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The tiny movement, the pressure of her fingertip at that very point, had immediate effect. Her head went back and her body arched as little waves of exquisite sensation flowed through her body. She was aware that she had lifted her hips towards the stranger as her body and mind succumbed to the sudden experience. Then slowly she relaxed again, her fingers still active. The orgasm had been small despite its intensity, and she wanted more.
The train seemed to be slowing. Katie had no idea if it was nearing the next stop, whether other passengers might be about to board.
She no longer cared.
She ran the tip of her tongue along the edges of her teeth. She watched the man’s eyes, which were not on hers, but on the small movements of her hand clearly visible in outline inside her panties. She knew that he was following intensely as her fingers travelled slowly – oh so slowly – downwards, her fingertips just between her parted, very moist lips. Her hand paused very low down… another little sound escaped her as the rocking of the train caused her hips to move unexpectedly. The she was moving her fingers up again, up to the base of her clitoris. The stranger was so close now he was almost no longer on his seat. She stared at his face as she trailed her fingertip very slowly around her swollen clitoris, again and again, until finally pausing at its base. She pressed…
Will the stranger continue to watch? Will the journey come to an end? Your suggestions will be considered very carefully....
Katie’s hand could tarry no longer. It slipped down to her right thigh, stroking the smooth skin there, inching the already high skirt even higher. A small moan escaped her lips as the edge of her hand brushed the thin fabric of her panties. Her hips gyrated slowly as she let her fingers explore the firmness of her warm, full mound. In full and very close view of the stranger she trailed her fingertips over and around every contour, moaning again as she encountered the hint of moistness through the tightly-stretched cotton. She inched her legs even wider, her thoughts wheeling and racing, overtaken by arousal. Almost inevitably, her fingers ran along one edge of her panties… and slipped inside.
The point of no return has indeed been crossed.....
She moistened her lips with her tongue.
Her fingers moved from the hem of her blouse to her first button..
she lingered and passed it..
the next button.. she traced it lightly...
she found herself watching the guy... secretly thru her lashes... he did not notice... he was focused .. anticipating the next pearl button....
she wondered if she could go thru with wot she was urging herself to do.. she was driven by her growing need and even tho it must be now obvious... a wetness she was almost too ashamed to admit...
in a rush Katie realised that it must be so and she could not deny the opportunity to fulfill a fantasy she had long had...
she moved to the next button..
she savoured the hungry look that the stranger focused upon her.. it was almost a drool....
she realised the power she had in her grasp as she played with the next button while slowly and very deliberately.. she popped it open...
his reaction was electrifying...
it spurred her on..
Katie moved her other hand from her hair... to her lips...she hesitated.. placed her index finger very deliberately between her lips and removed it... she was on a roll and could not stop...
her wet finger traced the line of her breast but could not linger there as her touch was needed elsewhere..
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The train rattled on into the night. Katie knew that her heart was beating fast, that she was on the verge of crossing a boundary that she had never even imagined existed. She opened her eyes very slightly, peering through her lashes. The man on the seat opposite was still staring intently at her. At her legs which seemed incapable of remaining completely still.
Still pretending to have her eyes closed, she sank back a little more into her seat, shifting her position slightly. She felt her skirt ride a little, and the feeling of the slight movement against her thighs sent her senses reeling with a new, unexplored excitement. She felt powerful and yet vulnerable at one and the same time. Very slowly, she let herself slide sideways against the seat-back, and as she did so she felt her legs part just a fraction. Easing onto one elbow, she started to lower herself to one side, onto the seat. As she did, her legs pushed forward and she knew that her skirt had ridden high. She could see the man leaning towards her, peering closely..
She realised she had passed the point of no return. And anyway, she felt strangely gripped by the compulsion to carry on. She lay back completely onto the seat, raising her left leg, knee bent, up onto it and allowing the other leg to trail out straight on the floor.
Lights flashed by outside as the train clattered through a station. Katie lifted one hand to her head, fingers lacing through her hair, as the other toyed with the hem of her blouse. She moistened her lips with her tongue.
