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- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
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This idea just wouldn�t let me alone and I finally gave in and wrote it.

Train Ride Tryst

Jean sat in the quiet berth, thankful to have one all to herself. She hated that part of taking trains, as most times she would be crowed into a berth made to hold six people but holding up to ten, and sometimes more. Of course, she was late going back to Holland Park from visiting a friend at a hospital about four hours away which meant it was later in the day than usual, meaning less people.

She had hated leaving Judith, and wasn�t comfortable leaving her with David�s sister while he was at work due to the fact that Judith was still nursing. David had reassured her that Judith would be just fine with Penny, and that if she took the early train and was careful with her time, Judith would only need to nurse a bottle once. She�d finally decided to go when David provided her with a strange looking object that he called a pump. She had frowned at him when the thing was turned on�she had thought her nipple was going to be sucked from her breast from the force of the powerful, too powerful she had told David, motor.

Squirming, she realized that her breasts were getting tight due to the lateness of the hour and not being relieved of the milk that had built up in them during the day. Jean bit her lip, what was she going to do? Her blouse wasn�t white, or a light color, but it wasn�t black or dark either. It was just light enough to show if her breasts began to leak. She let her head fall back and tried to think of something other than the pain that was creeping in more and more as each minute ticked off the clock. It was well over an hour past Judith�s normal afternoon feeding and she still had at least an hour plus a half until she reached London, and then at least another hour on another train to go pick up Judith, and then the hour back and another half hour after that before actually getting to her home in Holland park.

She heard the door to the berth open, and just as she turned her head and opened her eyes to see who was joining her, the train went into a tunnel and the lights went out before the train jerked, sending the berth�s new occupant straight into Jean�s lap�his or her face landing in the juncture of Jean�s thighs.

Scrambling to get himself out of the woman�s lap, Lionel managed to accomplish that, but somehow wound up on the floor between the woman�s legs. Not exactly where he�d meant to land, but it was rather nice, he thought to himself as he caught the faintest of musky scents drifting from the woman.

�I�m sorry.� He finally managed, but it came out in a whisper.

�Are you alright?� Jean asked, her voice just as low�not understanding why the stranger felt the need to whisper.

�Just a bit embarrassed, but nothing serious.� Lionel carefully reached out and met with wet material that felt like satin, causing his unknown companion to gasp. Again he found himself pulling away, but oddly only his hand moved. �I�m sorry.�

Jean tried to swallow her embarrassment, but felt tears stinging her eyes. She tried to stop the burning drops from rolling down her cheeks, but it was no use. �I�m afraid I have the disadvantage of a nursing mother who�s late for her baby�s feeding.� She managed to whisper her explanation through her tears�a few sniffs working their way in amongst the soft words.

Lionel leaned forward, thankful that the train was no longer moving, and carefully moved his hand in the direction of the delicate sniffs. Finding the soft skin of his unknown companion�s face, he carefully placed his hand against her cheek, cupping it tenderly. �Is there anything I can do?� he frowned. What the hell kind of question is that to ask? What can I do? He silently yelled at himself. What was it about this woman that drew him to her even though he hadn�t even seen her face?

Jean felt an unexplainable pull towards her male companion. What was it about him that made him seem so familiar? Why did she feel like she knew him? Sniffling, she took a deep breath and leaned her face further into his hand. �I don�t know of anything you can do. Only nursing will help, until then I�ll�until then I�ll continue to leak.� Her voice was quiet as she spoke, still unsure of why she was so drawn to him.

Lionel didn�t say anything, just knelt there contemplating what he could do to help the obviously distressed woman. He still couldn�t understand why he wanted to coddle her, make this more comfortable for her, and help her fix her obvious discomfort. �Are you in pain?� he thought he had heard pain tinting her voice and felt her jaw tense against his hand.

His voice was so gentle, that Jean lost all hesitation at the rather bizarre situation she found herself in, and decided to just let things happen as they happened. �Yes, I am. I haven�t nursed my baby since early this morning. The pressure is why I�m leaking, but until the excess milk is gone, the pressure will continue to become more and more painful.� Pain shot through her at that moment making her breath catch. Moving her hands up to her blouse, she carefully unbuttoned it, hoping that her mystery companion hadn�t noticed. She�d decided that since she was already a mess, and the mess was only going to get worse as the minutes ticked off the clock, she might as well help the process along.

Lionel heard the rustling of material as her hands moved against her skirt then blouse. Biting his lip, he closed his eyes to think for a few seconds before opening his eyes again, his mind coming to a decision. Carefully caressing her cheek, he leaned forward keeping his senses alert to what was around him as he tried to keep from bumping into her. �If you�ll let me, I�d like to help.� He breathed, his warm breath caressing her face.

