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Missed Connections: New OrleansThere really isn’t much privacy on a train, even in a sleeper car. So, naturally, I was a bit ticked off when there was a ticketing issue and my sleeper was double booked with a guy I knew nothing about. Neither of us had any recourse, so we resigned ourselves to sharing the tiny, cramped enough as it is with one person in it, room. I knew he was a photographer from Boston as he asked me if I would mind him setting up his camera in the lower bay while I was awake. I didn’t, whatever. I was a student at BU, working towards getting my Master’s in Education. This was a for fun trip for me. Straight shot from New York to New Orleans with none of the drive, air sickness or stupid rules. We did the obligatory small talk for a short while, but neither of us were very good at it so we took to staring out the window instead. I kept catching him glancing over at me as I lay my head against the cool window. “Can I take some pictures of you?” he asked randomly. I shrugged. I didn’t really care. He took a few photos of me looking out the window and reached over to push my hair out of my face and I pulled away. It startled me. “Sorry,” he said and put the camera down. I shook my head, “No, it’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” “I’m so used to just adjusting things for the shot, it slipped my mind that you weren’t one of my models,” he said with a slight chuckle. I blushed and we were saved from the awkwardness for a moment as we were called to have lunch in the dining car. The hostess sat us together in spite of us saying we weren’t together, so the awkwardness resumed and got even worse as she sat two other complete strangers with us, an older married couple that asked if they could sit on the same side of the booth together. He moved over to my side of the booth and we endured the most awkward meal with a lovey-dovey couple married 32 years congratulating us on our nuptials. I immediately hid my hand so they wouldn’t notice I wasn’t wearing a ring and he did the same thing. Apparently neither of us wanted to disappoint a random couple we knew nothing about. It was so fucking awkward, but by the end of the meal we were all laughing. After a few drinks, and a much nicer and quieter dinner, the awkwardness faded and we just gave in to the situation. A coin toss gave me the coveted top bunk and he took the bottom bunk. We set up an agreement earlier so if either of us had to go to the bathroom, the other would leave the car and go for a walk down the hallway, and that worked out really well while we were both awake. I’d been asleep for a while when I felt his hand on my shoulder, trying to gently rouse me from sleep. I groaned and turned over. He sighed loudly, “I have to pee and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up and I can’t wait anymore…”I groaned louder, “So go pee, I’m asleep, I’m not going to see anything up here.” “Can you please just go out in the hall for a minute?” he pleaded. I grumbled, but got up and climbed down to stand in the two feet of space we had beside the two bunks. My butt was pressed pretty tightly to his crotch as the train lurched and I fell back against him. He grabbed my breast as we both lost our balance a bit, it took about two seconds for him to pull his hand away after realizing where he grabbed me. Opening the door was awkward and he was clearly uncomfortable as I scrambled to get past him and out the door while trying to keep my night shirt covering me and wishing I had brought shorts with me to sleep in. Of course, I hadn’t planned on bringing anything at all to sleep in, I normally sleep naked and I was supposed to be alone in my cabin. I looked back to the door and bit my lip. He was an attractive guy, kind of on the metro-rugged side of things as he was neatly groomed, but in a “devil may care” kind of way.There was an older man walking down the hallway as I stood there, blushing brightly in an oversized (but not oversized enough) t-shirt and panties. He was leering as he got closer to me and I ended up barging back into the room and shutting the door behind me. He was just tucking things away when I barged back in. He got annoyed for a minute, but then he saw me peeking out of the blinds. “What’s going on?” he asked as he leaned down to look out of the blinds with me. “Creepy old guy in the hallway kind of freaked me out,” I responded, then looked him over, “You go outside this time, I should go too, while we’re both awake.” He headed out into the hall without a fuss, I went pee and washed up, then opened the door so he could come back in the room. I stood in the little floor space we had and asked him, “Do you wash areas after going?”He seemed a bit taken aback by the question and shook his head, his brow furrowed as he kind of grimaced at me, “No…” “You should. Also, you didn’t wash your hands after ‘cause I interrupted you…”He blushed and went to the sink to wash his hands. I sat on his bunk and watched him. He turned around and I looked up at him, “You should wash areas, too.” He arched his eyebrow, “Well aren’t you forward,” he laughed. I