Train to nowhere Erotica

She met him on the train to Verona, Italy. They were sitting opposite to each other, the train was packed with families going on holiday, business men and women as well as couples going away for a romantic interlude.
They were both reading travel books on Italy. They had noticed each other but said nothing until their eyes met, they laughed and started to chat, It was a very long journey to Verona.

He spied her as soon as he got on the train and headed straight to her seat, sitting directly opposite her. God she was attractive. Long dark hair, deep pools of Brown for eyes and perfect cupid bow lips. She had a open smiley face. He was shocked to feel stirings and placed his bag over his lap for a bit.
He noticed she was reading the same travel book he had, so he got it out and pretended to read.
He was delighted to find they were heading to the same city, conversation was fun and flirty, they didnt stop talking the whole way. Time flew by and soon, it seemed, it was time to say goodbye. They exchanged numbers promising to get together for dinner or drinks, soon.

Verona was a beautiful cosmopolitan city, historic with wonderful restaurants and pavement cafe's, Great looking men around every corner, great shopping Versace and Gucci shops, which she loved, she did a lot of smiling.
Her first day she indulged in some recreational shopping and people watching in street cafe's. The sun was beautifully warm, the sky unbroken blue, a pleasure to just sit and sip coffee.
She purchased some gorgeous underware, shoes of course, a beautiful Gucci watch and some lusty perfume. Shopping had given her an appetite, so she found her favorite pizza restaurant in Verona, you have to have real Italian pizza when in italy! She took her seat outside, then she saw him.

He had spotted her earlier and decided to follow her while she shopped. He was impressed, she obviously had money, now she had spotted him so he sauntered over to her, taking the opportunity to ask if he could join her. She seemed delighted. They shared a great pizza, drank Limonchello's and walked together around historic Verona, even going into Juliets house standing on the balcony where she called her Romeo. It was a fun afternoon. She was expecting a business call so they returned to her hotel having a few more drinks in her room. There was a great view to the amphitheatre. He asked her if she would like to go as La Traviata was on the next evening. She loved that opera, it was lovely and sad, would make her cry, so they arranged to meet early the following day to have dinner first.

Alone in her suite she was worried about the earlier call, business was business but this was not a good job for her.
She looked forward to tomorrow, she had never before watched opera in the open.
She slept fitfully.

He was so looking forward to the evening with her, he was feeling nervous, hoped they would end up back at her room. The day was going too slow for him, he had business with his father which was bound to be stressful, but he knew it had to be done. His family were in the hierarchy of the italian branch of the Mafia, drugs were they're forte and he hated it, he wanted out!

She had a job to do and do it she will but tonight was about fun. She did some business over the phone while eating lunch in her room, then bathed in some gorgeous bubbles and dressed carefully, casually sexy, well it is alfresco.

He knew a family run restaurant with authentic homemade Italian food, good wholesome cooking.
Over dishes of olives, brushetta, balsamic vinegar/olive oil and pesto he opened up about his family, his formative years, it was a happy family life, he left out their business interests. She was less forthcoming but but a good listener and he really was good to look at.
He knew the owners of this amazing place, they ate some beautiful pasta smothered in creamy seafood sauce. She felt light headed, electric and at home with him in this cosy place.

They walked hand in hand to the amphitheatre. He loved holding her hand, it felt like love, amazing really as he didnt know her but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
She loved La Traviata, such sorrow. A good opera always made her cry, it was an inner release.

They strolled slowly back to her hotel. He really liked her, even though he knew who her family were, that their families were at loggerheads, were at war. She didn't know this yet and he wondered if it would make a difference to her after tonight, it didn't to him. She captivated him, he wanted to be with her no matter what anyone else thought. He hoped she would feel the same.