Jean�s hand had found her nipple and was just starting to squeeze when she felt Lionel�s breath on her face and heard his offer to help. �There�s nothing you can do.� She sighed.

Lionel heard her rustle against the material of her blouse again and moved his hand in the direction of the noise. �Please, just let me help. Just wait and don�t get scared.�

Jean felt herself frowning, but pulled her hand away. �Alright.� She whispered through gritted teeth.

Lionel moved off his knees, took off his sports coat, unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt then sat down on the bench beside Jean before leaning over onto her lap. Finding the buttons of her blouse in the dark, he finished unbuttoning them, pulling her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. He could tell she was holding her breath and knew that she was doing her best not to appear frightened. Carefully feeling his way, he found the nipple she�d exposed earlier and tenderly drew his thumb across the damp tip.

As he leaned his head toward her, his mouth drawing nearer to her aching nipple, Lionel wandered what it was about this woman that made him want to be so tender with her. He hadn�t even had the chance to see her face before the train car had gone dark, but yet here he was getting ready to take her swelled nipple into his mouth, suckle her until the ache was gone, then switch and repeat.

Jean couldn�t believe what was happening. She could feel his warm breath as he drew nearer to her breast, and the breath she�d been holding, gushed out in a whimper when his lips gently began to suckle her aching nipple. �You�you don�t have to do this.� She stammered out, still not quite believing a stranger was nursing her breast in place of her baby. A thought tickled across her mind�David wouldn�t do this. He hasn�t touched me since before Judith was born�and she was immediately ashamed of thinking such things about her husband. She had no doubts that David loved her, but she also knew that this was something he wouldn�t ever consider doing. There was just something about this man that made her body respond in a way that it never had to David.

Carefully moving over on the bench, she repositioned herself so that her back was half against the wall and half against the cushioned bench back with her arm propped up on the arm rest attached to the wall. Cradling the stranger�s head in the crook of her arm just as she did Judith, Jean carefully felt around in the dark until she found his face. Tracing his ear, she felt his body shiver in reaction and his lips suckle with a bit more intensity, making her pussy react. She�d heard stories about women who became aroused while nursing, but she never had�until now. Of course, she�d only ever nursed Judith until now�until this stranger took pity on her.

Lionel snuggled closer to the breast he was nursing, resting his free hand on the soft swell of her other breast. The milk slowly sliding down his throat, filled his stomach with a warm sweetness that reminded him of something from his past, something he had tried to forget but couldn�t�until now�now he couldn�t remember what the sweetness had been, although he was sure once he�d left this tender embrace, he would remember.

Jean squirmed and took a deep breath. �I think you can stop now.� She whispered.

Lionel pulled away, licking the nipple with his tongue, and looked up at her. �The other one? Isn�t it hurting you too?� he gently caressed his thumb over the other erect nipple. �I will stop if you want me to, but�� he sat up and moved close to her again. Feeling for her hand, he found it and brought it to his lap. �I rather like being breast fed.� If she could have seen his face she would have seen the look of desire that filled his eyes. �Please allow me to relieve the ache for this one too�� his hand gently caressed her left breast.

Jean bit her lip, if she let him nurse again, he would surely be able to tell what his suckling was doing to her�but having to spend another hour or more with her breast aching just wasn�t worth it. She would let him nurse�and if he discovered the real reason behind her squirming�she would let him do whatever he wished. �Yes, please do.� She scooted over and adjusted her position so that now she was leaning fully against the cushioned back of the bench, her arm resting on a pillow that had just apparently appeared out of nowhere.

Lionel felt her moving and lifted himself over her to sit on the opposite side. �Please�will you let me take off your blouse and bra?� he softly asked against her smooth ear making her sigh. She didn�t answer verbally, but he felt her head move in an up and down motion, nodding her permission. Gently he slipped her blouse from her shoulders, careful to lay it down neatly on the bench across from them after feeling around to find it. Moving to her bra, he pulled her forward to unclasp it, brushing her nipples against his chest.

Jean bit her lip to keep from moaning as her nipples brushed against the cotton material of his shirt. Resting her head on his shoulder, her mind again wondered why she was so drawn to this man; why he aroused her body and mind so easily. No answer came to her because her mind was focused on the feel of his hands as they caressed her now bare back.

�Sit up for me, please�� he gently nudged her, pulling the straps of her bra down her arms as she moved away from him. �My god, I wish I could see you.� Lionel whispered as he cupped her breasts in his hands.

�I�m glad you can�t. If we weren�t in the dark�I�� Jean�s quiet voice drifted off into the dark.

�Shh�I know. It�s that way for me too.� Lionel quieted her with a tender kiss�a kiss that finally triggered his memory�he had kissed these lips before. Just as the memory flashed, his reasonable side dashed it away. There was no way this was the woman he had loved and lost. Ignoring it, he went back to the kiss that was now more than just tender assurance.

