The night sky falls. Out of the large picture window of the train, the sun disappears behind the Alps. The train rushes on, quietly. The train cabin is filled with a soft, warm glow. I sit watching you, your mind lost in thought. I kneel in front of you, taking your hand into mine. Slowly, I kiss your wrist, the palm of your hand, and each delicate finger. Opening my mouth, I take each finger in and suck. I gaze at you, your eyes closed, mouth slightly opened. My right hand reaches for your neck, caressing it tenderly. I feel your hair against my hand as I massage the nape of your neck. My tongue rolls over your fingers, licking and sucking them hungrily. As my warm, wet mouth envelopes your fingers, my hand traces the outline of your breasts. I watch as you arch your back, moaning softly. I unbutton your blouse, exposing you, your silky skin, your swollen nipples.
My strong hands cup your breasts, rubbing the underside of your beautiful flesh. Inching up, my fingers circle your nipples, grazing them softly. I watch as your nipples grow under my touch. The palm of my hand rubs the tips very softly. You moan louder, a rush of excitement filling your body. As my left hand caresses your nipples, my right hand moves up your thigh, pushing your skirt up. My hand moves across your bare thigh to your silky black panties. You feel the tip of my finger pushing softly between your lips. Your hips grind as my finger presses firmly, from your hole, up through your lips, and up to your clit. You feel the warmth of my breath against your skin, so close! The tip of my tongue snakes up your thigh, to the edge of your now moist panties. My hands move down, cupping your bottom. Sliding my tongue inside your panties, it glides along your swollen lips.