She felt sexually heightened, like a tightly coiled spring, going through to the bedroom she returned with just a thin silk robe on. He could see the outline of her body through the silk, her nipples jutted out and he felt stirrings, in fact he was getting uncomfortable.
She poured them both a drink, knowing the effect she was having on him, she handed him his and downed hers in one.
She stood in front of him, parted her legs and stradled him. She unbuttoned his shirt while kissing him. She was wet already, he put his hands inside her robe, feeling for her clitoris, kissing her breasts, her nipples were so suckable.
She was really aroused now so she reached down to open his fly, rose a little to pull his trousers and underwear down.
She lowered herself onto his errect penis, slowly at first savouring the feelings that were coursing through her body, oh this was such pleasure.
He rose to meet her, they became quite frantic like they both needed the release. He just couldn't stop, he was kissing her while thrusting deep inside, she was moaning little squeals escaping her. They came together panting for breath, wet through with sweat smiling at each other at their intensity.
They made their way through to the bedroom and there he took her in his mouth. She loved this, moans of pleasure escaped her as he licked her clit, fingering her and sucking, licking up her juices. She was arching her back, moving her pelvis up to meet his tongue. God this was amazing, he really was a master at his craft. She was nearing climax now, her body tingling nearing pain, jerking, she cried out as she came. She had to stop him as the pleasure was becoming unbearable.
She rolled him over onto his back and took his engorged penis in her mouth. Oh he really was beautiful. She took him slowly, sucking all of him slowly, fondling him gently, playing with him sucking just his helmet, this drove him nuts, he wanted to be inside her not in her mouth. She sucked, licked, poked and prodded till he really couldnt stand it.
He pulled her up to kiss her, long sexy soft kisses, then, when he had calmed down and his heart was not beating a tattoo in his chest he found her clitoris. He moved his cock back and forth along her clit, she was moaning and moving with him, he was sucking her nipples. She reached down and guided his cock into her, they moved slowly together, kissing, caressing, stroking. She loved his face, loved the feelings he was evoking in her. They both rose to meet each other, became lost in each other. He  brought her legs up a little so she tightened on him and he went so deep inside her it took them both to orgasm, earth shattering beautiful orgasm.
Collapsing into each others arms they giggled, who knew it could really be this great. They talked into the early hours then slept soundly in each others arms.

In the morning they had breakfast together but both had work to get on with.
They arranged to meet later for a meal in a Venetian restaurant he knew. After kissing goodbye he left for his fathers office.

She took her call and made all necessary arrangements for her new job, she really wasn't looking forward to it but she was good at what she did.

He liked to walk to his fathers office in the centre of Verona. He was thinking of her and thought he would arrange a romantic trip to Venice. He was smiling as he was making arrangements in his mind, he didnt feel the bullet when it struck mid forehead.
She calmly took the rifle apart, put it in her bag and walked away. He never knew what hit him, well she was the best of the best at what she did.
She had an itch to scratch, which she did and now onto the next.

Running to stand still

The village stood high in the hills, desolate for some but exciting for the maid and her Lord. They had left everything they had ever known and loved, moving continents to start a new and exciting chapter in their life, neither knew what lay in store or even if they would survive.

Their new home was private with a beautiful stone wall keeping out anyone they wished but they loved their new neighbours, set about trying to learn the new way, to read and speak, this proved to be difficult as anyone interested was only concerned with learning their strange language.

Life was exciting, especially in the depths of winter when the snow came and come it did.
Getting stuck in the snow was an experience all right, snow up to the Lords thigh's their cart wedged tightly due to it being fine when they left home but the snow in this strange land fell swiftly. Having to dig their way out, every morning clearing a way and chopping wood all day. They learnt new skills of survival, having both been cosseted in their previous lives, this gave them a sense of pride, a joy in their exhaustion.

The maid cared for the live stock, milked them, made cheese, yogurt, bread,  while her Lord tilled the land grew the food everything they, and the animals ate, survival was dependant on their work and she loved it., .
Their cottage was warm and comfortable in winter cool in the heat of the summer. They made a pond on their land to cool off in summer, but life was missing something for the maid, she yearned for a child of their love. Would they ever be able to do this, to feed a child? Oh yes she knew that for the first year she could feed the child herself, but after that? They would have to make their life here first, know they were able to sustain themselves as well as a child. Oh she yearned for her child that was yet to be.

The Lord was not so enamoured, after the first year where time in this strange and exciting land was just that, exciting. Now though not so much. They had to work very hard to keep alive, make the house livable, gather animals which would feed.and cloth them. This meant keeping the animals warm and well fed too. All too much trouble for him as he had to grow their food and bedding as well as their own. He did not envisage this!  He was not sure the maid was worth it and found his time better away from her constant twittering of the child she now wanted to foist on him. Urgh, he could not stand the little oiks. He would rather have a boy capable of being out in the fields with him working the land and it was a good few years before that would be possible, in the mean time he would have to grow even more food to feed the extra mouth. He never considered it could be a girl.
If only the maid knew what he thought about in his head, the things he called her, the way he thought about her. He was well and truly fed up.

