If You’re Feeling Sexually Frustrated-A Secret Quickie Might Be The Best Fix!

Recently, I had a secret quickie on the train.

 

The onboard bedrooms were sold out, so the smaller cabin worked for our secret quickie. It was no upscale hotel. They didn’t come with their own private bathroom, unfortunately. My boyfriend and I loved the views out the large window. We slept pretty well with the train rocking us to sleep. In the middle of the night, he woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. I felt him get up and heard the door close. A few minutes later I heard him return and he crawled into bed with me. He seemed to be feeling quite amorous. He was all over me when he returned. We had a fast and furious quickie and then he left again. I wondered why he was leaving again so quickly.

He came back a few moments later and was back in bed with me. This time I was all over him. He’d really gotten me going with that quickie a few minutes before. We fucked yet again, the train rocking giving an extra passionate feeling to things. I really enjoyed making love on a train I found. In the morning I mentioned how he didn’t usually have the energy to go two rounds like that. He asked what I was talking about. I said when you left and came back and we had that secret quickie. He said I must have been half asleep when he came back since we only fucked once. Now I was getting concerned.

In the dining car, a man kept staring at me, and he seemed to want a secret quickie.

He kind of looked like my boyfriend, same build. I’d seen him go into the roomette across from ours when we boarded yesterday. Oh my God, I thought, what if he’d snuck in last night and I had the quickie with him? He smiled at me in an odd, knowing way. I dare not say anything to my boyfriend. Plus, I didn’t want us to get kicked off the train for fighting. I was careful to make sure our door was locked when we went in and out. I couldn’t stop thinking about this bizarre event. That night my boyfriend and I made love again. The rocking from the secret quickie making it feel even sexier than when we were at home. His cock was gliding in and out of me.

I couldn’t help but think of the stranger I was sure that had fucked me the night before. He had, now that I think about it, a bigger cock. It had felt so good in my pussy when I’d cum and clenched down on it. I was half asleep when he’d come in, so wasn’t totally with it. I guess it was just going to be one of those weird things. Then, I kept thinking about the mysterious stranger that likely came into the roomette and had sex with me. I just didn’t see telling my boyfriend would do any good. So I just kept the secret quickie to myself. I found myself fantasizing about it when we’d fuck. Wondering if he’d have been as good at licking pussy as he was at fucking.

I had a feeling he might.

Then, I felt like a bad girlfriend for thinking such thoughts. I couldn’t help myself though. I found myself seeking out quickies from my boyfriend. He liked them but wasn’t too much of a fan. He liked to take his time. Now I was pouncing on him every chance I got almost. In the bathroom, the kitchen, while in the car. I knew I couldn’t ever tell him about the secret quickie. I wasn’t even totally sure what had happened myself. I’ll never really know what happened that night, or why. I guess some things are just odd and you need to let them alone. Delving into them usually doesn’t do anyone any good.

I think I might ask if he’s in the mood for another quickie tonight. They really are fun, and don’t take up much time. My pussy is already feeling wet and horny. I need some cock in it tonight. I’ve been masturbating more than usual as well. I’m turning into one horny bitch, that’s for sure. Well, it’s been an active few weeks since we got back.

 

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