Page 57 of Play With Me

I’m going to jizz. I’m going to come right here in my pants on a train.

There’s a blanket!that strangled voice reminds me. Damn, it’s hard up.I’mhard up.

Nora grinds against me again and I’m momentarily distracted as her body squeezes against me. I swear I can actually feel the edge of her pussy lips through her tights, sliding against my dick.

“Oh, Jude,” Nora says, her voice hitched. “Yes. Touch me there.”

She arches her back and I draw my hands up higher, feeling the hard points of her nipples under my thumbs.

Nora bites down on my ear now, making me grunt with pleasure.

“Jude?” she asks, my lobe springing from her teeth.

“Yes, baby?”

“Jetzt Ankunft am Bahnhof Zürich,” she breathes.

I pause. I’m about to pull her bra down, to grasp those gorgeous little tits in my hands without the bra in the way—I’ve always wanted to know if they’ll fit perfectly in my palms. But I hesitate. I’m pretty sure that was German. Why’s she speaking German?

“What?” I ask.

“Arrivée en gare de Zürich.”

Now that’s French, which I can understand a little of. She’s saying something about the station…the train.

My eyes fly open. It wasn’t Nora.

It was the announcements over the speakers.

I would be bummed out I’ve been woken from my dream, except suddenly my stomach drops. I wasn’t alone in my dream. Nora was having the same one. She’s straddling me, still grinding herself against my hard dick.

Pleasure shoots from my crotch even as panic takes over. “Nora!” I whisper, yanking my hands down out of her sweater.

Oh fuck.

I glance over her shoulder, which is tough given Nora’s hair is blocking most of my view.

“Yes, Jude,” she asks, cupping my face, which makes turning even harder.

I part her hair, and see a woman staring at us, her face pinched in disdain. Beyond her, a couple of teenage boys are shoving each other to see around her. There are more behind us, too, I can hear them whispering.

“Nora, wake up!” I say.

She doesn’t wake up. She grinds against my erection once more. Even though lights are flashing through the windows now—we’re arriving in the station—I bite back a groan. My dick is so confused.

“Excuse me, sir,” a sharp female voice says.

My stomach turns. I can see slices of a gray-haired attendant’s uniform through Nora’s hair.

“I’m afraid we’re getting some complaints.”

“Yes,” I grunt. “I’m sorry, I—”

I grip Nora’s hips, preparing to lift her off of me and onto her seat, but Nora chooses that moment to bring her face down then, presumably to kiss me, and I just barely manage to duck aside. Her forehead knocks painfully against my skull.

It’s enough for her to wince and pull backward.

“What—” Nora looks down, then at me, her eyes wide. Huge behind her glasses, which she’s managed to keep on while dream-making out with me.

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