Jean took a deep breath when their kiss finally ended. �Please, may I take off your shirt? I want to feel your bare chest against me.�

Lionel found her hands and guided them to the buttons of his shirt as an answer to her question. He wanted very much to feel his bare chest against hers�his imagination conjured up an image of him cradled in her arms as before only with their bare skin touching and he felt his cock tighten. Helping her with his shirt, he placed it by her blouse then returned his attention to the woman he knew must be a beautiful creature. �Are you ready for me to nurse�or�� he paused, not sure if he should ask what he wanted for fear it might be going too far. �May I remove the rest of your clothes?�

�If you will let me do the same�� Jean countered softly.

�Oh yes�yes.� Lionel kissed her, his tongue slowly tracing her supple lips before pushing against them, asking to be let inside�his hands carefully, but hastily removing the rest of her clothes.

Jean parted her lips as she quickly set about removing Lionel�s trousers and briefs before wrapping her arms around Lionel�s neck. Feeling his tongue inside her mouth, she felt a moan rumble deep within her. When the kiss ended, she took a deep breath only to have it taken by the feel of his lips on her neck. She let her head fall back to give him better access. Shivering as he made his way to her breasts, she almost cried out when a pain burned in her still un-nursed left breast.

Lionel pulled back, afraid that he had hurt her. �What is it? Did I hurt you?� then he realized what had happened. �It�s your left breast�it�s still hurting, isn�t it?�

�Yes.� Jean�s voice quietly shook in the dark of the berth. �I�I don�t want�but I�� a finger on her lips stopped her words.

�Shh. It�s alright. Just a minute.� Lionel kissed her quickly then moved from his place beside her, quickly kicking off his shoes and pulling his clothes the rest of the way off before feeling around in the dark and making his way to the empty bench where he had laid her clothes. Carefully feeling around, he managed to put their clothes in a tidy pile on the floor before pulling the bench down into its bed position, then felt around for the blanket and pillow that he knew had to be there somewhere.

Jean, hearing him fidget around, wondered what he was doing even as she gritted her teeth against the pain. Focusing on the sound of her companion, she knew when he moved back to her side. �Please�� she begged him in a shaky voice.

�Come�� Lionel whispered to her as he took her hands and gently led her over to the bed he had made for them. �Lay down on your left side.� He helped her onto the bed, and listened for her movements to stop. �Are you comfortable?�

�Yes.� Jean answered and felt him climbing in beside her. Feeling his body move against hers, she whimpered when his head snuggled against her chest, his mouth taking the painfully tight flesh inside to suckle. �Oww.� She cried, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

�I�m so sorry.� Lionel murmured against her breast, his lips never really stopping their suckling. �It�should�be�better�in�.a few minutes.� He finished, letting his lips go back to suckling completely.

�Oww.� It seemed to be all she could cry, as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

Lionel�s hand gently caressed her hip as he suckled as gently, but as quickly, as he could, trying to relieve her of the pain. Feeling her start to tremble against him, he moved his hand further around her waist to rub her back soothingly. When her body began to move against his, he knew that the pain had subsided, and that now his suckling her breast was giving her pleasure. Slowly slipping his hand down her back, he drew a finger down the cleft of her ass before lifting her leg up and back so that it was resting against the wall, giving him complete and open access to her pussy.

Jean�s breath hitched at the feel of Lionel�s finger in the cleft of her ass and then again when his hand slowly sought out her pussy in the dark. His gentle touch tickled the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh, sending an electric jolt of want straight to her pussy. His lips never left her breasts, switching from her left breast back to her right, humming as her warm milk slid down his throat. �You�you don�t have to do that any more. They aren�t hurting now.�

Lionel suckled a few more times, holding the milk in his mouth. Carefully pulling away from the tight nipple, he lifted his head from Jean�s breast and placed his lips over hers, pushing against them with his tongue. When he felt her lips open to him, he let the warm milk he held inside his mouth flow into hers. Finished sharing her milk with her, he pulled back. �Have you ever tasted your milk?�

�No.� Jean answered in a hushed tone. �It�s sweet.�

�Yes, it is.� Lionel breathed as his hand finally made contact with her pussy. �I like smooth pussy.�

�I�m glad.� Jean panted out as Lionel�s fingers traced an outline over her lower lips, down to her anus, around the puckered flesh, and then back again. Over and over he repeated the same trail making her buck her hips up toward him.

�May I eat your pussy?� he sucked the juices from one of his fingers then slipped the other one inside Jean�s mouth to let her taste her other milk. �Ever tasted your pussy�s milk?�

�Mmm�yes.� Jean moaned as she sucked his finger like she would a cock.

�Yesss�� Lionel groaned as he rubbed his cock against her.

�Please�I want to feel your mouth on my pussy.� Jean begged as she pushed him down toward her needy and demanding pussy.