There were still some minutes to go before the train left, and they ticked by slowly. Katie was so tired her eyes were beginning to close. She almost jumped as the train gave a jolt and started to move. At that very moment the carriage door was flung open, and a figure lunged inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
Katie couldn’t help staring. The person who now stood swaying in the compartment was the man who had been glancing at her from the platform seat. Her heart gave a little lurch. He had been waiting for the train before she had – why then did he wait till it was moving before getting in? And why her compartment?
He gave her a lop-sided grin and sat down in the seat facing her. She crossed her legs, and then uncrossed them just as quickly, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable. It would be half an hour before the next stop. She nodded at the man in what she hoped was a non-committal way, and closed her eyes. She became conscious that her heart was racing. She felt nervous, even a bit worried. In the end she felt compelled to open her eyes again. He was looking straight at her, and his gaze didn’t waver when their eyes met. Slowly, so deliberately that she could barely believe it, the man’s eyes left hers and started to travel down her body. She tried not to react, not to show anything, as she watched him studying the swell of her breasts, and the small amount of cleavage that her blouse revealed. His eyes moved on downwards, seeming to examine her hands where they clasped protectively across her midriff, and then settled on her legs, on her thighs, on the hem of her short skirt.
She tried desperately not to move, but under his intense stare her legs moved a little, and as they did she saw the tip of his tongue move between his lips. She realised her breathing had altered, her own lips parting slightly. She closed her eyes again, silently pleading for the man to stop looking at her. And yet her legs betrayed her again, moving again slightly, unable to stay still.
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Katie had never before been this late getting out of work. She stepped out into the near-deserted streets which looked so different now from the busy, bustling scenes she was so accustomed to. She made her way towards the station, hurrying because she wasn’t sure of the time of the last train. At least, she consoled herself, she could be sure of a seat at this time of night.
A light rain was falling, misting her hair and glistening the reflections of the streetlamps on the pavement. The ornate entrance of the station loomed up ahead, and as she passed through it she felt glad to be inside the huge, echoing hall that knew nothing of the weather outside. The indicator board told her which platform she needed, and when she got there it was almost empty of people. She stopped at a place midway along the platform and stood patiently. A small distance away a man sat on bench reading a paper, and she was aware that every now and then he glanced in her direction. She was glad when the train slid into view and groaned to a halt alongside the platform.She chose very carefully – an empty compartment halfway along a carriage. Clambering in, she slammed the door shut behind her and slumped wearily into the seat.
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It was difficult to explain the slow, crawling excitement that burgeoned inside her as she made her way along the darkening lane towards the big house that stood on its own just before the beginning of the trees that clothed the looming hill behind. Amber was 29, recently out of a long-term, particularly unpleasant relationship, and had been very glad to be living her own life again. Why she was now doing this, she couldn’t actually be sure. The advert had been simple enough. Adventurous and enthusiastic young person required to assist with research into the nature and background of female sensuality. Preferably with journalistic skills. It was the journalistic bit that had done it for her, for she had long yearned to work with what she felt was her one real strength – writing. She pushed open the creaking iron gate that led onto the driveway of the house, and took a deep breath. She straightened her jacket, suddenly concerned that her skirt might be too short for a private interview of this kind. Too late to worry now. And she knew her legs were good, had always been a valuable asset. She reached the big iron-banded door and pressed the bell push. Almost immediately the door swung inwards and she found herself face to face with the person she had come to see. His eyes met hers, and then travelled slowly, very slowly over her body. She felt oddly nervous and yet she felt a tiny twitch of excitement deep inside her. He was tall, with fairly care-worn features, and a shock of dark hair that lapped about his face in an unruly fashion. ‘You are Miss Tallant’. It was more an observation than a question. His voice was surprisingly deep. She nodded, and managed a smile. ‘Come in,’ he murmured, and turned into the gloom inside. For a moment Amber hesitated, all of a sudden unsure whether this had been such a great idea after all. The unknown lies ahead. And what is research into female sensuality? Will Amber go inside? |
 | Paula knew she had overstepped the mark... for so long she had taunted him, always taking a place at the front of the class and flaunting herself in ways that only he could see. Frequently she would slide down in her chair, as if unaware that her skirt was riding up and presenting him with view that only he could see. She had so enjoyed the dart of his eyes, the way he sometimes faltered when speaking, and how he would occasionally have to sit down suddenly behind his desk. But today she had gone too far. The tutor was looking flustered and furious. It had been halfway through his lecture - he had suddenly picked on her to answer a question (to which she had not a clue) and she had met his eyes, running the tip of her tongue slowly along her lips. As if not enough, in the attempt to throw him from the question, she had run her fingertip over the fabric of her blouse, circling the shape of her nipple. Her tutor had reddened, struggled to speak, and then ordered her to report to him at the end of the college day. She knew she was in trouble. What will Paula do? Will she turn up for her detention? Or run for home....?
