This goddess kneels before me making no attempt to shield her exposure and reaches for my belt. She cuts those eyes up at me again while her fingers w...ork on my bindings, I can't help but run my fingers through her hair. Slowly she pulls at my pants and I help them slide from my hips. Her eyes turn to my crotch watching the elastic of my underwear reveal the prize she’s been waiting for. I’ve tried my best to stay in control but my excitement betrays me. My penis springs from its restraints and. After she had relaxed I asked her about the last time she had anal sex. She admitted her boyfriend wasn’t into anal sex and thought I would never ask. I told her to get up and bend over. She did so by using her hands to steady herself as I buried my face between her ass cheeks and licked her pussy and asshole tasting the remnants her liquid climax. I pulled my head back and asked Gina to bring me the lube I keep in the cubby hole at the hot tub. Gina smiled at me because she had not seen me. After some time a girl and her father boarded the train. The girl occupied the window side of the seat while her father sat on the opposite side. I was on the same seat as the girl but at the far end. I did not notice the appearance of the girl at that time. After a couple of minutes other people got into our compartment, but they did not occupy the area where we were. So that left only us three in that area. The train departed. Soon the girl and her father began their dinner. The girl said hi. Not to be defensive—ok, I guess I am being defensive, or I wouldn’t have used that disclaimer—but I justified my actions as being totally non-slutty. I mean, even if I did sleep with Steve, he would be just one of a few, not many, as Matthew was one of my first, and besides, I was a horribly sexually unfulfilled woman at this point—or that was what I dramatically thought at that particular moment of self-pity. Either way, slutty or not, I wanted to see Steve that night, he seemed like a great.