smiled, “You bahis firmaları wanted to sleep in the top bunk, right?”He shrugged, “You won the coin toss, it really doesn’t matter.” “We could share it…” I offered, averting my eyes slightly. “Do you wash areas after going?” he asked, clearly trying to change the subject.I nodded and stood up next to him, “I could wash yours for you, if you’d like?” His jaw dropped slightly and my smile grew. “May I?” I asked as I cornered him beside the sink. He tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows curiously, but nodded. I turned on the water then pulled his boxers down enough to expose him. I ran my hand in the warm water, then rubbed the water along the head of his cock, dipped my hand into the water again and spread it down his shaft. He moaned as I rinsed him. I dried him with a cloth from the sink and bit my lip as I continued to stroke him, “May I suck your cock?” I asked as I looked up at him. He nodded but said nothing. He stood awkwardly in the floor space we had, and I knelt down as best I could. Kissing the tip of his cock, then parting my lips to take him into my mouth as my hand stroked his shaft. He moaned and watched. I looked up at him, paying close attention to his expression as I moved my tongue over the head, tightened my lips around him, and moved them further down over his shaft. He grabbed my hair and pulled it slightly, forcing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him and then felt his other hand sliding over the back of my neck and up into my hair as he gripped it tightly and held me down on him. I had my hands on his hips and squeezed them a little tighter and tighter until he let his grip up and pulled my lips off of his cock. I coughed and gasped, a thick coating of saliva shimmered on his cock as various streetlights filtered through the train window. He kept his grip on the back of my neck and hair and pulled me upwards until I was standing in front of him. He clenched his jaw for a second then leaned down and kissed me deeply. I hungrily returned the kiss and held my hand on his throbbing cock, very slowly and softly stroking along his slick shaft. He pulled out of the kiss and looked me over, “We can share the top bunk?” he asked. I nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him over towards the steps to climb up there.He watched me as I climbed up, but stopped me just before I got all the way onto the bunk. He grabbed my waist and slid my panties down my thighs and pulled them off of me then tossed them to the ground behind us. I looked back at him and he was smiling, camera in hand.Our options were fairly limited in the space we had, and thankfully I was fairly short, but we made good use of it once he got his camera set up. He took a few practice shots, making sure the lighting was adequate and I was in frame properly. The first photo he took was me kneeling on the bunk, upper body turned slightly so that I was looking behind me towards him. He pulled my t-shirt so that it hung off of the shoulder I was looking over and my hair was d****d over the opposite shoulder. I was smiling, possibly the most genuine smile I’ve ever managed in my life. He guided me onto my back and wasted no time pushing my thighs apart and lowering his lips to my cunt. He licked slowly, dragging his tongue across my flesh in a teasing and leisurely dance. It was excruciating to feel the pleasure lingering just behind his touch, but he intentionally denied me that as I felt him smile every time I whined in frustration. His movements weren’t meant to get me off, they were just to get me started as the teasing and restrained pleasure got me dripping. He climbed over behind me, he was leaning against the wall awkwardly so he didn’t hit his head, but he pulled me up onto his lap, just above his cock, and put my feet on either side of his thighs. I lay back against his chest and he kissed the side of my neck and shoulder. He handed me a small black button attached to the camera and brought his hands down between my legs. His voice was quiet as he whispered, “You just want to get off, don’t you?” I nodded and he slid his finger very lightly along my slit, swirling the fluid from my cunt all along my inner lips. “Take pictures so I can focus on this,” he said as he pushed his finger into me and massaged my clit with the back of his palm. I clicked the button and he pulled his slicked finger from me and began rubbing it around my clit as he used his other hand to penetrate me again. I clicked the button and squirmed on his lap. He licked my neck and bit it softly. I clicked the button. He shifted us slightly and I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. I clicked the button just as he pushed into me. I whimpered and arched myself on his lap and he rubbed my clit faster, his cock pulsing within me. His other hand slid up my shirt until he grasped my breast firmly. I clicked the button and rocked my hips on his cock. He was moaning in my ear every time I moved, his hand kneaded my breast and his fingers slicked easily across my clit. I tensed up kaçak iddaa and his hand came off of my breast to lift my chin towards him so he could kiss