Lionel stuck out his tongue, using his nose to guide him. Moving slowly down her body, he finally found what he�d been searching for�her pussy. Flicking the rough, wet flesh of his tongue against her sensitive and swollen labia and clit, he moaned. As he licked at the soft flesh he found there, he was overwhelmed by the taste. She tasted like wine and honey and bitter sweet. �So good.� He mumbled against her pussy as he continued to lick and suck and slurp.

Feeling a finger push against her ass hole, Jean moaned, burying her fingers in Lionel�s hair as she held him to her. �Oh, please.� She begged as she pushed back against his hand. �Please��

Lionel�s mind plagued him with thoughts of another woman�a woman that had tasted as this one did, smelled as this one did�and moaned with the same tenor of lust to her voice as this woman was. Forcing the thoughts to the back of his mind once again, he returned to the pussy his mouth was suckling and gave one last fuck of his tongue into the wet heat between the swollen lips along with one last good thrust of his finger into her ass hole, sending the woman in his arms into an orgasmic frenzy as she bucked against him over and over again, gasping for air.

Moving up her body after suckling every drop of her cum into his mouth, Lionel captured her lips with his and shared the juices as his tongue moved against hers, his hands raking over her hot and sweaty flesh. Still ever the gentleman, even in his highly aroused state, he pulled back from the kiss, his hands stilling on her body. �May I thrust my cock inside your sweet pussy?� he breathed, his hips already rubbing his cock against the crease of her pussy lips.

�Yes�oh yesss. If you don�t�� Jean shivered�if he didn�t she would go absolutely mad.

�If I don�t�what?� Lionel questioned as he moved his lips to her breasts, suckling once more the sweet milk he�d developed a craving for.

�I�ll go mad if you don�t fuck me. It�s been so long.�

Lionel paused. �I never thought.� He sighed. �Is it alright? I mean�has it�what about��

Jean ran her hands down over his back, cupped his ass and pressed him to her, stopping his hips from moving his cock up and down against her pussy. �Feel my pussy pulsing against your rock hard cock? My husband hasn�t touched me since four months before our baby was born. I�ve had to take care of my needs myself in the bath or when I�m alone while he�s at work. I�m tired of doing it myself. I want to feel a cock fucking my pussy instead of my finger or a cucumber.� She panted out in a soft voice then moved her hand from his ass down between their bodies, grabbing his cock and positioning the tip at the opening of her wet and needy pussy. �You won�t hurt me, it�s been long enough since the birth. I want you to fuck me and make me come and then I want to feel your cock in my ass�I want you to come in my ass.� She moved her hips upward causing the first inch of Lionel�s cock to slip inside her.

Lionel groaned as he felt himself slipping inside the wet heat of her clutching pussy. Carefully pushing his cock further inside, he stopped when he heard her gasp. �Are you okay?�

�Mmm�just a minute.� Jean groaned. This man�s cock was so long and thick�it reminded her of another cock that had stretched her pussy for the first time. There was no way. This couldn�t be him. He was gone. �Fuck me.� She commanded as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Lionel grunted as he began to pound against the pussy beneath him. It had been so long since he�d had a woman�so long since his cock had been sheathed by wet, clutching flesh. �It�s been a long time for me, too.� He managed to whisper between grunts. �My cock hasn�t been clutched by a pussy for so long�I had almost forgot what it felt like.�

�Oh god�you�re so long and hard. It feels like you�re fucking my womb, you�re so far inside me.� Jean breathed through gritted teeth. �Harder. Make me cum. Touch me�suck me.�

Lionel groaned as he sat up, pushed her legs back and pumped harder against her. Getting his rhythm in sync, he slid a hand down her thigh to her pussy, finding her clit and rubbing frantically over the exposed nub of flesh. Feeling her straining to come, her back arching, he let go of her leg, leaned over and latched onto a taught nipple. Suckling the milk from her breast, he felt her finally letting go. �Yesss�come for me. Come for me. Coat my cock with that sweet pussy juice.�

�Uhn�uhn�uhn. Oh fuck!� Jean muffled her cry in the pillow, somehow still aware of the other passengers on the train. Regaining some of her control, she felt Lionel still pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. �Fuck my ass. It�s your turn to come. I want to feel you come up my ass�I want to taste your cum.�

�Dear sweet holy hell.� Lionel moaned as he pulled from her pussy. �Get on your knees.� He commanded her.

�Yesss.� Jean moaned as she did what he�d told her to. Backing up a bit, she felt his hands on her ass and trembled in anticipation. �Please hurry.� She begged, wiggling her ass under his touch.

