Gaselle

"It's a clear tactic. I like it."

"You little double-dealer!" I grinned at her, as I kept stroking her wet pussy. "You're the one who's saying this and you're the one who had destroyed it with your first sentence."

"With what? With saying hello?"

"No, you silly," I laughed. "When you told me that I was looking at you."

"It would have been hard not to figure out," she laughed out. "Though maybe because I wanted you to stare me."

"Really?" I wondered.

"Of course, you silly," she stroke back for the latter one, and caressed my cheek to breathe a kiss on my lips after. "Why do you think I came here half an hour after departure?"

"Well..."

"You've already grabbed my attention in Budapest, when I've seen you at the pay-desk. I also turned after you when you went by and I was a little sad when you didn't do the same. I thought you smiled back at me only because of good manners and you wouldn't be interested in me as a woman... That's why I sat somewhere else but I couldn't bear it after half an hour and I thought I would find you."

"Then why did you sit in front of me and look blankly after into nothing?"

"I... I was shy, okay? I didn't know how to make a move towards you. I thought you wouldn't be interested in me and... I'll say it out loud: I was afraid that you would reject me. But don't tell this anyone, because the girls would laugh at me!"

"Those girls who don't finger too well?"

For a moment she flushed, and after as if it was only a little nothingness she replied: "Yes."

"What kind of girls are they really?" I went of before she could start to speak about something else. "You know about me that I like long legs and girls wearing training shoes and I like to make the first move..."

"And that you finger pretty well," she interrupted me, grinning.

"Yeah, that too... But I know nothing about you. Only that that you had already have business with other girls."

"Well, in my case that would have been hard not to happen."

"That's what I'm exactly curious about," I smiled and I pushed the peak of my finger a littler deeper into her, which made her moan. "When you first mentioned the girls you know, I felt that you have not an ordinary relationship."

"Well... I..." Now she became unsure. Maybe I'm a little sadistic but I enjoyed that now I was the one who made her self-conscious. But as if she was reading in my mind she went on straight-forward. "You are a very clever and educated girl. I'm sure you have a nice family with rich parents and a future before you which is encouraging."

"Not exactly," I confessed. "But how is this relevant?"

"I only don't want you to be ashamed of me," she went silent and I saw her flush. "I don't want you to push me away in disgust either. I bear if I'm rejected, but I... I don't want to lose you because of this."

"Come on!" I laughed. "I don't even know you yet. By the way I can't imagine what could you say which would make me turn away from you in disgust."

After a moment of tensed silence she took a deep breath and blurted out.

"I work in a striptease bar." A moment of silence came over us. "Hey! Don't you say anything?"

"What should I say?" I frowned.

"Doesn't it disturb you? I mean..."

"Why would it disturb me? It would be a waste to hide this amazing body."

She smiled and looked at me gracefully.

"Thank you," she whispered silently. What the hell! Not only 'Thanks.'? This means progress.

"And what about the other girls?"

"The other girls in the bar. And you know... this is not only a simple striptease bar... And not only men come in, so..."

"You don't have to go on," I smiled. "I see. But you don't have to be ashamed. If you enjoy what you do..."

"Yep, I enjoy it," she nodded.

"And then? Why should you be ashamed of it?"

The smile grew wide on her face again, and she leaned closer and kissed me.

"You're a wonderful girl. If you are in the neighborhood, visit us! I'm pleased to have you there."

She leaned towards the seat in front of us, but she would never moved away from my lap nor let me pull my hand out of her panties. She hunted out a little note from her bag and a pen, she wrote the address on it fast and she creased it into the pocket of my coat.

"Thanks," I said now. "But really. What do you do here?... Don't get me wrong, but from your kind... not if it was anything bad about what you do... so I can hardly imagine you out of Budapest... And I don't suppose about you that you dance to the drunken peasants in some faraway dive."

"Oh no!" She laughed. "It's a really cultured and nice place. Come and take a look at it!... But you don't really think that just because I work in Budapest, wheresoever I, that would mean that I lived there? For is this the case with you, isn't it?"

