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Pillow Talk #6: Amy and Ian by Delores Swallows

(Published by Excessica in Pillow Talk: The Collection)

“Amy, are you asleep?”

“I was almost asleep.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“I just remembered something, but I can tell you another time.” Ian was beginning to regret starting such a trivial conversation at this hour

Amy pulled herself up a little and turned her light on. “Yeah, like I could get back to sleep now. What was it you remembered?”

He smiled. “Someone flashed their stocking-tops at me on the train today.”

Amy glared. “You woke me up to tell me that?”

“I didn’t actually wake you up. If you’d been asleep, you wouldn’t have heard my asking if you were asleep.”

Amy continued to glare at him. Then her expression softened a little. “What makes you think she was flashing her stocking-tops at you?”

“I didn’t say it was a she.”

The glare returned. “You woke me up to tell me about a drag queen?”

“No. Okay, it was a woman.”

Amy shook her head. “So I ask again, what makes you think she was flashing them to you?”

“Because it was obvious. And besides, I was the only one who could see.”

“Right. Now I’m confused, but fully awake. Thanks for that! Start at the beginning, and tell me what happened.”

“I was on the train, reading my paper. I was in one of those carriages where there are sets of seats facing each other, either side of a table. She got on the train a few stations later. She took the seat facing the same way as me, but on the other side of the aisle.”

“Were there other passengers in the carriage?”

“Yes, lots. There was another guy sitting opposite her, but nobody else was at my table.”

“What was she like?”

“Good looking and well dressed. Long auburn hair and brown eyes. Smart suit, silk blouse, leather shoes with a
heel, and black nylons. Looked like she could have come straight from an interview.”

“And she just flashed you?”

“Not then. But every time she reached over to get something from the bag on the seat next to her, her skirt rode up her leg. I tried reading my paper but kept getting distracted by it.”

“Distracted how?”

Ian shrugged. “I guess I kept looking.”

“There are names for people like you.”

“What was I supposed to do? Anyway, one time her skirt rode up so much I could see she was wearing stockings, attached to a suspender belt.”

“Were you turned on?”

“I was more embarrassed than aroused.”

“Why?” Amy stroked his arm. “Come on, be honest. You can tell me. If I’d been sitting opposite a fit guy and he’d
exposed a bit of his six-pack when he leaned back, I’d have been turned on.” Amy’s hand slid down and stroked his stomach.

“I guess I was a little turned on.”

“Did you get a hard-on?” Her hand moved down a little further.

“No, course not.”

“But you’re getting one now.”

“That’s because you’re rubbing my cock.”

“Mmm. So what made you think she was flashing, and not just oblivious to your roving eye?”

“She left her skirt up for a couple of minutes, and then she just undid the suspender belt and rolled the stocking down a couple of inches. Then she looked over and smiled at me, and took her time to straighten them, pull them back up and re-fasten the clip.”

“Why do you think she did it?”

“No idea.”

“Do you think she was hoping you’d make a pass at her?”

“No. We were on a busy train.”

Amy slid on top of him and guided his cock inside her. “That may have been part of the fun for her.”

Ian didn’t answer, a little surprised that she was so wet already. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on her hips, moving her on him.

Amy kissed his neck. “Why didn’t you suggest you both try to find a quieter carriage, or the loo?”

Ian opened his eyes and looked at her. “I think if I’d done that, me and you would now be talking to each other through divorce lawyers.”

Amy smiled. “I don’t think so. Not if it was just a lust-fuck with a stranger on a train.”

“I wish I’d known that a few hours ago.”

Amy laughed and whispered in his ear. “Maybe I could dig out one of my suspender belts for you one night.”

“I’d like that.”

“Mmm. Me too. I’ll wear a black one with black stockings and high heels, and I’ll keep them on while you fuck me. But when you get close I want you to push your cock down the top of my stocking so I can feel you come on my thigh, and see your cum oozing out through the mesh of the nylon.”

There was no more talk. Ian gripped her backside and pulled her down onto him, pushing his hips off the bed to go as deep as he could. He came hard, and she came just a few seconds later, her contractions milking every last drop from him.

It was several minutes before she rolled off him and lay on her own side of the bed. “I’m glad you woke me up, now.”

“Me too. Although as I pointed out earlier, I didn’t actually wake you up.”

Amy lay on her side to look at him. “I think maybe I should take a trip on a train, and flash at other passengers to see what sort of response I get.”

