ORIENT EXPRESS ... BY AMELIA
ORIENT EXPRESS .....BY AMELIA
I decided to treat myself to a few days of luxury travel aboard the Orient Express en route to a liaison with my Italian boyfriend, Stefano in Venice, where we planned to spend a romantic weekend together.
Train Travel, especially on a truly sumptuous one like the orient express, is more than just a journey, it's an experience and so much nicer than all that queuing at some crowded airport. I also find there is something rather seductive about the gentle swaying motion of a train and the muffled click-clack of the wheels, strangely soothing. Then of course there are the people you meet, and on a train like the express they are usually of the more interesting variety.
My relationship with Stefano began several months ago after we met at a business fair in Paris but with him living in Rome while I am London based, our affair seemed doomed from the start. As a proper relationship I don't doubt that it is but there are certain things a man and woman will travel the world for so a short trip to Venice was nothing to see him again, if only for the weekend. By taking the train I was merely building up the anticipation over several days, rather than mere hours.
Given the information I have just disclosed I'm sure you can imagine just how I was feeling and as the train rolled through the French countryside, my mind was already drifting to the cosy hotel room we had booked in Venice and to my amorous Latin lover.
The Orient Express is a train you can dress up on, in fact it's expected for dinner and I was not going to break with tradition, besides I knew how much Stefano liked stylish clothes so I had bought plenty with me. My black, velvet dress was just perfect for dinner and of course with him very much on my mind I donned my sexiest black lingerie underneath, the kind I've found that all men just love women to wear.
Enjoying a glass of pre-dinner champagne at the bar I started chatting to a couple seated next to me, Andre had the classic chiselled features of a Scandinavian god with piercing blue eyes and a muscular frame, while Zoë his wife was dark, petite, sexy and French, she had the most beautiful elfin like face with sexy brown eyes. They made an interesting and very attractive couple and I guessed they were in their early thirties, as I was, we struck up an instant rapport, and they both said how romantic it was, my travelling to Venice to meet my boyfriend in this way.
My new friends asked me to join them for dinner, I was enjoying the company immensely and after a couple more glasses of champagne the conversation grew increasingly more intimate as Andre and Zoë probed for more details of my relationship with Stefano so intrigued were they by our forthcoming Italian liaison. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have revealed so much but with the mood I was in and all the champagne I'd drunk I went into almost pornographic detail, greatly arousing myself and my friends in the process.
'I can't believe I just told you that', I blushed once I'd stopped talking. 'But you are obviously a very hot and passionate woman', Andre whispered with a broad grin on his face. 'And very beautiful too', Zoë added with what I can only describe as a lustful look in her dark eyes.
I felt my heart pounding as we got up from the table and returned to the lounge car for brandies. I was less than 24 hours away from meeting my boyfriend and yet I was really excited by the way things seemed to be developing. We drank our brandies in almost total silence and left the lounge car around midnight just as an impromptu party was getting under way. We walked along the swaying corridors, reaching my compartment first; I opened the door and switched on the light, hanging onto the doorframe for support.
'That was a great evening', I said in a slightly slurred voice, there was another silence as we all looked at each other.
'Perhaps you like to...’ I was interrupted as Andre stepped forward and kissed me, I responded instantly giving him a passionate French kiss and as his lips moved down to kiss my neck I breathlessly finished my sentence’...both come in and fuck me!'
We fell into the compartment and Andre kicked the door shut, I looked at Zoë and she stretched up to kiss me, her lips were so soft and parted gently as her tongue slid against mine. I hadn't kissed another woman like that since a brief flirtation at boarding school and as the sensual aroma of her perfume filled my head I reached out to stroke her hair and pulled her to me in a passionate embrace.
This certainly wasn't my first threesome, in fact I'd dated two guy for six months in my mid-twenties just for the sheer pleasure of being endlessly fucked as one or other of them was always horny, if not both together, this however was my first threesome that involved another woman and I was intensely curious and excited as I would never have approached a woman on her own so this was an ideal chance to experiment.
When I looked up Andre had already stripped to his sexy black pants. He slid his arm around me and pulled me to him, kissing me so passionately it took my breath away.
'You like to fuck very much Sophie?’ he breathed in my ear; it sounded so sexy in his Swedish accent. 'Yes, yes I do very much', I gasped as his strong hands pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me onto my knees in front of him, so I was face to face with the huge bulge in his black pants.