I became a little self-conscious. This was a question that I wouldn't be pleased to answer. For how would I tell her that I was about to travel down to my boyfriend for the weekend? There was nothing bad about this of course, because there was nothing going on between us, and Zoli would might listen to this story with pleasure if we had time for it. Opposite to Erik, we had many common activities. And we had just got to know each other with this girl. But still. If my hand was rummaging in her pussy now... I didn't think it would be a good idea to talk about him. But she didn't expect me to.

"I'm going home for the weekend," she told me. "But I'm glad you reminded me. I have to get off soon."

"Here?" I marveled. I only now realized that the train slowed down, but I didn't see anything except the woody landscape with clearings and pylons and things like that.

"Don't be so surprised!" she laughed, while she was standing up, my disappointed expression for I had to pull my hand from her panties made her more cheertful. "I'm not coming here. I just have to change to another train, and the connection is the best here."

"Can't you stay for a little while?" I stood up and wrapped my hands around her to pull her to me. She laughed silently and breathed a kiss on my lips.

"I can't. I have to get off... But we're going to see each other, aren't we?"

"Under any circumstances. I visit you as fast as I can," I took a look at the direction of my pocket where the note with the address she creased into it lay.

"Alright," she smiled happily. "I'll tell them to let you in free of charge... If you tell me what's your name."

"This is a way no one had asked my name before," I laughed and I hunted her pen from her bag fast out to grab her wrist and to write my name on her skin.

"So this is your name?" She looked at it. "Brigi?"

"B to my friends," I shrugged, making her laugh.

"I like it."

"And what's yours?"

"It's funny that you had compared me with gazelles latter," she chuckled. "Because this is exactly my stage-name."

"Gazelle?"

"Yep."

"And I like this," I smiled and in response she kissed my lips softly again. "And then I would be the Lioness to you." This made her laugh too.

"And my real name is..."

"Sssh!" I put my index finger on her lips to silence her. "Not important... Gazelle. This name suits perfectly to you. And else is not important."

We exchanged a hot kiss and while the train stopped with a creak, and she whispered her real name into my ears.

"Wait!" I grabbed her wrist. I wrote my phone number there fast, too with her pen that I kept straitened in my hand still, and I gave it to her finally too.

"Call me!"

She smiled at the numbers written on her wrist and she gave me an even wider grin and fast she rushed away with a smile on her face.

I sat back on my seat next to the window and sighed contentedly. I raised my fingers to my nose, which were in her pussy only a few minutes ago, to inhale the scent of it and to lick it from them. Its taste filled my mouth. For a moment I imagined as she lays naked before me with my face between her legs and I'm not only constrained to lick her fluids from my fingers but it trickles right into my mouth.

The idea of it made me shiver. I opened my eyes and looked out of the window and hoped to have the chance to see her again, however, hopefully not for the last time. I wasn't disappointed. She got off from a few inch away from our coupé. She glanced back and when she saw that I was watching her she waved to me with a smile, and after that she walked towards an abandoned, rusty train stop. I couldn't even imagine what kind of connection could be here or why even a single train stops here. But one thing was sure. The area was abandoned. Not a single soul near and far. Only the railway and a dirt road were next to it, which wimpled into the forest, maybe towards the next village. It was only wide enough to a car on it. Ideal place for a secret tryst. And if you were about to ensconce into the empty building that had no doors or windows, you're not even seen from the windows of the train.

The picture changed in my mind. Gazelle was not laying before me on a bed, but she was standing in that building, leaning her back to the wall. From the empty window-frame the sunlight shone on her body, licking it. I shivered at the thought of the scene and I felt as my pussy started throbbing pleading for satisfaction. I glanced towards Gazelle again, who was in halfway between the train stop and the train. She might plans to sit on the rusty bench to wait for her connection.

Then an idea occurred to me. I looked up at the half-rusty board, which hung on the train stop and I tried to figure out the name of the village. Now I was pleased of my watchfulness that I had checked every single stop where the train was about to arrive to. Though I thought then that it was beside the point which unpronounceable named village would it enter to. But now the name was familiar to me and I realized that wasn't that far away from my destination either. If there was no other option than I would walk to there but I couldn't miss this opportunity.

