Dressing Room in Car 0615

"Shame on you!" she laughed, ever the realist. "Perhaps you need something more picturesque on this train. There are no windows in this petite room." She made "petite" sound so sexy, Jack thought, as she pronounced the word through pouting lips. Her words sounded musical.

"I will give you something to watch, monsieur Jacques" she stage-whispered. And with that, she began to pull her sweatshirt up. Jack reached forward, the sights and sounds (her version francais of his name) psychologically sending him through the roof.

"No," and it sounded like "non" from her, "you will watch!"

The sweatshirt continued to move up slowly, riveting Jack's eyes to her midriff. Swaying with the train's motion, Marie's action captured his attention. Had he watched in the mirror behind her, he could not have missed Hans' lips roaming Katherine's chest, torn between which nipple to pleasure first. He should have seen the German woman's head tossed back, as she felt the joy of giving him this taste. He should have seen the fire in her eyes, as she imagined herself so sexually powerful that tonight she would erase any memory of that Elisabeth or any others from Hans' mind.

Marie gracefully tossed the sweatshirt aside, and stood before Jack in her purple satin bra and her jeans. The shimmering covering curved around her breasts, emphasizing their shape. He gulped.

"You look like you're in a jeans ad," he murmured admiringly.

"Merci," Marie blushed. She was determined to hold Jack's attention, but this situation was a new sensation for her, too. Half-turning, like a model, she let him enjoy her curves. She was not as big as Katherine, but saw from Jack's face that he was pleased with her appearance.

Jack embraced her as she leaned against the counter, the counter which she had fortunately covered with a blanket. Then she gently pushed him away.

"And now, for a different kind of publicite'," she intoned in a tv commentator voice. She unzipped her pants, and pushed them down over her hips. They dropped to the floor; Jack helped her out of them, holding her against the rocking and rolling of the Superliner. Then he stepped back to admire her feminine glory.

Marie's high-cut purple satin panties set off her legs and delineated her curves all at once. Jack sucked in his breath and thought to himself that she had chosen perfectly. He didn't know now why he had expected lace; this woman was bold, her clothing streamlined, exciting. The soft material showed her nipples and it clung comfortably to her mount of Venus, retaining her femininity.

Hans looked up for a moment as he kissed along Katherine's shoulder, and caught Marie's multiplied reflection in the mirrors. So different, he thought, and just as beautiful. Katherine's warmth in his lap commanded action on his part, as did her warm breasts pressed against his chest. But he enjoyed the dramatic purple-draped curves of the Frenchwoman.

He shifted slightly and Katherine rose, swinging her bosom before his eyes, effortlessly taking his attention away from Marie. She leaned over and pulled his shirt off, then his undershirt.

"Hans," she said in German, "one long kiss before the mirror. I want to remember this time with you in every way." She took his hand, and they embraced topless in front of the tall mirror. She felt a tingle go through her body, from his hands slipping across her bare back. He held her closely, so that in the mirror their tanned bodies seemed to merge. Then she pulled slowly away, letting her firm breasts resume their eye-catching shape.

When Hans had not noticed her at home in Zehlendorf, there had been little to show off. Later, she knew that other girls had begun to resent her blooming figure. Her saucily upturned breasts were made for the braless style, she knew that, too. And now, she gloated to herself, Hans knew it as well.

He embraced her again, and their kisses returned to the deep passion which had enveloped them in the vestibule. In their close embrace, she slipped her hand to his waist, found his zipper, and ran it down, her hand following excitedly. She felt him flex involuntarily from the thrill.

"You are a wild animal, waiting for feeding time," she murmured in his ear. She felt him flex again, stronger, as she knelt to take down his jeans and underpants in one move. Freed from its cotton bonds, his penis swung forward and upward, trailing a shiny string of his excitement. He looked down over it at her, and saw her lips moving toward his legs.

Hans closed his eyes and drank in the feeling of her lips moving up his thighs, sensing where she was headed. Katherine glanced up at him, and then slipped between his legs, enjoying the man-feel of the hair on his legs curling along the side of her bosom. Her kisses moved closer and closer to his wantonly rolling balls. Someone watching might have asked, "who exactly was the hungry one?"

This time it was Marie's turn to be caught looking over her partner's shoulder. As Jack quickly undressed, she saw Katherine's actions, and then a glimpse of Hans' staff straightening rock hard, readying him for the approaching pleasure.

"DAMN!" Pants half off, Jack tumbled to the floor as the train hit a switch. In the instant before Hans and Katherine looked up, Marie saw Katherine's hands gently cupping Hans' sacs for her kisses. Marie knelt, and helped her man to his feet.

"Where does it hurt? Let me kiss it!" she gently teased. Jack looked with embarrassment back at Hans and Katherine, and then turned back to Marie when he realized where Katherine's hands were and that they might think that he was staring.

Marie came to him, embraced him, and he lost himself in her kiss. The pain faded as his hands found the clasp on her bra. He looked down at her curves leading into its shimmering hold.

"This is sooooo pretty," he started to say.

"Then I could leave it on," Marie laughed.

"No, uh..." Jack started to object and then realized her tease. Practice with Maribeth had helped him with the next part, he mused, as he smoothly unclasped the bra and swept his hand over her back, feeling the flow of her muscles embracing him. Marie pulled away, and he enjoyed the slow motion as her bra yielded its precious contents and fell to the blanketed counter.

Turning sideways, they, too enjoyed a mirror look in their last coverings. Jack's cotton-clad excitement pressing into Marie's hot purple satin; her breasts warm circles against his; gently swaying against each other's sensitive skin. His hands moved to her waistband, stretching it around her hips, and then slipping it down her legs. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, as she stepped out of them.

The last obstacle gone, his kisses followed, moving freely into her sweet triangle. He found her moistness exciting, but somehow remembered to restrain the urge to rush. Instead, his tongue worked along her open folds as her scent enveloped him. Coyly he slipped closer and closer to the tantalizing magic of her hot vagina.

To be continued.