Lionel slipped his finger down the cleft of her ass down to her pussy, fucking his two middle fingers in the wet flesh to coat them. His cock was dripping with her cum, but he wanted to make sure her ass was as lubed as possible before slipping his big cock into the tiny puckered hole. Bringing his fingers back up to her ass hole, he leaned over and found her ass with his tongue. Licking, teasing, pushing, he felt the puckered flesh pulse in response then pushed again with more force, slipping his tongue inside, flexing and wiggling it, making Jean squirm. Pulling his tongue out, he quickly pushed it back in, already craving the taste of her.

Jean bit her lip and gripped the pillow beneath her hands. The feel of his tongue in her ass was driving her crazy and then she felt his finger pushing in. She bucked her hips as he held her ass apart with one hand while he fucked her with the middle finger of his other. Feeling a second finger join the first, she began to buck back against him, the juices from her pussy running down her thighs, soaking the blanket below.

Lionel ground his teeth together when Jean�s ass gripped his fingers as she bucked back against him. He could smell her scent filling the air around them and licked his lips as he slid his free hand from her ass cheeks down to her pussy, groaning at the feel of her sopping pussy. �Are you ready for my cock to fill your tight ass?�

�Shove it in�stretch my tight ass hole.� Jean ground out as she felt his fingers pulling from her. �Oh.� She jerked at the unexpected feel of Lionel�s face being buried in her pussy. �Please�no more teasing�fuck my ass.�

Lionel slurped his way from her clit to her ass, tickling the puckered hole once more before sitting up and pressing the swelled head of his cock against the slick hole, gripping her hips and slowly pushing. �Relax.� He breathed and felt her muscles relax a bit under his hands. It was just enough that his cock head slipped inside making them both groan. Leaning over her, he moved one hand from her hip to her shoulder and held tight as he plunged the rest of the way in.

Jean threw her head back, biting her lip to keep the scream from escaping as the burn from Lionel�s cock penetrating her ass spread through her body. Feeling him pulling her up, she adjusted her legs and sat on his lap, his cock getting buried even deeper with the position. Gripping his arms that were wrapped around her, she let her head fall back on his shoulder. �You�re even longer and thicker than before. Damn but your cock feels so good.�

Lionel nibbled on the fleshy lobe of her ear, one hand sneaking down over her stomach between her legs finding her clit. �So fucking tight. I can�t hold out much longer.� He groaned, fighting the urge to throw her down and pound her ass as hard and fast as he could.

Jean in this position could feel his balls and knew that he was fighting for control. Repositioning her legs, she lifted herself up and off his cock, then quickly sat back down, plunging his cock up to the hilt inside her ass. Repositioning her legs again, she put her feet on the bench and used them to push herself up. Finally finding the right position and rhythm, she began to fuck herself on Lionel�s cock faster and faster, each downward movement harder than the last.

�Oh god.� Lionel gripped her hips, stopping her and throwing her down onto the bench in a frenzy of lust. Pulling himself out, he gripped her ass cheeks with his hands and spread them apart. Pushing his cock against her hole, he plunged in hard then pulled out again and plunged in again harder than the last time. Setting up a rhythm, he began to pound her ass faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder with each thrust of his hips.

Jean felt like she was going to piss herself, her pussy was pulsing so much and dripping with so much cum that it felt like she�d been sitting in a tub full of it. Biting the pillow beneath her head, she cried and screamed as Lionel pounded her ass as she begged him to. She felt so full and so tight that she couldn�t take much more. �Hurry! Fill my ass with your cum�hurry!�

Lionel pulled her up once more, his hand gripping her breast. Pushing his other hand against her stomach so he could continue to plunge deep inside her ass, he pulled at the nipple he held and felt the warm milk wetting his fingers completely shattering his last bit of control. �God�I�m going to come. I�m going to fill your tight ass with my hot cum.� He slammed into her, a grunt filling the air as his cum began to shoot out of his hardened cock, coating her insides with it�s sticky substance.

Jean rubbed her clit furiously as her orgasm ripped from her womb at the feel of Lionel�s plunging cock filling her with it�s hot cum. �Yesss�oh god�yesss.� She moaned. �Pull out and let me taste it.�

Lionel, his cock still shooting it�s cum into her tight ass, bit his lip and gritted his teeth as he pulled from her ass, the hot cum landing on Jean�s back before she turned and leaned over, catching the last jets of cum in her mouth. With the last jerk of his hips, he felt Jean�s hand milking the last of the cum from his sensitive cock. �Oh god�so good.� He collapsed back onto the soft cushion behind him.

Jean rubbed his cock a few more times then collapsed on top of him, her lips finding his and sharing his cum as he�d done with her. She lay there for a long time, wondering just how long it had been since the train had stopped. Her pussy was still pulsing, her ass was now puckering back up and squeezing the cum out onto her thigh. �I�m so soppy.�

�Yes, you are.� Lionel agreed when she draped a thigh over his legs, her pussy coming in contact with his skin. �I�ve haven�t had a pussy or ass so tight�at least�not for a very long time.�

�Your wife?� Jean�s finger trailed over his chest in aimless patterns.