I quickly grabbed my package and started to rush. I just got off of the train when it started to move with a whistle. But I wasn't paying attention to that, I was running after Gazelle like if I was out of my mind. Though I didn't know why I was running. Where would she go? She would be here until another train arrives. But I couldn't wait, only run towards the slowly pacing figure of her. And she as if sensed again what I was thinking of even now when I should have been on the train, stopped and slowly glanced behind. Her look was curious, inquiring. As if she heard her name shouted by someone and now she turned towards its direction to discover who called her. I might really shouted her name but desire took control of me so much that I didn't even realize.

I saw the delightful sparkling in her eyes shimmering again, but I gave no time for her to even smile. She was only a few inches away from the door of the building of the railway stop so while still running I pulled her into the place through the slump scraps laying all over the floor, and pushed her to the back wall. I straitened her wrists to the wall and looked down at her cheerfully smiling face and into her dim-blue eyes that glittered excitedly. Her lips were calling me like a song of a siren. I couldn't resist and as the empty place was still filled by the electric whistle of the train, I kissed her passionately.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrists as I strained her arms to the wall, while our lips danced wildly. I felt like a highwayman who pushes to the wall his victim who is less stronger than himself and seeing that she was such a seductive creature, he demands not only her many but her body as well. However, Gazelle wasn't protesting. On the contrary, she kissed me back heavily, as I was the one who sensed what was going on in the other's mind, I suddenly knew that she had though of a similar idea and she enjoyed it. She gives herself totally to the will of the highwayman, if that is me.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth demandingly to wander around every little part of it and to dance with her tongue in there. Afterwards the scene of the tango was replaced into my mouth to dance its way to and fro for dozens of times.

I was not only straitening her to the wall of this building now we were really here. Oblivious to everything, to the whole world except us. We only were kissing each other and nothing else mattered. And I decided to complete the whole dream-scene if we had this already.

I let her wrists go and I stroked her leather jacket feeling her round breasts under it, and I snapped the button of her jeans out again, pulled her panties down but I was not driving my fingers inside her opening pussylips at this time, rather I kneeled before her, not paying attention to the dirt around us, I opened the slot on her jeans and I pushed my tongue inside her hot cup.

Gazelle moaned softly and she dig her freed hand in my hair, guiding me between her legs. She still repressed the sound of her pleasure, though the train was far away now and not a single soul was in this faraway place to hear her. You can scream as loud as you can, my darling gazelle, but I, your lioness, am going to eat you alive right here.

My tongue penetrated deep into her pussy. I licked her bursting forth wetness, which, making my dream that I had dreamt only a few minutes ago in that coupé came true, filled my mouth. I pleasured here until her body tensed again. She didn't repress herself now. Her fingers grabbed into my hair and she shouted her bliss loudly at the world that it made even the rusty building tremble.

"It's not fair," she panted when I stood up next to her to kiss her and to stick her juices that covered my mouth onto hers. "You make me cum two times and I hadn't given you anything yet."

"Oh, you had, my sweet Gazelle," I whispered. "The fact that I can hold you here in my arms is fairly enough for me," I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her vehemently.

"Thank you, my Lioness," she laughed out, starting to play this name-game. "You finally dragged me inside your cave," she looked around in the room that really seemed like it was a cave. "Are you going to eat me alive now?"

"If you're not careful...," I threatened her playfully, which made her laugh delightfully.

"When will your train arrive?"

"In about half an hour," she answered. "But it will possibly arrive later."

"That's good to know."

Her usual cheerfulness stood out as she laughed in a tinkling voice.

"But one thing's for sure," she pushed me to the wall now. "I have plenty of time to give you back the pleasure."

She grabbed my breasts through my coat and she pressed her groin to mine. Inside my panties was a heat rampaging like as if in an inferno. It didn't matter that two panties and at least one pair of jeans parted us, it was like as if her naked pussy was sticking to mine.

I read once about that the people of the ancient Greece, who are famous all over the world about their erotic artworks, made a statue of a goddess whose naked pussy was made as an open widened mouth with sharp teeth ready to bite. Gazelle was lucky that I wasn't carved from a material like the goddess was, and I wasn't thinking of the marble now, because if I was, I would really eat her alive with my mouth or with my pussylips that were opening even heavier now.

