The Train Job, Duet, Part 1

They met on a train. In the tunnel on a fast moving maglev, as a matter of fact. She wasn’t good at geography, paid little attention to what point on a map she existed on at any given time. He had it all down pat, knew where he was, what he was, who he was always, but in the darkness as they collided the terrain he found himself pressed against had no resemblance to anything on a cartographer’s best map.

When they first touched, when their bodies connected front to front, their warm mingled breath shooshed out of them right into one another’s faces. The combined senses of touch and scent got them acquainted in a hurry, neither finding the contact unwelcome.

In fear of being tumbled to the ground by the train’s motion and lost in the darkness she could not see through, she gripped the unknown man’s right hip and strong left shoulder for dear life. For his part, the man clasped her to his broad chest after encountering a round breast with one hand in a downward sweep. As if he’d been shocked by the soft yet firm contact, his hand ricocheted away from it, arms banded her to him in reaction.

But pulling her close only served to cause another reaction in him. Her body held tightly to his, not quite flush with his, more like his left chest serving as a perch for the valley between her breasts, he felt that very clearly, her stomach and lower held against his hip. Her pubic bone was flush with his thigh, and as the train rocked, rocketed through the longest darkest tunnel in Europe, where her sex and his leg met there was a sly rhythmic slide back and forth. Their feet stood firm, especially since they stood as one, lending support to each other as the rocking continued.

She was gripped to his body now. Before they’d settled like this, her stone solid against him, safe from falling by his whole body’s grasp, his first touch had been accomplished by his hand as it swept her front in a hard caress. Even in the dark it was possible to see that his cupping her breast w