Charles Richards: The hot swappers

"Alice Martin," she said breathlessly, the juices at her crotch surging anew. She squirmed a little, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to still the quaking that was starting to quiver through her loins. "What's your name?"

"Fernando Ortega," he said, picking up the two suitcases on the floor and placing them on top of the seat. "How long are you planning to go to the Instituto?"

He was standing directly in front of her, only inches separating their bodies in the narrow confines of the compartment, he was so close to her that she could smell the maleness of his freshly washed body. It had the spicy scent of lime soap. She wondered what it would be like to be possessed by this man, to have his body penetrating hers, to feel his hardness thrusting into her depths, bringing new passions to a boiling, white-hot heat deep within the exploding center of her loins. Her mind wandered about in its own fantasy as she looked blankly at Fernando standing so close that she could clearly see the throbbing vein at his neck.

"Are you traveling in this car too?" she asked, lamely trying to bring her thoughts together, trying to reject their erotic content, but failing. Again the picture formed of her body spread open and awaiting his caress, his penetration, and her fulfillment.

"Next compartment," he said as he wondered what his next move should be. "Looks like we have a lot of groovy traveling companions. The San Mateo Special, since that's where they all seem to be headed."

"Really, are they all artists?" Alice asked with some enthusiasm in her voice.

As Fernando started to answer, the train began to move, announced by the baleful wail of the D-flat tones of the distant whistle. He stepped back to balance himself, the back of his knee hitting the edge of the narrow seat behind him. At the same time, Alice, who was caught unaware, lurched forward, her hands reaching out to brace themselves against Fernando's chest. The expected support wasn't there and Alice felt herself plunging forward with no way to stop.

Grabbing Alice about the waist, Fernando tumbled backward, tripped by the seat at the back of his knees and Alice's weight hitting his chest. Throwing himself to the side, he pulled Alice with him, landing nearly full length on the seat with the young girl's nubile body on top of his own.

Fernando felt the soft crush of her breasts as they pressed into his chest. He fought the rising desire to mold them in his strong hands, feeling their fresh resilience. He could feel the hard points of her nipples as they spiked into the thin material of his shirt. Her head was turned to the side and her legs straddling one of his own. Her dress was hitched high over her hips, exposing the white firmness of her thighs. Fernando felt the wetness of her crotch through the light material of his pants, and his hands reached down to cup and mold the cheeks of her up thrust buttocks. She moaned, her breath hot against the side of his neck.

The train was moving rapidly now, and Fernando turned Alice over so that she was lying full length on the seat. Standing, he pulled down the green window shade, muting the light in the small compartment and giving it a sense of privacy.

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Fernando pulled it over his head and tossed it on top of the suitcases. Kicking off his loafers, he sat down on the seat next to Alice and started to take her in his arms.

"The door," she said, her eyes closed. "Lock the door."

Fernando rose and slid the bolt in place, and then returned to the seat next to Alice. Her eyes were still closed, her hands laying folded across her stomach and her ankles crossed. Sitting down beside her, Fernando ran his strong hands up her sides, over her arms, and finally across her shoulders. He lifted her, leaning forward, his lips seeking hers. They came together, fused, and became one.

Alice's lips opened instinctively, her tongue snaking out to flick temptingly at Fernando's lingual probe. Her hands unclasped and circled his waist, and then slid slowly up his bare back, feeling the hardness of him, the molded contours of his muscles. She hoped he would be gentle, but it wouldn't matter much if he weren't – she had made up her mind to give herself to this man, a perfect stranger, but the living representation of the type of person she had always dreamed about.

Fernando's hands gripped her across the back tightly, and he slipped one hand upward to tug at the metal tab of the zipper that ran down the back of her simple dress. He pulled and the rasping sound announced its parting. He tugged the material and, with Alice helping, slid the short sleeves of her dress off her arms. Looking over her now bared shoulder, Fernando unsnapped the thin bra and pulled it off and down her arms, freeing her breasts.

Trying to suppress her momentary feeling of embarrassment, Alice snuggled closely against Fernando's chest, crushing her newly exposed breasts tightly to his skin, feeling the tingling sensations of his nakedness against her own. Her arms again circled his neck, her hands feeling the strength of his shoulders and back, stroking and kneading him, and drawing her body closer to his in an effort to become one, a single entity.

Fernando let his hands roam freely up and down the curve of Alice's back, experiencing the soft firmness of her skin, the resilience of her youthful body as it squirmed beneath his in the first spasms of the coital thrusts that would come later. Laying on his side, Fernando stretched out beside her and let his hands push at the gathered material of her dress which was bunched tightly around her waist. Her rounded belly heaved and contracted with his touch and he sensed the great need that made Alice's movements almost involuntary. As he pushed steadily at the dress, Alice lifted her hips, arching her body off the seat and allowing Fernando to shove the dress down her legs.

Sinking back to the softness of the cushioned seat, Alice kicked the dress free, and then, almost as an afterthought, pushed off her shoes. The thought of making love with her shoes on struck her as ridiculously funny, and she smiled as she heard them thud on the floor of the compartment.

The draft from the air conditioning made goose bumps up and down her legs and she pressed them together, flexing the muscles of her thighs so that the slit of her crotch compressed and excited her loins. Tingling vibrations roamed at random over her near-nude body following the path of Fernando's hands as they explored her flesh and brought new and more intense sensations to her being.

Slipping his hand into the elastic waistband of Alice's thin panties, Fernando forced the nearly transparent material down, exposing her lower belly until the wispy curls of her pubic bush were peeking over the edge of the fabric invitingly. Again Alice arched her body, allowing Fernando to slip the panties down her legs. She kicked them free, letting them fall to the floor of the compartment to join the other debris of their eager coupling.

Quickly tearing himself away from the lushness of Alice's young and vibrant flesh, Fernando stood up in the narrow aisle and as rapidly as his shaking fingers would allow, unbuckled his belt, slid down the zipper of his pants, and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of only one leg before kicking the corded material away from him and into the pile of Alice's clothing. His cock, red-tipped and throbbing with hot energy, sprang from the confinement of his clothing and waved wildly in the air in front of him. Looking down as he pulled off his socks, Fernando saw that Alice had opened her eyes and was gazing rapturously at his vermillion-headed cock. When she saw him looking at her, Alice, blushing pink, turned her face to the back cushion.

Kneeling at the side of the seat, Fernando leaned over her and started kissing her cheek, eyes, ears, and neck, letting his tongue slide over her skin. His cock was pressed hard against the front of the seat, but he ignored the discomfort. His two hands roved over her lushness, feeling the resilience of her skin, the heat of her desire. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed them hard, letting his finger press and stroke the distended nipples until they were swollen.