She opened the button of my jeans with a skillfulness of a witch to make way to her petite hand through my soaking wet panties, where she made an orgy as wild that my delightful screams might caught up with the train that had passed by long ago.

"Wow! You cum so fast."

"Are you surprised?" I smiled at her. "After that the sight of you made me excited and you sat in my lap, kissed me, I fingered you and now ate you out... I only needed a final push."

"You got that," she grinned. "But let's make it equal then!"

She didn't gave me any time to react. She bent her head down while she pulled my jeans with my panties down to my knees, to drive her tongue into my half-conscious pussy just the way I had done to her.

It was like as if the little knives of a blender were whirling inside me. Not that I had ever experienced it before, but I don't know a better metaphor. She licked my pussy wildly, while she was grabbing my thighs. She wasn't a gazelle now, she was a real predator.

I smiled at this picture. It's one thing that, symbolically of course, the lion eats the gazelle out, but it typifies the situation even better that now a lioness lets a gazelle's hot tongue inside her throbbing slot. And I shouted out in my joy that in my ears it sounded like it was the roar of the king (or the queen?) of the savannahs, indeed.

But if I'm talking about animals, she was rather like those echidnas, which sniffs the little insects in with their long tongues. And she was not sniffing little insects in, she was pampering me. Like a real pro or like an artist. She caressed the insides of my throbbing pussy with her tongue, gently, pushing me to the edge of my orgasm as long as she could. Finally then, when I couldn't stand it any longer she stroked my clit with her tongue and I screamed again in bliss.

"You're killing me, girl," I collapsed on the floor. "You shouldn't be called Gazelle rather Long Tongue."

"Long Tongue?" she sat by me. "It's like a name of an Indian."

"Chief Long Tongue?" I laughed.

"I'm happy with Gazelle," she kissed me. "My Lioness."

I smiled at her joyfully as I was relaxing gaspingly after the two orgasms. I couldn't even imagine how she had the strength to eat me out after these. Though I had experienced much more orgasm during sex but this excitement, this rush... tired me out completely, however, it electrified me as well.

"You have no reason to complain either," I told to her.

"Hm?"

"You said that I was eating you like no one had done to you before. You have no reason to complain."

"I'm not arguing," she shrugged. "But I can't eat myself out."

"I'm more than pleased to help you with that."

She laughed cheerfully again, which made me grab the zipper of her leather jacket and pulled it down slowly. She stopped laughing and looked deeply into my eyes, but I was only looking at the ribbed top that was appearing from under her jacket. And then her not too big but still maddeningly seductive breasts extruded.

"You like them?" She asked again, like if it was a habit of hers.

"They're beautiful," I whispered. "Though they're not too big, but maybe that's why they are so maddeningly beautiful."

"You said that something could be big and imposing or round and soft and possibly small which would make it nice."

"It's good that you listen," I laughed and I drove my hand under her jacket making her top the only thing that parted us when I pulled her to me to kiss her."

"To your words, always."

"I'd like to see them," I glanced at her breasts again.

"Then go on!"

With a quick movement she dropped her jacket off of herself, while I pulled her top up to her neck. Her uncovered breasts were even more beautiful than under the cover of her top. I don't know who said that it was more seductive if you didn't see the substance, only just guessed about it from the shadows or the clothes that hided so little. I usually agreed with them, but they sure never met Gazelle. Because she, however much layer you peel off of her, becomes more and more beautiful.

I wasn't able to stop. I needed to lean on these maddeningly seductive swells, to suck them in while grabbing it, to lick her nipples, playing with them like the cat does with the mouse. (Wow! How many metaphors on animals had come to my mind?) She leaned back to the wall and enjoyed my caresses with closed eyes. She gave herself totally into my will. She lay me defenseless on the ground, leaning back to the wall. The sight of her excited me even more.

One of my hands wandered into her panties again and started to stroke her reheating pussy gently. I was licking her breasts and showered them with kisses, while biting them gently, and during this I stroked her groin that was nearly on fire, with sensation until the point she screamed her bliss out loud.