Fbailey narrative number 618


writer'S promissory note : I had a very nice and unusual postulation, one that is slow to do. give thanks you Laura and Ross.

THEY WROTE :"When you write one of your stories could you have a married couple with the names Sir James Clark Ross and Laura. The rest is up to you. Thanks, Laura and Ross."

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Laura and Sir John Ross


Well, it wasn't what Laura had in mind, not at all what she had expected, and certainly not what she had hoped for.

However, there she was standing absolutely naked along side the railroad cart track. Her husband Ross was sort of hiding behind a bush with a camera. She was trying to image out how he had talked her into it. She was barefoot and standing about twenty-five feet away from the cartroad on a concrete engine block that diverts a small current from washing out the path. She was up a few pes above the priming and in perfective position to be seen by the passengers on that commuter train as C of men ride place to their cars, their families, and to their wives.

She was nervous and scared. What if she got caught, what if she got arrested, what if the story of her arrest appeared in the newspaper. Then the all townsfolk would know her as the train Track Exhibitionist.

Her breathing was becoming dig, her nipples were hard from the slight chill in the air. She had goose bumps on her arms and legs. Ross had shaved her pussy bare just that morning. It excited him so much that he took her right there on the bathroom floor.

She was sure that she could take heed the train coming. They knew the agenda. They had parked their car at a crossing near there on various occasions and that commuter train was very punctual, five twenty-seven on the dot, day after day.

Her husband held up two fingers. That meant that she only had two more transactions to panic.

Her mouth was dry, her eyes were blinking, and her pussy was wet. Yes, her pussy was wet. She hadn't touched it but she knew.

Her legs started to tremble. John Ross held up one finger. Should she run ? Should she hide ?

She had to pee.

Then she heard the sound of the gearing. It was coming closer. The noise was getting louder. She could see it way off in the distance.

When it got closer the Adrenalin kicking in. She started to parachute up and down, she waved her manpower, and all of her fears went away.

The locomotive engineer spotted her and honked his horn, and he kept honking it until his three big engines had passed by her. There in the windows were a few men looking out. Some waved. Most hadn't even seen her.

As the last rider car passed by, she felt disappointed that the solid affair hadn't been more spectacular. There were no heads sticking out hooting at her like she had wanted. No one other than her husband had even taken her picture.

She watched as John Ross came toward her smiling and cheering. He had gotten a gang of enceinte impression. He was carrying her clothes so that she could get dressed and then he would walk her dorsum to their car and cause her home.

When he offered her, her clothes she took her horseshoe and said,"I'll pass to the car like this. I am so excited. I wish that I could do this every day."

Ross said,"My mentation exactly."

Laura froze in her raceway. She wanted to but she was scared. Her mouth was dry again, her breathing was labored, and she had those shit goose extrusion again. Her care had returned. She had been flying high up then her hubby had taken that away from her.

Ross said,"I was thinking that you need to do this a few more times. Most of the men on the railroad train didn't even know that you were there. You really need to do it again, maybe all week."

Laura listened to him babble, she had thought that too. Yes, she would do it again. But…"

James Clark Ross said,"I think we can get away with this Lapplander spot a couple more metre but then maybe we should proceed down the line of business a mile, just in case."

That was what Laura was hoping he would say. He really did care about her refuge even though she loved him so much that she had promised to do anything sexual that he asked of her.

She put on her clothes at a minor glade and then walked to the car where Ross drove her home.

They were too excited to eat so they just went up to their bedroom. Laura's wearing apparel melted off from her physical structure. John Ross was already naked and coming at her. She fell into his embrace and together they fell onto the bed. Laura felt his knee caress her kitty as he hit the bed. His other knee found its way between her wooden leg and there she was spread bird of Jove on her bed with her husband's cock about to stab into her. Her blazon were stretched out to the far niche of the bed and she had grabbed handful of sheet. She was set for her eager married man to enchant her body.

Her kitty-cat was so wet that she was afraid that Ross wouldn't get the look that he was used too. She wanted his cum and she wanted a lot of it.

John Ross practically fell into his married woman's very wet puss so he pressed her articulatio genus into her sarcoid breasts and leaned into them. He kissed her, he told her that he loved her, and then he stabbed his cock into her cervix. She jumped. He hadn't done that in a few years. It surprised her at first gear and it even hurt a picayune but she had succeeded in bringing out the animate being lust in her husband. After all he had brought it out in her at the railroad tracks.

He thrust, she cooed. He hit her neck, and she cried out. He gave her that one last jab before he emptied his balls into her. That sent her flying highschool, over the rainbow. It was magnificent up on top like that and then she enjoyed the glide down the other side.

He rolled off of her, thanked her for sex, and cuddled her into his impregnable weapons system. They basked in the afterglow remembering the day's effect. She loved her married man and she was willing to do anything that he asked. Anything !

The s day was Tuesday and there were a lot more men looking out the windows at her. It helped that the railroad engineer had held that horn blast for so long. She even saw a few tv camera. Her hubby had set up a video camera too. He had captured it all from behind her that time as the gearing approached her. After the terminal rider car had gone by she turned to take care after it and then continued to start for joy for the camera. She could hardly await until they got nursing home to look on it and relive the escapade over and over.

She wanted to show him her hold. She wanted to give Betsy Griscom Ross a blowjob. It wasn't something that she did very often but she wanted him to have it away that that day was peculiar to her. She had had an incredible coming as those unknown men ogled her naked body. At her age she was starting to oppugn her own knockout and if she could attract a man if she had too. Now she knew. She still had what it took.

On the one-third day, Midweek, she was very excited, the engineer blasted that horn, and every window had a cheek in it and there were a lot of photographic camera. That was what she had been hoping for. Her heart rate raced and her climax was so firm that she could feel cum flowing down her leg. She had been wet before she had even left the house. She got wetter when she had undressed and watched her husband walk away with her clothes. But standing there exposing herself to all of those men had put her over the sharpness. That was the most mightily climax that Laura had ever had. The inflammation had been too often. After the conclusion rider car had gone by she fell to her knees.

As she waked back the car naked, they walked through the woods on the Saami lead that they had traveled the cobbler's last few years. She knew that there was a small clearing to sweep first but she had decided to get in the car naked and let her husband drive her home that way. At home she was going to take the air marvellous and proud to her front threshold. She knew that Ross would care that.

That dark right after they had made love she told him that she did not want to change their locating. After all her audience expected her to be there and she didn't want to disappoint them.

So Thursday and Friday she took her position and greeted hundreds of horny men on their way nursing home from employment. She would have two day to reside and relive the week over again in her mind and watch the pictures and television images of her wanton display.

Over the weekend Ross had come up with a new plan, Laura was going to walk out onto an overpass with a six-lane highway running underneath it. She would be wearing a wrap around dress with no bra and no scanty. When her husband gave her the sign she would cast the dress to the roadway and dancing around for the railcar. She could not stop, get dressed, or run for cover until at to the lowest degree twelve machine had honked their horn for her. Ross would get as much as he could on video recording and still pictures.

That next Monday at piece of work Sir James Clark Ross heard rumors of some naked woman waving at passing power train all week and that the police were trying to catch her in the act. A friend of a brother of a police officeholder had said that somebody had tipped them off but the photograph that they had received could been any one of a K women.

Ross called off the flyover flashing…for a patch anyway. However, he had several other ideas.

They played out all of Sir John Ross'fantasies over the next few years and they never did get caught. Laura returned to that railroad line spot every few months just for old time sake.


The End
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