I’m so excited about this week’s kick-off of Second Chance Layover, the holiday blog serial I co-wrote with the fabulous friend and author, Lila Shaw. To get you into the serial mood, I’m re-running The Train Ride, my 2012 holiday blog serial, in its entirety for anyone who missed it. I hope you enjoy the sexy ride…
Alexis Winters rolled her eyes. Yet another polyester bearded Santa Claus gawked at her bare legs. The strap of her what-the-hell-was-I-thinking high heeled pumps dug into her ankle as she snaked through the crowds toward Grand Central Station. Slipping the phone from her purse’s outside pocket, she glanced at the time. 7:34. Damn. She had eleven minutes to catch her train or she’d be stuck in the city for another hour. A soggy chill, that only a New York City December evening could produce, found its way to her toes. It wasn’t comfortable but she sure as hell didn’t regret shimmying out of her pantyhose in the ladies room before leaving the office. The cold air swirling around her calves felt like heaven compared to the past ten hours spent in a stagnant office.
Kicking up her pace to power-walk mode, Alexis pushed through the revolving doors into the station and headed toward Track 17. She took a split second to appreciate the vaulted ceilings and massive windows of one of the city’s treasures. Climbing the platform’s stairs two at a time, she slipped into the closest train car with just a minute to spare. A deep breath filled her lungs as Alexis glanced around the crowded car. She was used to the regular crowd of business people on the New Haven bound route, but there was a different buzz on the train that day. It was Christmas time, which meant throngs of suburbanites flooded the city for their annual shopping and Rockefeller Center tree viewing day. She rolled her eyes at the couples and families tittering happily as she passed rows of passenger filled seats.
Scarcely an empty seat could be found in the first few train cars. The thought of listening to kids shrieking Christmas carols for the next hour made her skin crawl anyway. It wasn’t as though she hated Christmas. She only hated the pre-holiday frenzy. If she saw one more candy cane, reindeer or tacky Santa she was sure she’d lose it. The sugary-sweet-make-your-teeth-hurt part of Christmas bugged her. It was one big nuisance and unless you were ten or had a ten year-old kid, what was the point? Really. A smile teased at her lips as she remembered the events from her past few Christmas holidays.
Alexis scanned the rows and rows of occupied seats. Her feet ached as she continued from car to car through the seemingly never ending train. Hope of having a peaceful ride home dwindled with every steel door that slammed in back of her. She lowered her hopes to just finding a seat within a five foot non-screaming kid radius. Pushing onward, she figured there were just a few more cars until the end of the train. Despite her frayed nerves, the gentle rocking eased her into a sleepy haze and she was determined to find a seat in the last car. A loud clang of the handle echoed before she pulled on the heavy door.
Her ears perked. Surely, the car wasn’t empty. She stepped into the compartment and looked around. An attendant looked up from his reading.
“This is the quiet car, Miss,” he whispered.
The quiet car? She’d never ventured far enough into the train to find the quiet car. Glancing around the compartment, she spotted only an older couple in the third row. She was about to collapse into a seat a few rows from the pair when a single overhead light switched on. Her gaze was drawn to the back of the car and directly into a set of dark eyes staring right back at her.
Glancing over the top of the seat in front of him, his eyes washed over the beautiful woman entering the cabin. Long hair partially covered one eye and swept over her shoulder like black silk. The tails of her corporate style blouse hung loose and the first few buttons below her neck were undone revealing the hint of something lacey underneath. She stopped to brush the hair from her face and scan the cabin. It took her all of three seconds to lock onto his stare.
The racing train matched the uptick of his heartbeat as she walked up the aisle, her eyes never wavered from his. She continued her slow procession to the back of the train until she stood directly next to his row.
“Is that seat taken?” she asked, nodding her head once to the unoccupied seat to his right.
“I don’t believe it is,” he said after clearing his throat.
He detected a slight smile from her full lips as she hoisted the leather briefcase that hung from her arm up and slid it into the overhead compartment. A wave of heat hit his cheek and he stole an appreciative glance at the strip of warm skin peeking between the top of her skirt’s waistband and the bottom of her untucked blouse as she stretched to adjust her stowed case.
A deep inhale was rewarded by the heady combination of lavender mixed with cinnamon.
“May I?” she whispered.
The breathy request pulled at the muscles in his stomach. He carefully folded the newspaper in his hand and tucked it into the seat in front of him. His gaze blazed a trail up her body as he stood. She squared her shoulders but remained within an intimate distance while he stepped around her body to allow her access into the row. He extended his hand as an invitation to the seat next to his. “My pleasure, Miss…”
She smiled and slid past him, gently brushing her fingertips on his jacket sleeve as she moved into the row. “Dahlia,” she said while settling herself into the middle seat. Her eyes sparkled through a thick veil of eyelashes as she glanced up. “And your name, sir?”