me and I clicked the button. His voice was quiet, but deep as moved his lips back to my ear and slowed his hand just slightly, “You’re going to take pictures the whole time you’re cumming. If you stop, I stop, understood?”I nodded and he slowed his hand down a little more, giving my clit the slightest slap, “Say you understand and you want me to have pictures of your pussy quivering on my cock.” I moaned and squirmed and his fingers resumed their previous pace as I clicked the button repeatedly, “I…ohh….I understand.” His teeth dragged along my earlobe and his breath was warm against my ear as his fingers moved faster along my slippery flesh, “I-I” I couldn’t speak, but I was clicking the button as quickly as I could and moaning and squirming as he started thrusting his cock up into me. He clamped his hand down on my mouth as I was getting loud and I kept my legs wide open, clicking the button to give him as many photos of him making me cum as I possibly could. He slowed his hand and began to pet my pussy instead of rubbing it.His hand pulled away from my mouth and I was still clicking the button. He kissed my cheek and took the button away from me. I was panting and squirming on his lap still. I could feel that he was still hard inside me, possibly even harder than he had been when he first pushed into me. He pulled his cock free of me and moved back in front of me. I sat on my knees, leaning forward onto my hands for extra support as I looked up to him. He reached out and stroked my cheek and helped me back up into a sitting position. His hands caressed my stomach and up along my ribcage under my shirt. He took photos of me as he lifted my shirt slightly. I felt high. I know it was just hormones and horniness, but I felt like everything was happening in a sort of slow motion with every touch heightened to something otherworldly. He pulled my shirt over my head and latched his lips over my right nipple, kneading my breast as he sucked on me, every little bit I would hear the click of the camera.He kissed his way up my chest and neck until he was at my lips. He seemed starved of affection as he placed his hand at the back of my neck, tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling it lightly as he kissed me deeply. With him half-kneeling and half-laying beside me, I reached out and started stroking his cock. It was still slick from my wetness and my hand slid up and down it with ease.He pulled my hair and exposed my neck, which he bit and kissed as he snapped photos. His cock throbbed against my palm and I felt the slick moisture of pre-cum as my finger slipped over the head. He put the button back in my hand and kissed me as I clicked the button.He pulled my hair tighter and I tightened my grip on his cock slightly, then clicked the button. His other hand found its way down my stomach and between my legs. He fondled and rubbed me until I was moaning softly in his ear, clicking photos for him as his teeth sc****d over my nipple. We shifted a little and I got him to lie on his back. I knelt beside him and took his cock between my lips, sucking gently and slowly dragging my tongue in a point along the underside of his shaft. I lifted my eyes to look at the camera and couldn’t help but smile as best I could with his cock spreading my lips open, and clicked the button.He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock up and into my mouth, causing me to gag slightly. I still clicked the button. A thick line of saliva from my lips to his cock head caught in the light as I pulled my lips from him and he smiled as I clicked the button again. I was smiling too, and slowly climbed up him. I leaned over him, my breasts grazing his chest and my hands on either side of his head. We maneuvered carefully and he slipped his saliva coated cock in my dripping cunt. He pulled me down into a kiss, holding me tightly against him as I rocked my hips against his and moaned softly against his lips. Though it would only show my back, I clicked the button. I closed my eyes and he thrust up to meet my hips and I cried out slightly and squeezed the button between my finger inadvertently. The camera shuttered half a dozen times or so. He laughed and covered my mouth with his hand, shushing me as he thrust up into me again. He had one hand on my hip, holding me down as he thrust upwards, his other clamped over my mouth, muffling my moans and whimpers as he fucked me while I straddled him and steadily took photos for him. He bit his lip a he looked into my eyes. They were undoubtedly full of lust and want as he slid his hand off of my mouth and pulled me down to kiss me. The hand he’d been silencing me with went down between us and rubbed my clit in small tight circles. His other hand moved from my hip up over my back, hooking over my shoulder and holding my body against his as he thrust harder and faster to meet my quickening hips. He bit my lip slightly and I curled my fingers on one hand against his shoulders, kaçak bahis digging my fingernails into his back slightly as I clicked the button. He was fucking me hard and I was positively loving it.He stopped kissing me just long enough to get his lips to my ear to whisper to me, “I can feel you getting tighter on me. