Ed and Sarah

Ed and Sarah


Hurricanes create unusual relationships.  Due to an impending storm, all the Florida airports were closed.  Many of the stranded vacationers elected to take Amtrak north.  Hence, Edmond and Sarah came to be sitting in the bar car of the 505 out of Orlando.  They sat at opposite ends of a short and narrow counter; they face dark, rain streaked windows.  The ice in their drinks tinkle as the car gently sways.

Six hours traveling, it is eleven in the evening and they are the only people left in the car.  The lights in all the cars have been dimmed for the evening.  Ed glances at her every so often, not wanting to be obvious.  He sees that she is resting her head in the palm of one hand and leaning her elbow on the counter.  Two bar stools block him from seeing all of her, but he is enamored with her beautiful face and bare back, she seems to be wearing a halter or halter dress. 

Sarah has been staring at Edmond with a curious expression for a while without saying a word.  The bar steward has almost finished cleaning up, when he asks. “I’ll be closing, anyone want another before I lock it up?”

They both raised their hands and smiled at one another.  The steward pulls up two single serve bottles of Jack Daniels and emptied them into two fresh rock glasses.  He served the lady first then placed Ed’s drink beside him.

Sarah went to open her purse, when Edmond stops her by saying.  “I have it…” He hands the guy two twenties.  Ed pours his unfinished drink into the fresh glass, then moves down to Sarah’s end of the bar and sits beside her.

“Hi, my names Ed Derth, you look tired!”

“Sarah…  I’m fucking beat!”  She always showed an attitude to strangers; she felt it gave her equal footing.

He glances at his watch; “They roll up the sidewalks early here!”  The bar man locks the liquor cabinet and disappears down the corridor.

“Were you down for business or pleasure?”  He was admiring her deep copper tone and a sliver of white skin deep in her cleavage.

“Just sucking up the sun, until that damn storm ruined it!”  She also poured her drinks together.  “Which car are you in?”  She swiveled to face him.  Sarah wore cut down shorts, that could barely be called legal and a halter top with platform shoes.  She had her shapely tanned legs crossed; her knee grazed his leg as she turned. 

“I tried for a sleeper, but they were all sold out.”  His eyes careened up her body; suddenly he was speaking very slowly and thoughtfully, “I’m in the coach, two cars back.”  He was obviously shaken by this gorgeous young woman.

She smiled as she studied his expression, “Almost didn’t have time to change.  Just came out of the pool, dropped the bikini in the bag and put on what was on top.  I barely made this train, they didn’t even have a seat for me, I’m in the dinning car.”  The sad expression on her face was enhanced when she wet her lower lip and gently bit it.

“Don’t know why you didn’t get a seat, the two next to mine are empty?”  He stood up, towering over her, “Would you want to come back with me?”

When she got up, he realized she was a full head shorter.  Sarah reached under the counter and grabbed her carry-on bag, “I travel light!”

They both downed their drinks and began to walk.  He let her lead the way; it gave him a better view of her perfect back as they traversed the two cars.  The cars were dark and at times he could not see the strings the secured the halter; she looked like she was only wearing briefs.

When they reached his car he called out, “I’m in the last row!”

Sure enough, the last three seats that faced a blank wall were empty.  Sarah immediately sat by the window, kicking off her shoes, reclining the seat and tucking her legs under; Ed sat by the aisle.  The only light was from the overhead reading lamps and the red exit sign above the door.  Sarah crossed her arms and began to shiver. 

“They make these cars too damn cold.”

Ed stood up and pulled a large blanket from the overhead and handed it to Sarah.  She cuddled up in it and before he could sit down she held one end up. “Come on and snuggle close, warm me up!”

He obliged, sitting in the middle seat beside her, pulling the blanket over both of them.  He turned off the overhead reading lamps then wrapped his arm around her.  He accidentally grazed her breast with his fingertips and clearly felt a stiff nipple through the silk that caused a stir in his loins.  He coughed and adjusted his seat back to match hers; she twisted and laid her head on his chest.  She put her arm over his stomach, her elbow resting on the ever-growing lump in his trousers. 

“You don’t mind, do you?”  She could feel it stiff and move a little.

He coughed again, “Ah, no, it’s.  It’s okay!”

Her halter only covered her chest and it only had string closures holding it on.  Ed moved his arm to make himself more comfortable and accidentally opened the bow.  “Sorry, let me retie that…”

“No, it’s okay, it was just annoying anyway!”  Her elbow was applying a smooth steady weight on his now full-blown erection.  “I’m a graphic designer for Apple Baum Enterprises, what do you do?”  He could feel her breath on his chest through the thin material of his sports shirt.

Totally engrossed in his feeling at the moment, her question distracted him. “Ah, Hum, Oh I… I’m an insurance field claims agent.”

She sat up and passed her fingertip lightly over his lips, “Let’s stop fuckin around, I never liked this cat and mouse shit.  Are you as horny as I am?”

He froze for a second, feeling he might screw this up by saying anything, Ed took the initiative and slid his hand around the back of her head and kissed her on the lips.  She responded by doing the same to him.   

Ed cups her surprisingly perfect breasts and toys with her nipples.  He kisses her neck and is becoming mesmerized by her perfume. 

