End of a wretched day. I arrive at the station’s exclusive lounge, reserved for the elite. Strike notice plastered on glass. Minimum service only. Two hours to kill. I breathe deep. Sacoche empty. Canson sheets ready. Intuition served me.
Crowd chaos outside. Inside, hushed opulence. Plush leather seats. Murmurs of power brokers. Earbuds in. Radio drivel off. I claim a corner throne. World fades.
The Privilege
First subjects: deaf-mute couple arguing in signs. Fierce eyes. Her hair pulled tight. I sketch. Mind wanders to their penthouse lair. Black leather corset hugs her curves. Chains bind him spread-eagle on silk sheets. No words. Touch rules. Gloved fingers tease his throbbing cock. Slow strokes. He strains. She pinches nipples hard. Light glints off diamond cuffs. His shaft pulses under her grip. She mounts. Rides savage. Juices slick. He erupts inside, silent screams.
Next: African beauty in vibrant fabrics. Full cheeks. Chocolate skin. Portrait forms. She’s exiled royalty. Fled usurper. Now in lover’s Riviera villa. Summer night. Sweat beads on her heavy breasts. His emerald eyes devour. Copper hair falls. He sucks dark nipples. Tongue dives between thick thighs. Her pussy weeps nectar. He thrusts deep. Hips slam. Fills her royal core. Champagne spills on curves. Orgasms crash like waves.
Blonde Scandinavians, hand in hand. Tender gazes. Sketch their softness. Lesbians aflame. Yacht cabin. Naked. Breasts mash. Tongues duel wet slits. Fingers plunge. Moans echo off teak walls. Climax in sixty-nine. Pure sapphic fire.
Asian lovers. Her blush under duffle-coat. Long black hair. Adulterous tryst in Tokyo suite. Velvet ropes tie her. He kneels. Ring offered. But fantasy first: bent over balcony. Cock rams pussy from behind. She bites silk pillow. Cum floods. Scandalous bliss.
Clock ticks. Train arrives. Empty first-class compartment. Plush velvet benches. I spread sketches. Critique lines.
The Excess
Door slides. Agacement fades. She enters. Petite brunette. Wavy black hair. Elegant dress. Orange blossom scent hits. Childhood oranges flood back. I scramble drawings. They scatter. She helps. Wrist tattoo: twin-headed serpent, black and blue.
Eyes lock. ‘Artist?’ she purrs. French accent silk. I nod. Show sketches. Her lips part. ‘Naughty visions.’ Fingers trace paper. Heat builds.
She sits close. Thigh brushes mine. Lounge privacy. No eyes. Dress hikes. Lace panties peek. My hand slides up. Wet heat. She gasps. Unzips me. Cock springs free. Hard steel. Lips engulf. Tongue swirls tip. Salty pre-cum.
I yank dress down. Full tits bounce. Nipples peak. Suck hard. Bite. She moans around shaft. Pushes me back. Straddles. Guides cock to soaked cunt. Sinks. Tight velvet grip. Rocks fierce. Leather seat creaks. Nails rake chest. Faster. Deeper. ‘Fuck me like your fantasies.’ Pussy clenches. Balls tighten. I flip her. Doggy over armrest. Slam in. Ass ripples. Tattoo flexes. Pull hair. Spank. She screams release. I flood her. Hot jets paint walls.
Spent. She curls against. Compartments seal secrets. Champagne from mini-bar chills veins. View blurs. Elite pact. No names. Just ecstasy’s echo. Train hums on. Discretion absolute.