�No.� Lionel breathed. This woman was so familiar�but it just couldn�t be her. �Not my wife. My wife won�t let me fuck her ass, and very seldom lets me fuck her pussy.�

�First love?�

�Yes. First�only�but lost.� Lionel whispered as his fingers trailed through her hair. �We�re going to be such a mess. We won�t be able to hide what we�ve done.�

�I have a bag with some towelettes I think will clean us up�although I don�t know how good a job I can do in the dark.�

�I�ll feel around for your bag.� Lionel groaned as he rolled from the bench. �When I find your bag, and you locate the towelettes, we�ll start at the top and work our way down. We�ll get every thing that way.� As he fumbled around the floor, he decided to do his own asking. �Have you ever had your ass fucked?�

Jean smiled, she knew he�d be as nosy as she had been. �Yes�but not by my husband. He�s not quite as adventurous as I am.�

�First love for you too?�

�Yes. The man who took my�well�the man that made me a woman.� Jean smiled at the memory.

Now Lionel knew his mind hadn�t been playing tricks. Finally finding the bag, he moved back to Jean and knelt in front of where he was sure she was at. �Pooh�is it you? Is it really you?� he whispered, almost afraid that he had let himself believe in a dream.

Jean blinked�only one man had ever called her that. Only one man had ever��Lionel?� she reached out and carefully felt for his face.

Clasping the hands now cupping his face, Lionel felt tears sting his eyes. �Pooh.� He pulled her into his arms and held her.

�Oh Lionel.� Jean whispered. �But how? What happened?�

�I don�t know, Love.� Lionel whispered, his heart already saddened again because he knew they couldn�t stay together. The lights flickered dimly back to life, letting the lovers see each other for the first time in so many years. �Promise me that you won�t regret this. That you will let it warm you when you�re touching yourself at night or in the bath.� His fingers combed through her hair, smoothing it back into place.

Jean couldn�t believe she was looking into the face of her lost love. �I wish it were different, Lionel. I wish�� she began to cry. �I promise. I�ll never forget this�never.�

�My mind and body knew you�but I kept denying it.� Lionel whispered as he wiped her tears. �I just couldn�t let myself believe that I was holding you again.�

�I kept feeling like I�d been with you before�but I didn�t want to let myself believe it, either. I couldn�t. I hurt so much when I lost you.� Jean began to cry again.

�I�m so sorry. So sorry.� Lionel breathed. �We need to hurry and clean ourselves up. I don�t want you getting caught like this.�

�Please�just let me�� Jean took a towelette and patted the bench beside her. �Move up here.�

Lionel moved up to sit beside her and closed his eyes with a groan when Jean knelt in front of him, cleaned his cock and then covered it with her mouth. �Oh god. Your mouth is still as good as it always was.� He didn�t think he could react this soon after the fuck session they�d had, but Jean�s talented mouth had quickly brought his cock to full alert.

Jean bobbed her head up and down as Lionel buried his hands in her hair. It felt so good to have his cock in her mouth once more, the only cock she�d ever enjoyed fucking her mouth and sliding down into her throat. Reaching up, she played with his balls, giving them a squeeze and humming when Lionel bucked his hips forward and hissed her name. Lifting her head up, she let Lionel slip from her mouth then licked the tip over and over again like a lollipop�giving it a suck between each lick.

Lionel growled and tightened his grip on Jean�s hair. �Oh god, Jean. I�m going to come. Suck my cock�yesss�suck it dry.� He jerked, spilling his cum down her throat with a muted howl.

Jean swallowed over and over as hot streams of cum slid down her throat and filled her belly. Sucking the last drop of cum from Lionel�s cock, she slowly pulled her head up, placing a kiss on the tip before looking up at him and licking her lips. �My ass is full of your cum and now my belly is too.� She reached underneath her, swiping her hand across her ass hole. �Your cum is still as sticky and salty and bitter as it was back then.�

Lionel groaned as he tried to catch his breath. �Damn, your mouth is still as good as it was.� He pulled her up and licked the hand she�d coated with his sticky cum. �Your pussy is still as good a meal as it was back then.� he licked his lips. �Let me have another taste and then we must clean up.�

Jean eagerly climbed onto the bench and laid back, spreading her legs wide. �Oh yes.� She sighed huskily. �One more taste of my pussy.�

�I�ll eat your pussy, we�ll clean up, and then I�ll nurse the rest of the way.� Lionel�s eyes bore into hers. �I want as much of you as I can get before I have to lose you again.�

Jean closed her eyes when Lionel�s hands cupped her ass and lifted her up to his mouth. �Promise me that this will happen again.�

Lionel lifted his head, his face already glistening with her juices. �I�ll give you my schedule�later.� He went back to her pussy�his tongue lapping at her as he drank in her unique and erotic juices. Feeling her pussy begin to grind against his face, he knew she was almost ready to come. Moving his mouth over her clit, he sucked over and over, her pussy grinding faster and faster, her whimpers filling the air�and then he slurped�it was her undoing. It always had been�the sound�the feel�it had always sent her over the edge. If they had been truly alone, he knew she would have been screaming.

