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Six stations, all told. The train stopped at six blasted stations, with Clive getting more energetic with each stop. It was after the sixth stop that things changed.
"Hey, Clive, the depot is the next stop," one of the men called out, and Clive took his cue.
The next thing I know he was pounding into me full force. If we'd been on a springy bed he would probably have bounced me right off it. As it was he was driving in hard, flattening me against the seats, only to pull back and do it again. My legs had slipped off his shoulders and were wrapped around his waist, not because I wanted to, but because I needed to hang onto him.
He finally had me screaming again as I climaxed, and climaxed in a big way. He climbed off me and tidied his clothes, just in time for the train to pull up. With him and his men getting off the train you can bet I was in a frantic hurry to tidy my own clothes and get my panties back on. Fortunately, no-one else got on and I had the carriage to myself up until I got off at my stop.
Safe at home I couldn't help but think that it had been a most extraordinary day. However, I wasn't going to let a series of little mischances affect me. I had planned to go to the beach and to the beach I was going.
I had a nice long shower and then dragged on a bikini and a sun-dress over it. I scrabbled in my bag for a few things to take with me, not wanting to take the actual bag. Keys and a little cash was all I wanted. That's when I spotted my little vial of perfume and dragged it out, smiling.
Then things started to click. That first man had mentioned my perfume. Piero had commented on it as well. Clive had said something about scent. It had to all be coincidence. No way was a perfume called Irresistible making me a target for every horny man that caught a whiff of it.
I thought the matter over. It seemed to me that, in the interest of scientific research, I really should test the stuff. The easiest way would be to refresh it and wear it to the beach. I could watch and see how men reacted. I started dabbing some on.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 5 years agoI pretty much always like your stories, they have lightness to them.
evebroughtanaxthistimeover 7 years agoOf all the endings...! It's so simple and I never saw it coming. Only you could pull that one off with flair and make it sound like a little explosion in my head. Shot. As if I can afford to loose any more computing abilities.
There's something missing though...hmmm...yep, it's the 'Ch1' you forgot to put next to the heading. See, the old man had a few more vials with interesting names on them cluttering up his pack-up-and-bolt wares table.
As in - please?
Anonymousover 7 years agoVery hot, and well written. Just a suggestion based on a personal preference: go more into depth when the men climax in her. Otherwise, keep up the good work ;)