The hint of pine, musk and pure man tickled her nose as she drank in the sight of his well-defined body wrapped handsomely in a dark suit. His red power tie was like the cherry on top of a decadent and sinful ice cream sundae. She pegged him for a financial market tycoon, or perhaps a commercial real estate broker, or maybe even a movie producer. The only thing she knew for sure was it would be a train ride he’d never forget.
Tristan stood in the aisle and methodically unbuttoned his jacket. With a whisper of silk sliding across cotton broadcloth, he shrugged it off his shoulders and draped it over the seat on the other side of the aisle. Alexis took the opportunity to admire the way his shirt hugged the muscular planes of his strong shoulders. Her glance flicked to the perfect eye level view where the soft fabric of his suit pants molded perfectly around his backside. Yes, he was a fine specimen of man. She couldn’t help a sideways glance to the spot right below his belt when he turned to take his seat.
“Mmmm,” she hummed quietly.
The clacking of the train on the tracks drowned her appreciative groan. Or so she thought. Was that a chuckle she heard from him as he sat down? Alexis pulled the January issue of Cosmopolitan out of her purse and thumbed through it until she found the article she’d dog-eared after retrieving it from the mailbox a few days before…
Take the Silent Sex Challenge—See Who Moans First
She reclined her chair the inch or so it had allowed, and slipped off her pumps. Tristan glanced at the magazine she tilted in his direction and offered her a smile before loosening his tie. Bending down, he retrieved the newspaper from the pocket of the seat in front of him. She followed his gaze as it rested on her painted toenails. Satisfied with the apparent invisible hold developed, she wiggled her toes, thus breaking his stare. Clearing his throat, he unfolded the newspaper and subtly shifted in his seat.
Tristan’s semi-aroused state heightened as he caught a glimpse at the magazine article’s title. Nothing turned him on more than a woman who wasn’t afraid of going after what she wanted. Miss Dahlia was definitely in search of a little adventure. But like every hunt, much of the satisfaction laid in the journey. He glanced at her profile and observed her absentmindedly twirling a lock of black hair around her index finger and releasing it back to its pin straight form. Sinking her manicured nails into the silky strands, she grazed the collar of her blouse and reached into the valley between her breasts to retrieve a gold charm. Pulling the pendent from its cozy home, she freed yet another pearly button. His breath caught as he fixated on a lacy bra showcasing soft, curving flesh. The rocking of the train only increased the hard pulse of his arousal against his suit pants. Turning the page of his newspaper, he attempted to read an article about the abysmal state of the stock market.
She crossed her legs and the cherry red toenails of her right foot bobbed up and down with the train’s rhythm, closing in on his pant leg. Stretching his legs to adjust his aching desire, he shuffled his foot closer to allow easy access. Her toes repeatedly teased at the cuff of his pants, riding the fabric up his shin and letting it fall. A groan escaped through clenched teeth and he gripped the newspaper in both hands. Shifting position, her foot grazed his calf, tracing a path to his knee then back down to his ankle. The magazine slipped off her lap as she unbuttoned the last two pearls and slipped the silky blouse open. He blew out a shallow breath when her fingers brushed over her lacy bra and trailed a path to her skirt covered thighs.
His shirt and tie suddenly became three sizes too tight as his chest strained against the restrictive fabric. Tossing the newspaper on the empty seat on the other side of the aisle, he reached up to turn off the overhead reading light when she caught his arm.
“Don’t. Not just yet,” she purred.
Loosening her grasp, she slipped her hand down his sleeved arm to her lap. Uncrossing her legs, her fingers curled around her skirt’s hem and hitched the fabric up her thighs, revealing smooth alabaster skin and a hint of hot pink panties. Free from of the confines of her skirt, she parted her legs and reached for his arm. Flexing his free hand into a tight fist, he fought off the desire to pull her onto his lap. He’d be patient. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the moment. If her intentions were to tease or put on a show, he’d remain a captive audience. But if Dahlia wanted more, he was sure as hell a willing and able participant. The message was delivered loud and clear when she guided his fingertips up and down the delicate skin just below the juncture between her legs. She released his hand as if she dared his next move. Tentatively he continued caressing the inside of her thigh. He searched her eyes while each stroke elicited a shiver from her body. A slight flick of her eyebrows gave him the invitation he’d hoped for.