Ian faced her. “That’d be interesting. Would you tell me what sort of response you got?”

“Of course. Better still, you could come with me and sit further down the carriage. Then you could see for yourself.”

“Yeah, I could do that. What would you wear?”

“Stockings and suspenders seem to do the trick with you. Or maybe I could have just bare legs, and no knickers.”

Ian smiled. “How about stockings and suspenders with no knickers?”

Amy nodded. “Yes, I think that would
work well. And obviously I’ll have to wear high heels.”

“Obviously. How would you flash?”

Amy stroked Ian’s flaccid cock and looked thoughtful. “I’d sit somewhere so that there was a guy in a position
to get a good view. Maybe the train has the same set-up as yours with tables, or it could be one of those with bench seats facing each other with no tables. Or it could be on the tube, where there are seats facing each other from either side of the carriage. A tube would be sexier, actually. Underground, false lighting, crowded carriages… ”

Ian nodded. “Yeah, a tube would be better.”

“Then when I’m in position, you can sit on the same side of the carriage so you can see my legs, but also see the guy’s face as he watches me. I’ll get a magazine and pretend to read it. While I’m reading I’ll cross my legs and raise my knees up a little. Then I’ll rub my calves together, taking the top knee up so that my skirt rides up my thighs.”

Ian’s cock began to swell in her hand, but it was nothing like a full erection. She pulled him on top of her
and rubbed his cock against her outer lips. “Feed it inside me.”

Ian obliged. “I won’t be able to come again this soon.”

Amy smiled. “I know, but I will.”

Ian pushed his pelvic bone against her clit.

“After I’ve given him a few flashes of my stocking-tops, I uncross my legs and put both feet on the floor next to
each other. Then I let my knees part, very slowly. I know he’s looking, and I raise one leg up and pretend to scratch the side of my calf. He now has a perfect view of my cunt.”

Ian pulled his head back, a little surprised. “I can’t remember you using that word before.”

Amy’s eyes were closed, and she was rocking herself against him. “He can see my cunt, and he can see that I’m really wet. My lips are glistening from my excitement. He can’t tear his eyes away. Slowly I put my leg back down and look up from my magazine. When he looks at my face I smile at him. He takes out a pen and scribbles something onto his newspaper. Then he rips the corner off and stands up. Before he heads for the end of the carriage he drops the note onto my lap.”

Ian moved against her with a slow rocking motion. “What does the note say?”

“I read it, then stand up and walk down the carriage, dropping the note on your knee. It says ‘I’ll be in the toilet. Join me.’”

“Are you asking my permission to join him?”

“Of course not. By the time you’ve finished reading the note I’ll be out of the carriage.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Having a lust-fuck with a stranger on a train. We don’t speak to each other. He pushes me against the wall and lifts my skirt. I put one foot onto the side of the toilet. He opens his trousers and takes his dick out. He’s already rock hard and he rams it straight into me. I moan and grit my teeth. I push back to meet each thrust. He’s rough, and he bangs me hard. I come very quickly. I scratch his neck and pull his hair. By now I’m grunting. I tell him to come. I urge him to shoot his cum inside me. I tell him to flood my cunt. And he does. I can feel him pulsing time and again, and I know he’s firing more and more of his spunk into me.”

Ian stared open-mouthed, but didn’t interrupt.

“I come again. I’m screaming, pulling him into me, getting as much of his cock as I can… ”

Amy was suddenly bucking wildly beneath him, and Ian reached down and pushed a finger up her backside. Amy screamed out and scratched his back as she came. Ian banged into her, but although his cock was now relatively hard he couldn’t orgasm.

Amy finally grew silent, but she kept moving herself against him slowly. After a few more seconds she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

Ian was almost lost for words. “Wow.”

Amy eased him off her and they lay in silence for over a minute.

He was the first to speak. “Was he good looking?”

Amy scrunched up her face a little. “Not particularly. But I don’t mind. I won’t ever see him again.”

“You won’t be catching that train again?”

“No. But there are a lot of other trains.”


About Delores Swallows

Delores SwallowsDelores Swallows has many dirty thoughts, and during his free time he writes them down in the form of stories. Born and bred in the northwest of England, he has a commoner’s accent and a bit of a crush on his future queen (Kate, not Camilla!).

His stories often feature petite brunettes, high-heeled shoes and voyeurism. He claims he didn’t realise these were obsessions until someone pointed out how often they appear in his work.

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