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Euphemism

Leaning back I rest my head against the seat and let out a deep breath. It is too early to start thinking about what has gone on and where I am going. Around me people are filing in finding their own seat. Being on the train you never know who is going to end up around you for the next 12 hours of your life.

As I tilt my head to the side I can see down the isle of the car. Bags and belongings are being stowed in the proper locations and arms and legs are already comfortably sticking out into the communal space of the isle way. About three seats ahead on the other side I notice a man. He is not spectacular in any way. He has brown hair with a three inch bald spot in the back and he is not the perfection of fitness. Not bad either. Well dressed, from the back at least. I always presume that someone is kind unless otherwise proven.

Many hours into the trip, having forgotten about my balding friend, I look out into the isle again to see a naked pair of feet. I wouldn’t say they were naked except they just seemed to be expressing too much pleasure to be bare. I quickly realize that these are the feet that belong to the woman that accompanied the balding man onto the train. This was getting interesting.

I started watching his body movements (I could see the left side of his back and hip, sometimes an arm) combined with the reaction of her feet. This was incredible. He would lean over and her feet would flex and twist and turn. He would sit up and a moment later they would relax. An arm would move in and her toes would point…something very tasty was going on in those two seats.

I fantasized about what he was doing to her to illicit such a public reaction. Her feet were completely blocking the isle. Oh! My travel fantasies were all bubbling up. My goodness, I was not quite sure what to do…watching her feet and his head and my naughty fantasies combined were too much.

Closing my eyes, my muscles were clinching. Thinking about my lovers and what could be done to me I was able to work myself up rather quickly without even touching myself. Briefly I opened my eyes and her toes were stiff and his feet were on the ground in the isle as well propelling his body into her. I closed my eyes and imagined Montreal, the Venetian, Lover M, LLL, my NSA partners and others I fantasize about. Each of them had me in their own way and I came for each of them. Just by breath and muscle tension I was able to bring on multiple orgasms.

Thank you, balding band and naked foot! Next time I hope it is me getting the hot treatment and someone else getting the fantasy…