Tristan slipped his palm under her leg and lifted her knee to his mouth. Laying a flutter of kisses over her thigh, he continued his journey up satin smooth legs. She shifted, leaned her back against the window and sighed as his tongue drew circles on the inside of her thigh. Higher and higher he kissed and nibbled his way up pebbled skin, taking turns laving each leg until the moist heat of her sex blanketed his face. He guided her left leg between his body and the back of his seat and grasped the backs of her thighs with both hands. With a single tug, she lay flat on the seat, her knees on either side of him. Wrapping the band of her pink thong around his thumbs, he yanked them off in one fluid motion, giving him a glimpse of the prize he would soon possess. She inched up on her elbows and licked her lips. Wondering what those glistening red lips would feel like wrapped around his manhood, he swallowed hard and averted his eyes. Her mouth was indeed tantalizing, but equal in comparison to the glistening folds in front of him. His gaze met hers once more.
“What are you waiting for, Tristan?”
Alexis’s sensitized skin buzzed under his hand as she wiggled in anticipation of the talents of the sexy stranger. She’d never been an exhibitionist, but this sex-in-a-suit man pushed all of the right buttons causing her self-consciousness to fly out the window of the racing train.
He held her thighs and blew a light breath over her folds, eliciting a quick tremble that made her whimper for more. Silently, she thanked the gods above for the perfect timing of her monthly Brazilian wax appointment as he parted her with his mouth and dipped into her channel. The swirl of his tongue sent waves of heat through her core. Alexis opened her legs further until her knees pressed against the seat back of the row in front of them. Clamping down on her thighs, he lifted her slightly off the cushion and continued to intimately acquaint himself with her slick heat. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned deep as the tip of his tongue circled just outside her bundle of nerves.
“Open. I want to see your eyes as you come undone.”
She inched up on her elbows and gazed intently at his mouth. Licking his lips, he remained still just above the apex of her legs.
“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she said in a throaty, desperate voice she didn’t recognize. He pulled at a primal need in her that wouldn’t be satiated until she had him. All of him. If even for a few stolen moments of time. She could’ve enjoyed the talented tease of his tongue all evening, however time was at the essence as the train raced to her final destination where she would resume her life as Alexis Winters. But before her fantasy could continue she must wait for-
The sound of footsteps and a hushed deep voice traveled through the dark cabin. The attendant was making his rounds to collect passenger fare tickets. Her eyes remained on Tristan as a smile formed on his face. Was he expecting her to jump and hastily pull her skirt down from around her waist? He certainly couldn’t expect her to remain spread eagle in all her glory for the ticket guy to see. Slow but steady footsteps continued toward them. Since the train car was empty except for the older couple at the front, she knew the attendant would not stop again until he was at their row.
Tristan pulled away and sat up in his seat. He jerked his head to the side, signaling her to do the same. Damn! How dare he stop. She brought her fingers to her lips and deliberately licked her index and middle finger then ran her wet fingers down her body to the juncture of her thighs. The single touch set off a deep moan from the back of her throat that even surprised her. She moaned again, slightly louder than the last as her fingers slid along her slit to right below her most sensitive spot. The footsteps halted for a moment and a very deliberate cough came from a few feet away. Tristan raised his eyebrows as a silent challenge, one she’d gladly accepted. Alexis had no intention of backing down. Her fingers slowly circled her clit once. Twice. Three times. A powerful orgasm was building in her core and she couldn’t stop it any more than she would be able to stop the very train they rode. She bit her lip to stifle yet another throaty moan. The sound of footsteps resumed and Tristan’s gaze flicked to the front of the train car.
“Shit,” he mumbled while grabbing his jacket from the seat across the aisle and threw it on her lap. “Cover up,” he growled under his breath just before the attendant reached their seats.
Alexis sat up and wrapped the opened sides of her blouse around her while crossing her arms.
“Tickets, please,” the attendant announced. His glance bounced from Tristan to Alexis and finally to the jacket on her lap. Alexis reached down and pulled her ticket from the outside pocket of her purse and handed it to Tristan who fished his out of his pocket. The attendant took the tickets and glanced back at Alexis.
“Everything alright, ma’am?”
Heat rose in Alexis’ cheeks. “Yes, everything’s fine,” she said quietly.
The attendant nodded his head and turned toward the front of the cabin. Alexis noticed his glance back to her lap followed by a smile before he left. They sat in silence and listened to the attendant’s footsteps and the heavy door opening then closing with a clang.