Reaching out with eager fingers I dragged the waistband down allowing his stiff cock to spring out, then grabbing the meaty shaft ran the bloated, circumcised knob over my cheek before looking up with submissive eyes and squeezing my hungry mouth around it. Andre gasped, grabbing my hair and forcing him deeper, he was deliciously big and my love of fellatio ensured I knew how to take him right down my throat but I pushed his hands away slightly annoyed at his impatience.
'Sorry', he whispered and let me set about his superb cock at my own pace, using my tongue and lips all around the sensitive head before sliding my lips right down to the base of his cock taking his full nine inches into my mouth.
'Fuck!’ gasped Andre grabbing my hair again but this time only to stroke it and as I returned to the top of his cock Zoë knelt down beside me, she was now naked except for some white lacy topped hold up stockings and looked amazingly sexy, her body as beautiful as her exquisite face. I felt compelled to ease my lips off Andre's cock and kiss her, sliding my tongue against Zoë ’s so she could taste her husband's cock on my tongue.
I was now the only one fully clothed but Zoë pushed me back on the bed giving me a slow French kiss. Out the corner of my eye I saw Andre move behind his wife and holding her hips gently pushed his lovely cock into her. I could feel Zoë emitting little gasped as he slowly began to fuck her from behind while we kissed, it was very erotic, then after a dozen strokes or so Andre pulled out and offered me his glistening cock, around which I had no hesitation in sliding my lips again, tasting Zoë ’s juices. I was now very much in the mood to swallow Andre's as well, but he clearly had other ideas though and before I could have that pleasure he pulled back.
I just love being undressed by a man but a man and woman was even better and with great restraint Andre and Zoë unzipped my velvet dress and slowly peeled it off me, sliding their hands all over my body as they did so. I lay there in my black lacy basque, sheer panties and lacy suspender belt with patterned stockings looking like a £2000 a night hooker or wedding night fantasy, depending on your taste. I had little doubt which Andre preferred as he gently splayed my thighs to view my neatly trimmed pussy moulded against the sheer black nylon stretched tautly between my legs.
'Fuck', he exclaimed again, this time in hushed tones while Zoë ’s fingers unclipped my basque, it fell away and her tongue darted onto my already hard nipples. I was in heaven as her tongue slowly moved down over my stomach. Andre's finger's peeled off my panties in readiness for it's arrival but before Zoë reached my pussy Andre's hot, greedy tongue wriggled between my juicy petals like a liquid dildo. I began to moan loudly, no doubt alerting the entire train as to what was going on in my compartment, I couldn't help it and when Zoë joined in with her slender fingers to expertly rub my clitoris, I nearly exploded.
To have two eager lovers pleasuring me was more than a girl could ask for but all I could think off was Andre's cock and it was now my turn to be impatient, Zoë knew I was more than ready and splayed my juicy labia invitingly for Andre, I sat back on the pillows and watched as his bloated helmet slid deliciously between my soft yielding lips, it looked so horny and felt delicious as he plunged his full length into me with one thrust. Zoë kissed me, muffling my cries as Andre lifted my legs to his shoulders and began pounding his fat cock into me with an animalistic lust.
It felt good, so fucking good with sweet Zoë licking my nipples and sliding a finger down onto my clit when the opportunity arose. Andre pulled out several times just to enjoy the sheer pleasure it gave us both as he plunged back into my sopping snatch, sweat glistening on his brow and grunting with the effort of each thrust he was like a man possessed and he was driving me towards the orgasm of my life.
'Go on FUCK me harder!’ I yelled as his hips bucked into me like a jackhammer, the erotic squelching sound of wet sex filling the compartment. Andre was magnificent and my body shook and shuddered as my orgasm exploded deep inside me, he just carried on like some super porno stud fucking me for what seemed like an eternity until with a loud cry I felt his hot, creamy cum spurting deep inside my pussy, finally he pulled out to spurt the last drops onto my splayed petals. As I lay exhausted and gasping Zoë moved in to retrieve her husband's cum as it trickled out of my pussy, before delving inside to seek out the remaining drops as I moaned weakly with pleasure.
We still had three hours to go before dawn and I doubt the neighbours got much sleep as our little threesome explored the endless sexual pleasures possible between two women and a man, despite my exertions on the train my weekend with Stefano was a great success, he said I'd was so amazingly horny that perhaps I should come out by train again, now that is something I might just consider.