Boobs on rails pt. 3
"Thank you for going with it, Steven.", Sarah says. "People like that does not always take no for an answer. Even with me hurting him... Well, some men even gets even more interested." Sarah keeps holding on to my arm with a delicate grip as she explains. "No problems at all, Sarah!", I ensure her. "My pleasure, really." I begin caressing her along her back in a comforting manner. "I hope you really are ok? You seem able to defend yourself readily, but still, he is not a very pleasant man at all, that one..." I continue to rub Sarah's back, slowly moving on towards caressing her along the side of her waist as well.
"Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. And I guess you have already gotten your reward for helping me. You have very nice lips, Steven." She puts a finger over my lips as she speaks. "Though, I'd wager you would rather get closer to me with your hands than with your lips?" I stop my hand's movements immediately. "What... what do you mean?" I'm thinking I might have overstept boundaries here, though Sarah does sound more amused than anything else.
"I'm sorry If I have made you uncomfortable, it was not my intent. I will... I do... respect you.", I blurt out in a rush. "Hush now, silly. It is I who have made YOU uncomfortable. Now as much as that time a few weeks ago, though in a somewhat different manner." She sounds amused but not mocking in any way, and I start to relax. "I may have been uncomfortable just now, but only because I thought I had made you uncomfortable. I'm glad to hear that is not the case.", I say thoughtfully. "And how about the last time we met? You looked like you might not know whether to climb out of your seat or look for a paper towel!" Now Sarah's voice does sound somewhat mocking, and even more amused. "I was not!", I exclaim. "I... I..." Sarah interrupts me; "Red faced, ragged breathing, eyes wide- I was afraid you were gonna pass out!" Now she even giggles and pokes me in my chest with a pointy finger. "Don't worry, mister. I like you, it's just... It's too much fun teasing, especially since I got these." She grabs her breasts through her coat and squeezes'. "Shall we walk as we continue talking? I'm freezing my tits off here." I stare in awe as she starts walking along the rail way, following the train man from a distance. "Have I died and came to heaven? What a woman!", I think to myself.
"Can that really happen?", I ask as I catch up. "Can what happen?", Sarah asks back. "Can they... do they... I mean, freezing your tits off?" Sarah does not answer.
One hour passes as we plow through snow and rough terrain on the side of the rail bed. Sometimes we hug the tree line, or even into the woods a bit. Sometimes we walk on the rail bed. The rail bed makes for easier walking, but the wind is howling and chills us to the bone, making the woods a welcome shelter as the wind increases.
The train man is keeping us company, but is not speaking, thankfully. Sarah tells me about her studies at college and I tell her of my work in sales. It turns out that we share a love for dogs and training them, and that we both love Korean as well as Vietnamese food. After almost one hour, our energy is getting low and with it our will to converse.
As we finally reach Greenville, the train man instructs us that the train station is another 10-15 minutes away, but that he has a friend living here in a somewhat other direction. "There is a bus leaving from the train station in 1 hour that you can take. The station is open 24/7, so you can get shelter there. Take these coupons. Good evening.", With that, the train man starts walking away, due west.
"Another hour until we are going home? Man, I can't believe it!", Sarah complains. After another few minutes of walking, we come across another man daring the weather. He is wearing what looks like a uniform of some sorts. "Excuse me.", I say, stopping the man. "Do you know if the train station- or bus station, is open?" The man stops and thinks for a moment. "Are you going there now?", he asks. "Yes, to take the 11.46 buss.", Sarah answers. "Then you are in for some more time in the cold, waiting. The station used to be open night time, but since we've had trouble with vandalism, it now closes at 10.30pm. I'm sorry, will you be ok?", the uniformed man asks. "Yes, no problem.", I answer at the same time as Sarah says; "I think so." The man nods to us, then continues on his way.
As he walks away, Sarah looks at me and says, "I have another idea. But, just so you know, this is not an invitation." Sarah looks at me until I look at her, then nods her head towards a sign that says Cheap Hotel Rooms. "I have had enough of this. I just want a bed and a warm shower.", she says with a voice full of longing. "Not a bad idea. I could use some warmth right about now myself.", I say.
Not one minute later we stand at the reception. "I am sorry, mam. We currently have only one room left, with one double bed, which cannot be separated into two." The woman working at the reception watches us, waiting. "Will you still take the room?", she asks. We look at each other. Sarah answers, "OK.", and turning towards me; "We will split the bill." I confirm, "Sure, that will do." Sarah looks at me with a steady gaze, "Just remember, NOT an invitation."
I am excited for the prospect of sharing a hotel room with a bombshell like Sarah, regardless of her insistence that I should not be expecting something. "For one, it may be possible that she changes her mind", I think optimistically, "especially since she does seem to enjoy the sexual attention. And, if not, I can probably catch some eye candy to warm my night."