Tristan clicked the overhead light off and their immediate surroundings went dark with the exception of the passing glow of exterior track lights and the light of the moon. Warm hands captured her waist, hoisted her body easily onto his lap and cupped her face in his hands. Closing her eyes, she focused on the touch of his fingertips trailing two paths slowly down her neck and chest before coming to a rest under her bra. His thumbs brushed across her pebbled buds while Alexis shimmied the blouse from her shoulders. As it fell to the ground she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.
“You’re an intriguing woman, Dahlia,” he said huskily. His mouth just a whisper from hers.
His aching bulge strained against her weight as the gentle rhythm of the train melded her body into his. He enjoyed the shiver which ran through her body when his fingers curled around her bra straps and dragged the wisp of fabric from her arms. Sucking in a ragged breath, he admired her creamy breasts as they skimmed tantalizingly against his chest.
“Take your hair down,” he commanded.
She pulled the elastic band holding her hair in the ponytail and shook her head so that her silky tresses swung freely over her shoulders.
“Like what you see?” she asked and looked at him through a veil of eyelashes.
Control slipped through his fingertips with each of rotation of Dahlia’s sweet warmth upon the evidence of his arousal straining against the zipper of his trousers. Encircling his hands around her ribcage, his thumbs lingered under her breasts before lightly swiping each taut pebble. Shifting her weight on his lap he relieved the pressure on his rigid shaft, while admiring her creamy breasts glowing in the moonlight. His gaze returned to her eyes before whisking each tight bud with his tongue.
Dahlia moaned softly as he took her into his mouth. Her breath came faster. “There’s not much time,” she said, reaching for his belt buckle.
Tristan grabbed her wrists and guided her hands to his shoulders. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, he tucked it behind her ear. His fingers slid down her cheek and along her jawbone before holding her chin between his thumb and index finger, surveying her face in the flickering light. She was damn beautiful and looked surprising vulnerable. His gaze traveled from her partially closed eyes framed with long lashes to her luscious mouth. Her parted lips seemed to await his next move. He obliged by lightly brushing his lips against hers. The vibration of her sigh into his mouth made his firm flesh stand at attention. He growled as her tongue swiped at his lower lip. Warm breath blanketed his cheek and neck while she grabbed the knot in his tie. She pulled the silk from his collar and unbuttoned his shirt while he made quick work of his belt buckle and pants.
Pulling her skirt above her hips he pressed the heal of his palm against her mound and hooked a finger over her clit. She swiveled her hips and heightened the friction. As she rode his hand, she dipped her own inside his loosened pants, stroking his thick hardness.
“Baby, if keep that up I’ll break my cardinal rule of ladies first.” A few more strokes from her skilled hand would’ve had him coming in no time. He palmed her hips and guided her slick entrance over the head of his hard male heat.
Bucking his hips upward, he entered her hot channel. They moaned in unison as their lips touched and breath intermingled. He rocked her hips and guided her movements as he thrust deep and hard. Breathlessly she pulled him close.
“Don’t move, let me do the work,” she whispered into his ear.
“My pleasure,” he said huskily.
Loosening the grasp he had on her hips, he acquiesced and allowed her to take the lead.
Alexis shifted her hips back so that her sensitive clit glided along his rigid cock. At first she took him in slow fluid strides up and down the hardness of his sex. He groaned as she teased him by lifting her body so just the tip of his head remained inside then dropped down on his smooth cock burying him deep within her core. She rode him in short and shallow strokes to ensure his cock caressed that perfect spot. Even though she told him not to move, his hands explored and found the exact place to drive her to the brink of climax. It was all she needed to set off a wave of delirium. Her inner walls tightened around his thickness as her orgasm developed from deep within her belly. There was no stopping the exquisite heat that consumed her body. She called out, not caring who heard. All that matter was enjoying what was possibly the best climax of her life.
“Let it go, baby,” he whispered, stroking her hair.
His cock pulsed as she contracted upon him, milking him until there was nothing left. She collapsed onto him, resting her cheek on his chest, the comforting sound of his heartbeat and rapid breath matched the soft click of the wheels below. They remained melded to each other until an unwelcome sound jarred her back to reality.
“Next stop. New Haven!” Blared from the speaker.
“This is me.” Shifting her body from his lap, she slipped her blouse on and hastily secured the buttons and found her shoes and purse before attempting to slip by him.
“Hold on.” He grabbed her wrist and stood while haphazardly zipping his fly. “Don’t run off so fast. I need to see you again,” he said and cupped her face in his hands.