Jean tasted the blood trickling onto her tongue from where she�d bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Her inner muscles were clenching so hard and fast she felt her body begin to twitch uncontrollably. She gasped when she felt Lionel�s tongue licking up her ass and lapping at her hole over and over again. �Mmm.� She hummed when he stopped and gently let her down onto the bench.

�Damned good.� Lionel murmured as he leaned over and placed a kiss on her pussy. �I never ate another pussy after yours. Yours was the first and so damned good�no other one could ever come close.� He pulled out a towelette and spread her legs, pushing them onto the bench, then began to clean her sopping pussy.

Jean closed her eyes. �I never wanted to suck another cock after you. I�ve never wanted any other cum filling my belly.� She hissed when Lionel moved the towelette over her too sensitive clit. �Ooh�too much.�

�Sorry.� Lionel carefully spread her pussy lips apart so that he could see and make sure to get her completely clean. Finishing with her pussy, he dropped the towelette on top of the one she�d used to clean his cock, then pulled out another one. �Can you sit up and squat down for me?�

Jean sat up and turned her back to him, squatting down as he�d asked. As she did, her ass squirted out the cum filling it and she groaned. �I�ve really gotta pee now.�

�Alright�hold on.� Lionel moved from the bench, found the waste basket and let the cum in his hands slide inside it. Bringing it with him, he sat it in front of the bed, then helped Jean squat over it. �Go ahead�I�ll dump it out the window when you�re done.� He kissed her ear, his cock tightening at the sound of her piss hitting the bottom of the metal basket.

Jean�s breath hitched when she felt Lionel�s cock brush against her pussy. He�d always liked the feel of her pissing on his cock�she guessed some things really hadn�t changed. �You always liked my pissing on your cock.�

�I can�t help it. It�s so arousing.� Lionel kissed her ear, and gently rocked his hips.

�Oh god, Lionel. My pussy can�t stand anymore�but if you don�t stop that�I�ll want more.�

Lionel chuckled, �Still a soft touch.�, then pulled his cock back, wiping it with the towelette.

Jean finally finished pissing then moved her ass over the can and pushed the rest of the cum out before bending over in front of Lionel�s face so that he could clean her up once more. �Lionel!� she squealed when she felt his tongue lapping at her piss soaked pussy.

�I had to.� Lionel mumbled before lapping at her ass hole to clean his cum from the soft skin.

�You�ve got to stop.� Jean wiggled. �The train might start moving any moment and we�ve got to dump this before it does.�

Lionel nipped at Jean�s ass cheeks, patted her pussy then stood up. �I know, but I just can�t help myself.�

�I wish we had more time. I�d let you fuck me until we were too sore to move and then I�d let you eat me until your mouth and tongue were too tired to work.�

�And then I�d nurse until your breasts were dry, then wait for them to fill and then nurse them dry again.� Lionel opened the window and dumped out the trash basket. Sticking his cock out the window, he began to piss then groaned when he felt Jean�s hand holding him.

�Why didn�t you piss with me? You always did before.� She let her hand move up the shaft to the tip, letting his piss stream over her hand.

�I don�t know. I think I might have been afraid of making a mess.� He grinned.

Jean looked at him with a raised eyebrow. �Making a mess? Lionel, look at the bed.� She looked back at the bed, their cum evident in several different places.

�Yeah�we were rather messy huh?�

�We always were.� Jean smiled as she helped him clean off his cock and then held out her hand to be cleaned. �Now, it�s time to get serious about cleaning ourselves.�

Lionel closed the window, put down the trash basket then used the towelette he�d cleaned Jean�s hand with to clean the inside of the basket before dropping their trash inside. Pulling out another towelette, he bent Jean over and cleaned her pussy and ass again, making sure to wipe away any sign of his cum.

Jean sighed when Lionel finally finished cleaning her body of the evidence of their fuck session. �Now it�s your turn�how are you as messy as me?�

�Rubbing against you.� Lionel gave her a broad smile and winked. �Now hurry�I think I may have heard someone.�

Jean hurriedly cleaned Lionel of every spot of evidence that he�d been with a woman. Not being able to resist, she leaned over and kissed his cock. �I just couldn�t resist.� She smiled at him when she stood back up.

�Get dressed. I�m thirsty. I might even let you play with him while I�m nursing�� he grinned.

