, please wait". She let go of him and staggered towards the ladies toilet. Tom looked around and walked over to the solitary chair on the wall facing the ladies toilet. At last his hard on was subsiding, unsatisfied, as yet but a safer state in public.

He had only been sitting a few moments when the toilet door opened and out walked one of the ladies who had been sitting in the bar. Tall slim, jet black hair, red painted lips and dressed very smartly in an expensive blouse and skirt. She walked straight towards him.

"Hello", she said, I'm Claudia, my friends call me Claudita. We have been watching you and your young hooker friend", she lifted her hand an pointed towards the toilet. "I'm sorry, if we caused any offense" started Tom. She put a finger to her lips.

"No need to apologise, we enjoyed the show and I am sure you will enjoy the final act soon". She opened her purse and took out a business card. "Please take this. You know you have a very nice" she paused "how we say here, schwanz. Do you know what that is? I think you would call it your cock" she emphasised both the words schwanz and cock. He liked the way these German ladies used their own words even though they all knew their dirty English slang words. "If you are in the city again or have any energy left later tonight, I think I could satisfy you and I am sure you could satisfy me", she winked and turned to go. Took one step, stopped and turned.

"Such a waste of your cum", she paused and licked her lips, "on that cheap whore, when I could give you such an executive ficken". She turned and walked back to the bar, her arse swinging in such a sexy way, Tom was already having second thoughts.

Second thoughts went away as he saw Sarina walking towards him, once again she had unbuttoned her jacket and her assets strained to stay within her open blouse. He cought her arm and ushered her towards the lift door. While they waited she kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear whispering "Cock, cock, please give me your cock"

The lift doors opened, he pressed to button for his floor and the doors closed. Instantly they were in an embrace like two animals attacking each others bodies. Their lips screwed up against each other, tongues jousting as they exchanged saliva. Tom pushed her against the mirrored back wall of the lift, His restrained cock boring into her crotch as her legs opened. His hand moved inside her blouse as he felt one of her breasts, the nipple taut in his hand. She was breathing heavily again, her hands was on his trouser belt, struggling with the buckle, open and in flash his zip open and her hands squeezing his cock and heavy balls. They heard the pinging sound. Tom looked at the mirror and saw the reflection of the open doors.

"No Sarina, not here". He broke away from the clinch. In such a short time she looked as though she had already been ravished, her hair a mess, her lipstick no longer neat or confined to the line of her lips, her blouse hung open, her breasts now on full show. Her eyes were piercing, staring at him, a woman lost in lust was all he could see.

"Yes, Tom, now. Fuck me like you wanted to fuck me this afternoon. I could see the desire to fuck me in your eyes. You did not want another beer, you wanted me, there on the train, in front of all the passengers, you wanted to fuck me then. Would you have done it in public, in the toilet, anywhere. Would you have fucked me from behind like dog fucks his bitch or up against the wall. Tom just fuck me now and fuck me hard.

Tom was stunned into silence, she was so excited and clearly had a fantasy she wanted to live out. The doors closed. Shit he thought someone must be calling the lift. Quickly he hit the doors open button and the lift doors opened, He almost pulled Sarina out of the lift and into the hotel corridor. The doors closed behind them. Sarina was giggling again, pointing at his cock sticking out of his open trousers.

Opposite was the alcove with the vending machine and ice dispenser. Sarina spoke again between the giggles.

"Come on Tom fuck me here" as she pulled Tom back into the alcove. "Just like the corridor on a train we can make the rocking movement together". She carried on "I love it, fucking on the train, fucking in public. I don't care touching men, brushing hard again women in the narrow corridors. It makes me so wet, it makes me so horny, I just have to fuck".

Tom felt her pulling at his trousers as she spoke so fast. "But its dangerous Sarina, you will get caught". She carried on pulling his trousers down "Yes it is I love it, but the train company do not and I have been warned, that why I did not respond this afternoon. I was so frustrated, I wanted your schwanz right up in my fotze, like I do now. But they tell me one more time and I an out. So I have to get my Ficken this way now. No more talk Tom, no more explanations, just fuck me hard.

Tom responded and pushed her hard back against the wall. His hand dropped to her crotch, he pulled her skirt up as he starred at her as his fingers slit into her hot and wet slit, he eased himself forward and felt hi hard cock slide easily between her cunt lips. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as a guttural grunt came out, followed by several deep and gasping breaths as he started to build a rhythm as he pumped. Her arms closed around his back pulling him in as tight to her body as she could. He could feel her gyrating her body against his, her sensitive nipples were easy to detect against his shirt as she moved. She was gasping more and more as his speed increased. He knew he could not last after all the excitement she had created.

He almost spat out the word "I'm coming",

She screamed back "give it to me abwichsen please give me your abspritzen"

Tom did not need any more encouragement as he shot his first load into her. She physically shook as he involuntarily shot again and again. He felt like machine gun unloading its bullets as he pumped again and again and his spunk continued to flow.

Silence and calm followed what had been but a few frantic minutes since they left the bar and he had met Claudia outside the toilets. Sarina let her hands drop and she slowly moved down onto her knees as his softening cock slipped from her cunt. He felt her fingers on his cock and then the unmistakable sensation of a tongue as she used this and her lips to clean the last drops of cum and her own love juices from his now flaccid cock. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

To his surprise the image of Claudia, her striking black hair and red lips filled his mind. He imagined she was leaving a red lipstick ring at the base of his cock. How he wanted to be hard again.

He opened his eyes and looked down at Sarina, looking totally wasted and ravished. She needed to clean up and calm down.

"Come on" He said offering her his hand, "My room is just down here, lets go and get to know each other better and clean you up a bit. "

Sarina raised her self to his level and smiled, giving him a light kiss on the lips.

"Can we do it again" her eyes so expressive, "I want to give this schwanz a good tittenfick", she winked "Do you understand me".

He looked at her and smiled "I think I do, come on let's go". Tom took her hand and led her down the corridor, open the door to his room, eased her through in front of him and closed the door behind them. His mind was still thinking about Clauia.....

To be continued...........