Sarah moved her hand down his lean body and is stroking him through his suit pants, long slow strokes.  Both of them are oblivious to their surroundings, not realizing other people can see them, even in the semi-darkness. 

Both of them are at the beginning of a momentous event when Sarah opens her eyes to see a youngster smiling at her. 

“Ed, I think we have an audience?” He twists his head and sees the same thing.  They look at one another and think the same thing; move!

She rises to get up and he stops her, reaching behind and retying the halter.  Sarah grabs the blanket when Ed stands and hands it to him as she looks down at his obvious excitement. 

They start to walk toward the back of the train and enter a sleeper car.  It smells musty and old.  An illuminated sign over one door announced Executive W.C., she tries the door and finds it unlocked.  They discover a brightly lit, carpeted space with a couch to the left and the facilities, including a shower to the right.  Ed closes and locks the door.   

Sarah stands facing the couch, reaches behind her back and unties both the bows letting the halter fall to the floor.  She also pushes her shorts down, showing him a well-shaped, lily-white butt as she bends over to push them down to her ankles. 

She turns to find him naked, his clothes in a pile beside is stocking feet.  Stepping up to him without her shoes on, she presses her face against his bare chest and wraps her arms around his back.  His body heat feels good and comforting.

Grabbing a hank of her brown hair, he leans her head back and kisses her gain, his hard rod pinned between them.  Ed reaches down and grabs her butt cheek, finding her clenching a hard and muscular ass; his other hand slowly moves down her bare back to the other cheek.  She has a hard and lean body. 

Sarah lets go and steps back with a devilish look.  “Let’s take a hot shower!”  She takes his outstretched hands, but he baulks, unsure and cautious.

“What if…”

“What if shit!  Leap before looking for once Ed.”  Sarah starts to drag him into the shower area.  Ed follows slowly while taking off his socks. 

At first the water was icy cold but in a matter of a few minutes steam was rising.  She unwrapped two of the complementary soaps and was scrubbing his back.  Sarah slips her hand into the crack between his cheeks, forcing him to spread his legs and she clutches his testicles with her soapy hand.  Her hand is moving in and out massaging his scrotum.  She reaches around and holds his aching hard shaft; flick her thumb over the head as she strokes it. 

In a breathy deep voice, as she begins to move both hands back and forth, “It’s not that I don’t trust you…  I think you’re a hunk…  But, I don’t know you…  So this is all I can do now…” Her hands never stop moving as his passion grows.

She is pressing her soapy body against his, grinding herself against his leg while she continues to masturbate him.  Ed lays is left arm over her shoulder, pressing his finger into the crack of her ass; he can feel the subtle soft spot and presses his finger inside her; it causes her to hesitate.  Then she continues but she stops massaging his scrotum and presses two fingers up his anus.  In a matter of two minutes he could hold back no more.  His legs buckled under him, he gripped the handicap railing to steady himself as she watched him deposit his semen down the drain. 

“Sarah, that was absolutely outstanding.”  He hugged her under the running water.  “But what about you?”

She slapped his butt loudly.  “Have you ever eaten a peach?”  Smiled up at him and gripping his shoulders, she pushed him down on his knees and lays her right leg over his left shoulder.  Ed knew exactly what to do. 

He first pressed her lips apart and gently strokes them with two wet fingers as he tantalizes her silken pit with his middle finger.  All the soapsuds have been washed away and the lubricating moisture that is left is from her inner core.  Ed presses his finger into her, finding her fully lubricated; he moves his finger around inside. 

She twitches her hips involuntarily drawing in a deep breath.  Pushing a second finger in, Ed puts his lips to the neatly trimmed pubis, kissing the hood and running his tongue over the hot undulating nub of nerve endings.  Like cats drink water, he flicks at her passion nub over and over while gently driving his fingers in and out. 

He sees her cupping her breasts, her head back against the shower wall and there’s a grimace on her face as if in pain.  He starts to twist his fingers around and feels her pit dilate into a hollow space.  She moans as he stops flicking his tongue at her, instead strokes her button with long slow strokes. 

Her moans become louder as he grinds a third finger into that hollow.  Her hips twist violently and he can feel her knees shaking.  She’s quivering uncontrollably when she emits a guttural, animal like growl.  Her empty cavity collapses and she grips his head, pushing his face against her nub.  There’s a rush of warm fluid that runs down his arm.  Her hips continue to twitch as she breathes deeply and moans.

Sarah collapses to the floor, the water still running over the two depleted bodies.  They rest there for a number of minutes before deciding to get up. 

There were no towels; they search every cabinet and shelf.  Ed offers up his underwear and sports shirt to dry off.  They dress and slip out.  Back in the coach car they find two people asleep in their row.  Sarah grabs her bag and Ed pulls his bag down from the overhead.  They spend the rest of the night in the parlor car, snuggled together on a couch and telling each other all their deep dark secrets.

A match made on a train.

Word Count = 2,117

Sensual Moments Prompt (1) September;
Two strangers meet on a train, they have a few drinks together and then begin feeling amorous. Neither of them has sleeping accommodations on the train, so they must improvise. (by D Cardiff sponsors Poppy