�I�d like that�and we have plenty of towelettes left to clean him if he does a little squirting.� She giggled when Lionel swatted her bare ass.

�Hold still.� He growled and leaned over, kissing each firm ass cheek. Standing back up, he handed her clothes to her, then picked up his own.

Quickly dressing, Jean left her blouse unbuttoned half way and opened the nursing flap of her bra then settled into the corner of their seat and waited. She didn�t have to wait long. Cradling Lionel in her arms, she held her breast up to him, and watched as his lips captured the nipple between them, suckling the minute the warm flesh was in their grasp. �Mmm�I�m going to have a soaked pussy when you�re through.�

Lionel pulled back and smiled then looked down at his trousers. �I left them unzipped. All you have to do is reach in and pull my cock out.� He took the nipple back in his mouth and nuzzled her breast with his nose as he began to suckle again.

Jean reached down, slipping her hand inside his trousers. Gripping the firm flesh of his cock, she pulled it out and let it go, smiling at the way it bobbed then jutted out. She liked this look. It was very arousing to see a firm, erect cock jutting out of a man�s trousers. Teasing the swelled head with her fingernail, she chuckled when Lionel bucked his hips and sucked harder on her nipple. �Like that?�

�Mmm�� Lionel hummed, never letting go of the nipple in his mouth. Her milk was too good to stop. He intended to get every drop he could before they had to part ways.

Jean gripped Lionel�s cock in her fist and began to wank him as she�d done as a passed time when they were together. They had loved just sitting and touching�his hand would caress her pussy over and over again, learning every dip, crevice and line while her hand would do the same to his cock�learning the shape of the tip, the way it dipped in the center down to the piss hole, the vein on the underside of the shaft that pulsed just before he�d cum. Now, it was the same for her, but this time instead of her pussy, Lionel was learning her breasts and nipples while filling his belly with her milk.

Feeling the train start to move, Jean felt her heart sadden and held Lionel closer to her breast. �I hate that we�re moving now. I don�t want to leave you again.�

Lionel let go of her nipple and looked up at her. �I�m going to be in London for a few weeks. I�ll be on this train every other day. I know that we can�t meet that often, but maybe we can meet every four days.�

�We can meet every time you�re on this train. I�m by myself every day, sometimes way into the night�and my husband will be going out of town tomorrow.� Jean couldn�t believe she was setting up a daily tryst, but she wasn�t going to let this chance pass her by.

�I�ll give you my number so that you can call and let me know if you�ll be on the train.� Lionel caressed her cheek. �I think I�ve nursed this one as long as I should. I want to nurse the other�but I want to make sure there�s enough for your baby.�

�I�ll be on the train.� Jean continued fisting his cock. �There will be plenty of milk left for the baby. She hasn�t a big appetite and by the time I get home, they�ll be full again.� She let go of Lionel�s cock as he moved to nurse the other breast. Laying his head on a pillow in her lap, she once again held her breast up and placed the nipple to his mouth.

Lionel closed his eyes as the warm milk filled his belly and Jean�s hand continued to bring his cock back to life. Seeing the scenery start to pass them by, he knew they were finally out of the tunnel and wondered just how far from her stop they were. Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, he stopped her hand. �Don�t make me come�I want to stay hard to remind me that it was you who made me that way.�

�Oh Lionel.� Jean nodded then began to move her hand again. �Nurse�we don�t have much time.�

Lionel suckled her nipple back inside his mouth and buried his face in her breast. Closing his eyes, he rested his hand on her ass, gently caressing it.

Jean let Lionel�s cock go when she felt the vein pulse. Seeing the scenery start to clear, she caressed her fingers through Lionel�s hair. �We have to stop now. The train is slowing down to stop.�

Lionel took one last drink then let the nipple slip from his lips. Lifting his hand from her ass, he wrapped it around her neck and brought her mouth down to his. Kissing her deep and hard, he felt the train stop and pulled back.

Jean gasped for breath then kissed Lionel once more, not wanting to end this, but knowing she had to�for now. �I can�t wait until we see each other again�but can we get off somewhere so that we can be alone and not have to worry about being quiet?�

�I�ll see what I can do.� Lionel tucked his still hard cock back into his trousers, gritting his teeth as he pulled the zipper up over the bulge. �I�ll be hard and waiting for you.� He kissed her once more, grabbed his jacket and went out the door, never looking back.

Jean hurriedly closed her bra and buttoned her blouse then straightened a few things they had missed before picking up her bag to leave. She paused at the door, rubbed her thighs together and smiled�her pussy was wet again�and she had no intentions about cleaning it up before she went home. She�d still be by herself by the time she got home, so she�d just have a little memory and play time before David got home.

�Oh Lionel.� Jean whispered. �Until we meet again.�
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