Are You Thirsty ?

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“Are you ready for this trip?” Janet asked Harry putting their bags into the overhead compartment of the country train.2

Harry nodded nervously at the thought of their trip.3

He had been ready for this trip since Monday and it was now Friday. He had taken time away from work to take Janet to her fathers house in the country and then to her mothers in a nearby town.4

Harry sat down in his window seat beside Janet taking her bags from her and slipping them under their seat. He pulled out their blanket spreading it over both of their thighs and smiled. Rubbing his cold palms up and down Janet's warm jeans.5

Janet quivered. 6

Her eyes looking deeply into Harry's. A smile of gratitude lighting her face. Finally they had a moment alone, she thought to herself brushing her fingers against his smooth skin.7

Overhead a voice over signaled that the train was departing. The time it would take and the list of destinations they were stopping at before it terminated in Janet's fathers town. The doors closed. The soft classical music played and the buffet carriages started moving down the isle. Stopping at each seat. Offering a diverse range of food and beverages.8

It was Janet's gift to Harry to take the first class seats. They had always taken economy and it was time to splurge a little and enjoy the finer side of traveling. Not that Janet minded either way. As long as she was with Harry it didn't matter what class she took. Harry was more than a first class worthy man.9

“Are you hungry or thirsty?” Harry asked leaning in for a small passionate kiss upon Janet's supple lips. He had craved it for so long. One kiss, one hundred more. He would kiss her until his lips ached when they got back to her mothers house. It had been difficult getting even a peck from her at her shared home. 10

Janet leaned forward taking Harry's face in both her hands. His smile made her heart melt. He was such a handsome man. She was so blessed to have him. He was a God in her eyes. A statue carved from the finest stone. A man of beauty and passion. A true gentlemen. He was the one she could not live without. And the one she desired more than desire itself.11

“A little,” she whispered embracing the moment of bliss as their lips softly brushed against once another's. Her tongue caressing his luscious full lips. Her cheek brushing against his titillating facial hair. 12

Janet let her hand creep underneath the blanket. Her fingers brushing up and down his thigh. Inching closer towards his crotch, then teasingly moving away. Her hot breath against his neck. Her teeth nipping at his molten hot flesh.13

“Are you hungry?” she whispered seductively. Her tongue trailing up and down his neck. Her fingers moving towards his belt. She sank her teeth into his neck, gripping his flesh hard between her warm lips and her razor teeth.14

Harry leaned closer into Janet's body letting a groan escape him. 15

“Janet,” he groaned again feeling his skin sting with a sensitive, but pleasurable pain. His mind blurring. She knew how to push his buttons. God she drove him inside with those lips and those teeth. His blood pumped furiously around his body. Making every inch of Strain with arousal. 16

Janet opened her lips slowly releasing Harry's skin.17

She moved back, sitting in her seat and grinned admiring the deep Scarlett bruise she had left near his jugular. Her eyes glowing wildly dark like an animal ready to jump its prey. It had been a long three months.18

Harry ran his slender fingers along his bruise. His eyes never leaving Janet's.19

He wanted to take her right now. Mark her. Leave bruised all over her body. He wanted to make her bleed to taste her blood and drain her of her last drop. He wanted to possess her body. Make it his. He wanted to show his love for her in so many different ways. Right here and now. Regardless of the other passengers or the buffet woman who he could see out of the corner of his eye was getting closer.20

Janet moved closer towards Harry. Adjusting the blanket to make sure that her hand was hidden from everyones eyes. Including their own. She dragged her fingers down his crotch. Lingering a few centimeters from Harry's firm erection. Hey eyes changing from wild to possessive. Maddened with love and lust. 21

She wanted to hear Harry moan, groan, scream against her skin. She wanted him to plead for more. To deny her only to give into his own inhibitions and take control of her slipping his fingers inside her swollen sheath.22

Harry looked up to see the buffet lady only two seats away from where they were. Her eyes were looking straight at them. Her expression curious as she served the passages there hot beverages and candy. 23

“Janet,” he said shuffling in his seat. Feeling Janet's hand drag across his raging hard on. He shuddered for a second looking towards her tight peaked nipples that pressed against her  transparent white tee. He closed his eyes. Fighting against every urge to take her nipples between his finger tips and tweak them until she begged for him to stop.24

Janet stopped. Looking confused.25

Harry pointed towards the buffet woman as she stopped at their seats. Ushering silently towards her offerings.26

“Right, drinks,” Harry said. His cheeks flaming red. His hard on straining painfully against his jeans as Janet rested her hand. Keeping it still. 27

“Janet are you thirsty?”