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 It was early...  way too early for normal people to be on the train; just
the culture shifters, the execs, the people who change generations and set
the pace.  That's how Sabine thought of it as she rode the 5 am train into
the city.  As per usual she opted for the Quiet Train against the daily
prattle of the masses as it pulled up into the station of her suburban
affluent town.

   Even though it was still dark it was warm and Sabine chose to wear her
light summer suit.  Impeccably tailored charcoal pencil skirt rising above
tasteful yet tall heels in patent leather holding graceful ankles, toned
calves and shapely legs, silk stockings leaving a small shiny patina as
they ride her legs up into her skirt.  A tailored jacket with blue piping
and a black silk top peeking out from under the collar Sabine does not care
what time it is, she always dresses the part.  And today she has board
members to soothe, share-holders to reassure and peons to yell at.

   The car held no one except one other gentleman engrossed in some
paperwork, also dressed in a very well-tailored suit.  Slim and exceptional
his eyebrow raises as he takes her in.  He has seen her before, has come to
look for her in his daily meditative rides in.  Several times he attempted
an introduction but she always seemed too busy about something, too busy to
notice the world around her.  Jonathan watches Sabine as she sways into a
bench two rows ahead of him, the curve of her hip fantastically and
perfectly filling out her pencil skirt, a nice rounded butt that
looks...well...  looks grabbable.  Jonathan frowns a bit when she sits down
as she is no longer in view except for the top of her auburn hair.

   The train begins to rock forward on its tracks and Jonathan keeps
thinking, "What could introducing myself hurt?  It could be a...  business
contact" he muses as the train begins its ramp up towards the next station
in this the longest section of uninterrupted track to the next stop. 
"Well...  why the hell not," Jonathan thinks and as he rises to make a go
for it the red haired woman rises at the time same time.  Her back was to
him seated but she makes a turn in the aisle moving in his direction. 
There is a small smile playing on her lips as if she was maybe not so
certain, "Is she actually coming to talk to me?" Jonathan wondered as she
pivoted on a long straight heel in his direction.

   Just as the woman began walking down the aisle the train suddenly starts
breaking, the strange sound of steel shrieking and a metallic tang fills
the air; Jonathan is thrown forward against the back of the bench ahead of
him and the woman begins to tumble backward onto the floor below.  It seems
to last forever until at last the train comes to a violent, shuddering stop
and silence falls once again.

   He hears the woman moving about up aisle, and he woozily gets to his
feet to see her on the ground with her skirt most immodestly bustled up to
her upper thigh revealing the garter she wore displaying the creamy thigh
beneath it, "I am an animal, how could I notice at a time like this?"
Jonathan self-admonishes as he rushes up to help her.

   "Are you ok?" asks the handsome man extending a warm and strong hand. 
One shoe was still on but the other was lost somewhere in the car so Sabine
decided to favor the heeled leg bringing her closer in height to him.

   "Oh, um, yes...  yes I think I'm alright.  Maybe a couple of bruises
but...  nothing broken...  You?" Sabine asks scanning the broad shouldered,
firm jawed man in front of her with a hint of salaciousness underneath the
concern..

   "Oh, I am ok...  by the way, my name is Jonathan." Jonathan helps Sabine
to the nearest seat as the train com comes on,

   "Ladies and Gentlemen we have had an accident on the track and will be
unable to continue.  We have called for help and they are on their way. 
Please remain seated and calm until the authorities can get to you.  If you
have sustained injury please use the phone in your car to notify us so we
can help those in need, first."

   " I'm Sabine" She smiles shyly and offers her hand.  Disheveled and a
bit rumbled, Jonathan sees a bit of the girl inside, the one peeking out
from behind the executive exterior.  Jonathan helps her to a seat at the
booth nearest to them and sits beside her, concern and interest in his
eyes.

   "Well, it looks like we might be here for a while." Jonathan says,
turning towards her, "Things like this...they make you realize what living
is for, don't they?"

   "Yes, yes it does.  All the things we do...  all the things we deny
ourselves...  all the ways we make our lives small without stopping to
realize what this is all about, you know?" Sabine looks up at him, a little
sadly.

   "Hey, now..." Jonathan catches her hand to reassure her and an
undeniable electric bolt of lightning courses through him; a potent synergy
of desire that made absolutely no sense in a place like this, in a time
like this...  It was obvious Sabine felt it, too as she certainly did not
pull away, in fact she began to move closer, maybe the brush with death and
dismemberment made the need to reaffirm life all that much greater.

   In a swift and sudden move Jonathan catches her lips, touching her face,
he explores her mouth, her tongue, she reaches for him aching to move
closer as he lifts her up by her waist and positions her on his lap, face
to face, heat to heat.  Mouth caught up in the mutual devotion of one
another Jonathan deftly unbuttons her jacket pushing it down and off her
shoulders, Sabine shrugging out of it the urgency moving closer, their
mutual bottomless selves needing.

   Struggling into one another Sabine begins unbuttoning Jonathan's pants,
unbuckling the belt, attempting to unzip the clasp and free a hot and heavy
bulge, the only thing she wants, the only affirmation of life she needs. 
In this suspended place from the workaday, Sabine has held back a hunger
from the boardrooms from the stock options, from the prying eyes of
everyone, and here she was loading her pussy with hot cock.

   Jonathan lifts her up a bit more to release his very hard and very hot
dick, Sabine 's eyes widen and she takes up the kissing once more while
masturbating Jonathan's dick with skill, rubbing down the smooth head and
descending the shaft she raises one hand, licks her palm (Jonathan groans)
and goes to work.  Slick and firm she works his shaft up and down while
Jonathan grabs her ass and begins to pull up her skirt- no panties!- he
briefly notices as he lifts her up onto his cock.  There was no difficulty
entering her soft, wet: enveloping him tight with need; she is wet with
desire and moans and begins rocking on his cock.  Back and forth like the
sway of a carriage car.

   With his hands on the globes of her ass, he guides her back and forth on
his cock, eyes meeting, not a word being said, just the explosive feeling
of aliveness, of union, of her pussy milking his needing cock.

   She begins to bounce a bit, upping the tempo, obviously needing this as
much as he, while he enjoys her full tits bouncing in time to her hot pussy
riding up and down his shaft, her ass reverberating to the tempo as she
increases the pace, her wet slit tightening up as orgasm begins to envelope
her, she starts to lose control in it so Jonathan takes over, moving her to
the seat of the booth he takes her missionary style, pumping her hard and
deep also close to his own he holds her down and rides it out both of them
cumming, cumming as if it has never happened before in all the history of
the world, their passionate sounds a hearty testament to life.

   Jonathan pushes everything he has into her and she accepts willingly,
greedily flushed and glowing she looks triumphant in the way that women do
when they have been well-fucked.  He kisses her one last time, tenderly
even, hardly believing his luck.

   "I never thought a train derailment would be something to look forward
to." He whispers, tracing one finger down the line of her face.  "But I
have to ask; do you normally go commando to work?"

   The executive begins to reassert itself, even now, pulling down skirt
over cum moistened thigh, straightening the jacket, "Well...  everything
else has to be in its proper place, the one place I can be...myself...  is
below this veneer." She says, eyeing Jonathan with a shrewd look.  "We
cannot always get what we want."

   "Yes, yes you can get what you want." Jonathan says as he begins the
entanglement.  Just in time, too, as shouts from outside help begin to
reach the now fogged up window of the Quiet Car.  Jonathan helps Sabine
rise to her feet and they rearrange their clothing just as first responders
crow bar into the train car, forcing their way in, wondering why it smells
so much of sex...

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