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Leopard · 11-21-2011, 06:17 PM

Evie

Evie’s own wetness had become sticky and unhelpful, but two fingers thrust up inside her soon solved that, as a new wave of wet juices flowed down over her fingers, soaking them anew and filling the air with the scent of her arousal. Evie slid her fingers up to her clit, rubbing quickly.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to fight its way through the barrier of anxiety, waves of bliss overtaking her mind in fiery pulses, quickly catching up with the rhythm of the rock of the train, and then passing it, as the train began to slow, unwilling to keep up the competition.

Evie's eyes shot open from their half lidded state.

The train was slowing down.

Shit, a station!

Evie looked from side to side (no real help since there was nothing new to see, but it made her feel active) wondering what to do. Should she just go for it as fast as she could and hope to finish in time? Or give in and run back to hide in her compartment until they were underway again?

Caution and wisdom spoke to the virtues of returning back to her compartment - but then they'd been speaking that way ever since she undressed, and Evie had been ignoring them the entire time so far.

There's no sense in being sensible, Evie thought.

Her fingers dashed back into action, rubbing her clit with an entirely new vigour as the train continued to slow, approaching the next station.

Evie's pleasure mounted once again, approaching a very rushed but entirely exhilarating orgasm. She sped up her breathing to match the roar of adrenaline coursing through her body, panting as she played with her clit in the train hallway. Glancing up and out of the train door window, she saw lamp posts and a white picket fence rolling by.

The station! I'm too late!

If Evie were a text message, her face would be a great big D: emoticon. There was no time to leg it down the corridor back to her compartment - as if hearing the thought pass through her mind, there was the sound of a compartment opening down the corridor - and there was nowhere else to turn, except—

Evie looked feverishly to the bathroom door, then to the small red text on the door. It too denied her.

Occupied.

Well, shit. Wait, what?

The thought slowly hit home that she'd been kneeling masturbating naked and not even thought to check if anyone was in the toilet right by her when she'd decided it wasn't worth hiding in. That someone most likely had been listening to her antics the entire time. Then that thought was whisked away by the sound of the toilet door unlocking with a sharp click.

Vacant. In neat green letters.

11-21-2011, 06:17 PM	#37
Leopard Truth or Dare Enthusiast Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 2,522	4.2. Adventure Evie Evie’s own wetness had become sticky and unhelpful, but two fingers thrust up inside her soon solved that, as a new wave of wet juices flowed down over her fingers, soaking them anew and filling the air with the scent of her arousal. Evie slid her fingers up to her clit, rubbing quickly. It didn't take long for the pleasure to fight its way through the barrier of anxiety, waves of bliss overtaking her mind in fiery pulses, quickly catching up with the rhythm of the rock of the train, and then passing it, as the train began to slow, unwilling to keep up the competition. Evie's eyes shot open from their half lidded state. The train was slowing down. Shit, a station! Evie looked from side to side (no real help since there was nothing new to see, but it made her feel active) wondering what to do. Should she just go for it as fast as she could and hope to finish in time? Or give in and run back to hide in her compartment until they were underway again? Caution and wisdom spoke to the virtues of returning back to her compartment - but then they'd been speaking that way ever since she undressed, and Evie had been ignoring them the entire time so far. There's no sense in being sensible, Evie thought. Her fingers dashed back into action, rubbing her clit with an entirely new vigour as the train continued to slow, approaching the next station. Evie's pleasure mounted once again, approaching a very rushed but entirely exhilarating orgasm. She sped up her breathing to match the roar of adrenaline coursing through her body, panting as she played with her clit in the train hallway. Glancing up and out of the train door window, she saw lamp posts and a white picket fence rolling by. The station! I'm too late! If Evie were a text message, her face would be a great big D: emoticon. There was no time to leg it down the corridor back to her compartment - as if hearing the thought pass through her mind, there was the sound of a compartment opening down the corridor - and there was nowhere else to turn, except— Evie looked feverishly to the bathroom door, then to the small red text on the door. It too denied her. Occupied. Well, shit. Wait, what? The thought slowly hit home that she'd been kneeling masturbating naked and not even thought to check if anyone was in the toilet right by her when she'd decided it wasn't worth hiding in. That someone most likely had been listening to her antics the entire time. Then that thought was whisked away by the sound of the toilet door unlocking with a sharp click. Vacant. In neat green letters. Last edited by Leopard; 12-12-2011 at 02:56 AM.