after a few minutes, i wanted to suck his cock. he said he’d be good to go again in a minute (THIS is why i had wanted to fuck a man in his 20s!) but we both agreed it was probably a good idea to leave the dressing room, so as not to raise suspicion with other passengers or god forbid, that dictator conductor. hard. but he had been separated from his wife for a year (she cheated on him) and was alternating between asking me why his wife didn’t love him and half-joking about asking an old couple if they could spare their sleeper for an hour. “sorry,” he said, and he was a good boy who took good direction. and i was not disappointed. we went to one of the train cars in the back, found two empty seats and put my jacket over our laps so billy could finger me under my dress. “gently,” i whispered to him. “gently,” i whispered to him.