As we enter our room I ask if she needs to use the bathroom and offers her to go first. She thanks me, throws her coat in an arm chair and goes straight in. She is back before long and I see her shivering and rubbing her arms. "Are you cold still? You could take a shower, though I'd not recommend it until you are no longer cold to the touch. It may hurt. Shall I hold you, warm you up?", I ask. This time completely without ulterior motives. I do feel bad for her, freezing and shivering like that. Sarah thinks for a second, then confirms, "Yes. Please." She turns and backs her way into my embrace. The problem is, I feel her round ass against my penis through my pants. At the same time, since her blouse is still not completely buttoned up, I enjoy the top-down view of her rounded hills below. I see goosebumps on her chest from the cold, including on the slope of her breasts where it meets the cradling black laced bra. I think of car engines the best I can to avoid getting a hard on. It seems to be working and we stand like this for a good 5 minutes or more without much words being exchanged.
After a while, Sarah speaks "Thanks for warming me. Do you wanna know something funny?" She waits for my answer. "Sure, what?", I ask. "OK, but you will totally think this is strange.", she says. "Well, let's find out?", I say, curious. "OK, so I think I will show you instead, you could consider it my reward for you helping me with that pervert, the train man. Here, can I have your hand?"
She takes my hand and guides it under the bottom of her blouse. "Another reward?", I question, but only silently in my head. "OK, so still not an invitation, but something fascinating, you will see." She places my hand on her tummy. It's warm and soft, but flat. I remind myself of the car engines, just to make sure. "Feel it?", she asks. "Feel what?" I answer, confused. "It's warm right? I am getting warm again.", she explains. "Yes, you do feel warm.", I answer, not sure where she is going with this. "Now, feel here...", she says, and places my hand over her cleavage where the pushed up curve of her breasts meets her chest, making it lay flat, or as flat as can be, across her upper boobs.
"Surely, if there was any doubt as to her intentions with this earlier, it should be clear now that she wants to fuck me.", I realize. Though, if this was a game, I would continue playing it, to whatever end. "Also, what if this is a test?", I think, naively.
Just as my penis hardens in an instant, poking Sarah's ass, she asks; "Can you feel it?" "Feel what?", I ask for the second time, hoarsely. She seems to be ignoring my pulsating rod downstairs. "Cold, right?", she continues. I realize that her boobs are actually cold to the touch. At least, in comparison to both her hands and her stomach. "You are right, what's that?", I ask. "It's the implants.", she answers. "They are not changing temperature at the same rate as the rest of my body. And, during winter, this sometimes happens. It is really annoying sometimes. So, I was not kidding about freezing my tits off earlier!", Sarah says, laughing. "No way?!", I exclaim. "Want me to warm them up for you?", I ask, high with arousal, head swirling with emotion, and my mandom pulsating, twitching. "Oh, I think you have had your second reward already, mister. Besides, we would not like for you to make a mess in your pants, seeing as you have no spare ones here, would we?"
Sarah steps away from my embrace, looks down at the tent in my pants and continues, "Maybe you need to lock yourself inside the bathroom for a while? To do something about that?" Sarah gestures towards my hard on. Then she jumps on top of the bed. "Meanwhile, I'll build a pillow-fence here in the middle of the bed. I can not risk that little worm making a surprise visit to my half of the bed tonight!"
I sigh and goes to the bathroom to make myself ready for the night. "The moment was there, but I lost it.", I think regretfully ...so much for games. I do not jerk off while at the bathroom, however. It may be torture to be this horny, and I fear the worst case of blue balls in history, but at the same time I treasure the arousement too much, and dear not risk it only for a simple jerk off, however needed.
As I settle down, clean up, and get out again, Sarah is just about to dive down between the sheets. She has changed out of her bra, which is laying on an arm chair next to her side of the bed. I read "32E" marked on it. She is, however, still wearing her blouse and panties, but nothing else. "What a porn star", I think to myself and stops in my track to stare at this goddess. As she climbs on top of the bed I am presented with her juicy bottom, framed by laced panties in black. The panties may be more of a thong, really, as the fabric is not covering much of her bottom as it disappears in between her full ass cheeks. When she moves quickly across the bed on all fours, I can see both her thighs and her ass jiggle and bounce. My hard on is back, instantly.
"Would I be able to get sleep at all this night?", I am thinking to myself. "Do I care?". As I had hoped, Sarah is offering some bulging cleavage up for view, as she turns over to sleep on her side after about 15 minutes. I get to enjoy her boobs pressed together and almost spilling out of her half buttoned blouse for a long while before she switches side again, and I drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I am awakened by a shower running. I glance towards the bathroom and sees the door being halfway open. I sit up with a jolt, suddenly completely awake. Hanging on the door knob is Sarah's panties. "Now, this surely looks like an invitation.", I think to myself.
End of part 3.