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?” I nodded and he smiled and kissed me again then pulled me up by my hair slightly and looked me in the eye as he got the shuddering moan he was aiming for. He grunted as my pussy squeezed and released him and I trembled as he pulled my hair tighter. I thought he’d cum too with the intense look on his face, but then he pulled himself out of me and it was evident he wasn’t done yet. He positioned me on my hands and knees and climbed behind me, lifting my thighs apart slightly as he pushed his cock into me again. He wrapped one arm around my waist, and the other around my upper chest as he pounded his hips against my butt, getting his cock as deeply in my pussy as he could in this position. I whimpered and moaned and his hand slid from my waist to my cunt to rub my clit as his cock hit me deep inside again and again. As I got louder he tried to shush me, and leaned down to bite my arm in an attempt to quiet myself. This made him pull my hips tighter to him as he pounded into me. His chest was pressed tightly against my back and I was essentially holding us both up on my forearms.I turned my head to look at him and he smiled as I bit my lip and whimpered. I clicked the button with each thrust. Every time I clicked the button he fucked me with just a little more force. I was sore, squirming, and still wanted to cum again as he rubbed my clit.He growled in my ear as he thrust into me, “Is that another orgasm I feel coming over you, little slut?”I was gasping for breath but nodded. He grunted and groaned and whispered harshly, “Atta girl. Tighten that cunt and push back against my cock. Do you want my cum?” I looked back to him as I tightened on his cock and an uncontrollable shiver coursed through me with a loud moan. He pulled his still hard cock from me and turned me onto my back. He grabbed his camera from where he had set it up and started taking up close shots of my contracting pussy.He had me hook my hands under my knees and pull my legs up and apart so he could take pictures of my dripping cunt as his cock head disappeared back into me. My clit was swollen and my pussy lips were red from the pounding he was giving me. He took closer pictures of my breasts and cunt. He took pictures of me gagging on his cock and his cum coating my face, chest, and pussy. He took photos of him eating me out and of his cum dripping from my aching and swollen cunt.Before we knew it, his cock was deep in my previously virgin ass and there was a knock at our door, telling us it was our call time for breakfast. I had cum in my hair and on most of my body, we were both sweaty and sticky, but all we could do was laugh then quickly get dressed. I wore his baseball cap to cover the giant glob of sticky wetness in the front of my hair and we sat together at breakfast, ate quickly then hurried back to the shower while everyone else in our car was still at breakfast.I don’t recommend shower sex on a moving train, we ended up giving up before we really even got started and just carefully washed each other instead. He was incredibly gentle as he washed my hair and I absolutely hated that we would part ways shortly, but I really wasn’t in a place to get attached to a random fuck, no matter how good he was. We got back to our room and changed into clean clothes and cleaned up the mess we’d made, somewhere along the way the panties he pulled off of me last night went missing. I’m not sure if he took them, but he claimed he hadn’t seen them since he threw them on the floor.Before we parted ways he took a photo of us in our neat little sleeper cabin, sitting on opposite sides of the window, both staring longingly out into the wilds. The keen eye would notice his eyes slightly angled towards me and a smile on his face and my foot stretched out in the open space on the floor, touching his. Subtle connections between strangers. We hadn’t thought to check our return trips to see if we’d be together on the ride home to Boston. We didn’t even exchange numbers. I told me that his name was Evan. He thought mine was Lynn. I saw the photo he’d taken of us at the end of our train ride in an exhibit somewhere down the line. I don’t know if he was at the show when I was there or not, but I heard the whispers of the people viewing the photo remarking on the sexual tension between the two. His hand rested on his inner thigh, and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was biting my lip as looked out the window. Of course, nobody knew that barely an hour before that photo was taken he was fucking my ass. I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at the photo, and I bit my lip as I looked at the information card. “Missed Connections: New Orleans. Models- Lynn and Evan Williams. Photographer- Evan Williams.” While the gallery was full and a bit chaotic, I jotted down a note on a scrap of paper from my purse – Lynn- 555-5634. Would love to see the rest of the session. – and slipped it behind the info card, poking out just a tiny bit.
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