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Swirls of condensation danced on the glass of the window she rests her sighs upon. Leaning gently and still ladylike on her gloved hand, she peered deeply into the passing landscape as if she were trying to stop the train with her eyes. For miles she sat statuesque as though she was sitting for Vermeer; another girl with a pearl earring, yet I could not find, in all her stillness how with each breath, she drew my eyes in her direction. Her hair was dark and pulled back, full lips and defined nose but I could not see her eyes. Her blouse buttoned well above her collarbone with a keyhole slit above her bosom, anchored with a cameo. She wore olive wool pants and black polished Oxfords. Her gloves matched her black fascinator, and her rouge was a soft crimson.
My studious glances were disrupted by a squeaking wheel as the stewardess delivered cocktails. “Qui boire monsieur?”, “scotch avec des glaçons, s’il vous plaît,” “oui monsieur.” “Scotch would surely take my mind off of the woman across the aisle,” I thought sitting with my eyes cut in her direction. The stewardess offered her a drink and she obliged, reaching for the glass, she never raised her eyes above the shadow cast from the net of her fascinator. She pressed the glass into her bottom lip and discreetly ran her tongue at the rim to savor a drip. Her tongue caught light from the sunset like a fresh strawberry on a hot summer’s day after a soaking rain. It glistened. I felt hot and so very intrigued by this eyeless muse that I considered the unimaginable; perhaps if I approached her, she would speak to me? As I knocked back my scotch with a quivering hand… she stood up. I was so eager to watch her every move that I missed my mouth and my glaçons landed in my lap. After quite the scene, I peered up to see that she was gone.
Several hours passed, several conversations and no one knew of this mystery lady. Night had long set in and the stars raced by in mere blinks. I never fully settled down, this inexplicable creature has captivated my mind. My body responds in the only way it can, being that my most enduring memory is of her gorgeous mouth. But her eyes, I needed to see them. Perhaps they were as dark as her Oxfords, or as blue as the ocean? Her dark hair would frame hazel eyes beautifully. A million possibilities flooded my mind in what seemed to be a hopeless and ultimately frivolous use of my time.
I decided that fate would indeed have to play a hand, but until then, I would play a few of my own. I had briefed my cabin long enough to hang my jacket and comb my hair. On my way back to Lady Luck, she- the she, brushed past me without so much as a glance. All she left was a swoosh from her evening gown and the scent of cinnamon and clove. I felt hot again, noticeably hot. I decided this train would reach its station in the morning light and I simply could not spend my life in wonder, so followed her. She sat at the small bar and ordered two drinks. I could hear the faint sweetness of her voice, sitting next to her. She complimented the bartender on the dinner and drinks served aboard the train and turned with a scotch in each hand, only to run straight into me. She kept her eyes lowered beneath her dark eyelashes and said gently “pardon moi monsieur,” then she disappeared into the darkness of the cabin hall, again.
My mind raced, recounting her smells and sounds, the essence I could not capture. Her spell made me so aroused I decided to visit my cabin alone and then perhaps I could get her off of my mind. I scurried past several doors before I was blindsided. She ran out of her cabin, as if into my arms on purpose. I stood awkwardly holding her for longer than needed while I searched for words. “I am sorry, sir, it seems as though I have collided with you more than once this evening, I am without a hand towel and was just…” “madam perhaps they gave me yours, I have two, I can bring it to you.” “Oh, that would be lovely.” I hope she could not hear the eagerness in my voice, but this could be the denouement to my personal quest. I don’t remember the journey back to her cabin door, racing back, I grasped the hand towel so rigidly that my knuckles glowed in the dark hall. She invited me in, thanked me for the towel and offered me a drink. The lights were dim in her cabin, shrouding my raging erection. I could not decide if my arousal was from her eccentricities or from my drive to complete her in my mind. Being so close to her, I could tell she had freshened her perfume; a spicy and inviting scent. She sat next to me on the bench in an already close quartered space and placed her gloved hand on my knee. “Monsieur, in our encounters, I cannot help but feel like fate had directed our path,” she said quietly, “I noticed you upon boarding, I tried not to be conspicuous, so I studied your silhouette in the reflection of my window. Your face is lovelier without the distortion of the passing trees.” I felt a heat building from my groin, my hands and feet were tingling, and I could feel my lips searching for hers.
Pushing back an unruly curl from her face, I rest my hand on her soft cheek, and I felt her lean closer. I could not take it anymore and pulled her still eyeless face to mine. She kissed me like she had waited for it for her whole life, occasionally glancing my lips with her tongue like she did the drip of scotch on her glass. She stood up and placed her sonsy hips at eye level, the dip in her lower back invited my hands to her ass; adequate leverage to pull her legs up around my body and push her into the wall behind us. Her evening gown made the same swooshing sound hitting the floor as it did flouncing down the hallway earlier that evening. I could feel her pushing her breasts and hips in my direction, into me, beckoning me closer, wanting me inside. I slid my hand down the front of her garter and could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. “Do it, I want to feel you, “she whispered. I slid my fingers inside of her and thrust her body against the wall. I could feel her tighten around my fingers as she grasped my arms and an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips.
Her assertiveness was surprising since it seemed like she avoided me all night. She took me by the hand that just brought her pleasure and drew each finger, individually, into her mouth. She was not shy to herself and shared with me her delicacy in a deep kiss. I felt her hands unbuttoning my slacks. I was so hard and ready and just as I reached to pull her onto me, she said: “You gave me pleasure, sit back and let me give you the same.” I felt her breathing down my abdomen and near my cock, I could barely see her and could not help but wonder even in that moment; her eyes? Her tongue brushed the head before she took all of me in her warm mouth. I could feel electricity in my lower back as I arched up pushing my cock deeper into her throat. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in further. The ebb and flow of her mouth pushed me to the edge and pulled me back again, keeping me on the brink of exploding for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to see, I wanted to see her eyes looking at me; what depths does a creature like this hold? Reaching up I switched on the cabin light and she was looking up at me. I was pierced by her emerald-green eyes, full of pleasure with how she knew she was making me feel. She never broke her stare and I could no longer hold on, she took a draw from my cock like a cigar, pulling my cum out with a furious force. I had my fingers tangled in her hair, staring at her eyes; they were deep and full of passion. Thankfully I was already sitting, or my knees would have buckled when I saw her licking cum off of her full, plump lips. She retrieved the hand towel for me and grinned as if she were charmed by her own mouth. I was weak. The lady with no eyes draped her naked body with her robe and traced my forehead to my nose with a finger. “I enjoyed bringing you pleasure, sir.” She said as I fumble with my clothes. “Will I see you again?” I said hopefully, “I’m afraid not, sir, this was an act of sheer desire and we must remember it as such.” I felt the disappointment flood my face. I leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek and disappeared down the dark hall. The mystery of her eyes was not solved by simply seeing them, but rather, getting lost in their green depths and drowning in the seduction that rests behind them. The image of those emerald pools looking up at me will remain etched in my mind to the grave.
JJ
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