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Guards pulled open the cage door, dragging one of the Drannans away from the others and out into the sunlit square, slamming the door behind them.
The prisoner stumbled, then recovered and stood with an attempt at dignity. The rough clothes and mud-covered skin could not disguise the fact that here was a young woman of some beauty.
One of the elders pushed forward and peered at her. He turned to Hald. ‘I know her! She is renowned throughout Dranna. She is Katl, wife of Callor!’
There was a murmur from the crowd. Callor was one of the sons of the chief of Dranna.
‘Well,’ proclaimed Hald, ‘It seems we have ourselves something of a prize!’ He frowned, and turned back to the cage. ‘I feel it unlikely that such an esteemed and beautiful member of your community would go hunting without the company of her husband….’
Hald stared at the three male Drannans. Two of them dropped their gaze to the floor, but one continued to stare proudly out across the square. ‘Him!’ cried Hald. ‘Can anyone identify him as Callor?’
A shriek from Katl produced the reply. Hald smiled hugely. ‘Two hours,’ he said to his people. ‘Then you will all get the satisfaction you seek.’
* * *
The time passed slowly, the sun edging almost imperceptibly across the sky. Eventually the Council of Elders emerged from the Meeting Hall. Hald spoke to the crowd gathered in the square.
‘It has been decided,’ he said. Gather here tomorrow morning and I promise you a spectacle you will never forget!’
The town of Pulla was stricken with rage and grief.
There had always been feuding with the settlement of Dranna across the river, but in recent months disputes had grown more violent, and now the most terrible thing had happened. A Drannan raiding party had burned crops on the outskirts of Pulla territory, drawing defending soldiers in that direction, and while the town had been virtually unprotected another group of attackers had approached from the opposite direction, herded women and children into a barn, and torched it. In one act, Dranna had lost a third of its women, and over half its children.
The streets were in turmoil. People of all ages roamed aimlessly by day and night, unable to come to terms with the outrage and loss. Soldiers had been despatched on the heels of those who had carried out the atrocity, but to no avail, by chance merely stumbling upon a Drannan hunting party, who had been captured and dragged back as poor substitutes for the real offenders.
The town’s elders attempted to deal with the uproar that confronted them. The four members of the enemy hunting party had been thrown into a cage that stood at one edge of the town square…and it was towards this that a huge enraged mob now moved. Torches and all manner of weapons were brandished by the town people, and it was clear from their cries that they wanted the deaths of these Drannans.
Hald, the town chief, stood with his elders in front of the cage, and lifted his arms.
‘People of Pulla’, he shouted. There was a slight lessening of the din in the crowd. ‘There has been the most heinous outrage against us. We all know that. But we must act with our minds and not our hearts in this most difficult of times. A way must be found of avenging our loss, and of preventing it ever happening again!’
The crowd’s attention began to settle on their chief’s words. He continued.
‘The simplest thing would be to kill these hunters now. But then what? No. We must grasp this opportunity that has been sent to us and turn it to our best advantage.’
Hald paused to let his words sink in. ‘I will discuss this with the Council of Elders now. In two hour’s time I will reveal our decision. Until that time…..go to your homes.’
At that moment one of the soldiers approached Hald and spoke quietly to him. Hald nodded and looked up at the cage containing the four dishevelled prisoners.
‘I see. I am told one of our captives is a woman. Bring her to me.’
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