She searched his eyes and pulled his hands from her cheeks. “It’s impossible. I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her gaze dropped to his luscious lips. Pressing his warm mouth against hers one last time, a spark ran through her body as his growing thickness nudged at her belly. Breaking their kiss, she pushed away thoughts of running her fingers through his hair and falling back into the dark row of seats. They were both ready for more but it was time to say good-bye to Dahlia and resume her life as Alexis Winters.
He nodded, pulled her the briefcase from the overhead compartment and handed it to her. Their hands grazed before she turned to leave.
“Hey,” he called as she walked to the front of the compartment.
She stopped, turned and smiled at his rumpled appearance. His belt dangled from his pants and one of his shirt tales hung loose. Hair jutted out in every direction but his smile would remain seared in her memory forever.
“Merry Christmas, Tristan.” Turning on her heels, she continued walking until she reached the cabin door. When she turned back around to get one last look, he was gone.
Alexis stepped onto the platform at New Haven’s Union Station. Her wobbly legs were a pleasant reminder of the sexiest train ride she’d ever taken. Stopping at the station cafe, she bought a stale cup of coffee and found a nearby bench to rest and collect her thoughts. Inhaling a deep breath, she released the captured air slowly through her lips while watching the passengers hurry past her. Everyone was always in such a hurry this time of year. Holidays were meant for taking the time to enjoy the little things in life, not for stress and aggravation. The holidays were the perfect time to do something outside of your comfort zone. Something special. Something like her the tryst with Tristan in the dark row of seats of the quiet car. She smiled, the holidays are about doing what she had just done.
After downing the remainder of her coffee, she threw the cup in a nearby garbage can as she walked toward the station exit. Pushing open the door, the cold air whipped around her sensitized skin causing every nerve ending in her body to stand on end. Her time with Tristan left her wanting more.
She needed more.
Scanning the parking lot, she spotted the glowing brake lights of the familiar white pickup truck with the name Winters’ Construction written on the side of the driver’s door. She trudged through the slush to the passenger side and opened the back door. Placing her briefcase and purse on the backseat, she spotted a pair of coveralls in a heap on the seat. Slamming the back door, she stepped to the front and pulled the handle. Her gaze rested on a pair of hot pink panties and bra hanging from the rearview mirror. She yanked open the heavy door and climbed inside.
“Hey there, beautiful,” said a deep voice.
Alexis leaned over and planted a kiss on the driver’s stubbled cheek.
“Thanks for wearing the suit, Kev. I know how much you hate ties. It was a nice touch.”
He shifted the truck into reverse and casually draped his hand on the headrest of the passenger seat. Before stepping on the gas pedal, his fingers grazed her cheek. “I sacrificed because I know how much it turns you on.”
“How’d you know?” She smiled, admiring his strong biceps and shoulders as he backed the truck out of the parking spot. His muscles were not made from gym workouts, but from years of using his body to build and renovate many of the houses in their sleepy seaside town.
He chuckled and jerked his head toward the backseat. “That magazine of yours. Don’t you know I read it cover to cover each month before you even get your hands on it? How’d you think I learned my mad lovemaking skills?”
“Mad lovemaking skills, huh?” she snorted.
He waggled his eyebrows.
“Okay, I’ll give you that. But Tristan? You almost had me rolling on the ground with that name. Where’d you come up with it?”
“You got me.” He shot her a sly smile. “In between Cosmo issues, I’ve become a fan of erotic romance novels. Tristan was the dude’s name from the last one I read.”
“You? Romance novels?” she asked and giggled. “Next thing I know you’ll want to join my book club. I’ve never pegged my handsome contractor husband as a romance book reader.”
“Only for you, baby. Which reminds me—“ He reached behind his seat and pulled out a wrapped single rose. “—Unfortunately, there wasn’t a dahlia to be found at the train station. You couldn’t name yourself Rose, could you?”
She took the long stemmed red rose from his hand. “Dahlia’s more adventurous, don’t you think?”
“Ever since I married you, it’s been one adventure after another. First, you scared the crap out of me by having your cop friend arrest me so that we could get down and dirty in a jail cell and now this,” he said with a chuckle.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.” She giggled.
“You’ll never hear a complaint from me, Alexis Winters. So, what’s it going to be next Christmas?”
“I say we join the mile high club.”
“You’re reading my mind,” he said, lifting the back of her palm to his lips.
Copyright © 2012 Sandra Bunino. All Rights Reserved.
Are you in the holiday spirit yet?
Good, because there’s more, lots more! Second Chance Layover kicks off Thursday evening (or Friday morning, depending on where you are)! Lila Shaw and I will run an installment every weekday until Christmas Eve. Be sure to catch it each day because we’ll run a fun little contest too!
Get ready…it’s going to be a sexy ride!