He loved the control over her not knowing his thoughts, she and everyone else were still under the impression that he was still utterly happy and in love with his maid, but he really wasn't.
The truth was he was incapable of true feelings, oh he could put them on, make it seem real, and possibly in the beginning of something new they were, but then he always changed. Now though he thought he was very clever, able to hide who he really was and project this other persona to the world about him.

The maid started to feel very lonely. Her lord was different, quieter, distant. He said he was fine, nothing was wrong. He never criticised her but she would catch him looking at her with a strange look on his face, like he was thinking something not quite nice.
She missed her family, had no one to confide in or ask what they though, what she should do.

Life continued, hard work keeping them going, enabling a way of life however meagre.
One cold sleety morning a very attractive man called over the wall to her lord. He was allowed entry to her home so she busied herself making a warm soup & wine, to chase away the chill. Serving them she was told the man was going to be joining them, for a while. He was going to work the land, do repair jobs, for bed & a little sustenance.
The maid was shocked, secretly excited, the man made her feel feelings lost long ago.

Work was hard but the weather was warmer now, the sun shone and warmed their backs, the breeze no longer a worry. The man was wearing only his bottom clothing and this excited the maid. God he was good looking. She caught him many times watching her with those lovely kind eyes. Sometimes their hands brushed together and an electric shock rushed through her body, his too she thought.
He slept in the barn now as he liked the warm air on his body and he could go rest away from everyone in the afternoon heat. It was too hot now to work from noon till late afternoon. He would retire, remove his clothing and think of the maid. He thought of her as his maid, he knew she wasn't but he loved her from afar.

One weekend the lord had been drinking in the local public house. He had insulted a local peasant who had retaliated with a club to the back of his legs. He was now in the Dr's house being looked after, no one knew if he would walk again.
The maid instead of feeling sorrowful was elated, she wasn't sure why, she thought she loved him?

The man came in for food. They sat quietly at the table, a rickety old top with legs nailed to it. He picked at his food and she noticed his hands were shaking. She rose from her seat and walked towards this beautiful man with those eyes, she took his knife from his hand and turned his face to her. He had her hand and suddenly he was kissing her, deep soulful kisses, touching her very being, bringing her to life. She melted against him, all rational thought gone from her she just knew this was where she was born to be.
He gently slid his hand up her skirts , along her thigh to her most secret places, she thought she would die of pleasure, never before had she experienced this with her lord. He was crying soft tears of happiness, to have her in his arms was something amazing. He was trying hard to not lose control himself, he was hard, so hard he could feel his need to have her was so intense. She was abandoning herself to him, trusting him. He was kissing her mouth, her lips, he loved her lips. He peeled away her under garments so to feel her wet in his hands. Little cries and moans were escaping her as he gently rubbed his whetted fingers around her clitoris.
She had never felt such joy, such pleasure, ohhhhh it was taking her over and she felt she would lose consciousness, her body started to tighten and hot feelings were overtaking her. Suddenly she spasmed and shuddered with a loud cry, oh my God she screamed. What happened?
He gently laid her down, removing her top blouse he sucked her nipples while fondling her breasts, he loved her and loved these feelings she provoked in him. He wanted to care for her, love her and make love to her. They kissed deep soul touching kisses then he moved down and she did not know what was going to happen, but she was excited. She automatically took his penis Into her mouth, licking him, feeling him he was hard, engorged and beautiful. He tasted musky, manly, beautiful. She licked around the top poked her tongue into the little hole tracing it with her tongue, mmmmmm, she had never done this, it was so exciting making him moan, Little spasms. She sucked gently and licked and sucked his length, along the shaft, it was delicious.He put his hand under to stop her, so she cupped his balls & stroked him while she was relaxing into what he was doing. She was moaning in pleasure, God this was what she had been missing out on. She was arching her back and moving to and fro.
He was amazed at how she was reacting to him. She was sweet in his mouth. He just wanted to slam into her he was so turned on, she was his!
Her body was stiffening as he was sucking her juices and using his fingers inside her, stroking back and forth, she was wet and delicious.
She was in heaven wrapped up in him, never would she have guessed, never could she have thought!
 She cried out in an explosion of emotions, running through her whole body, she threw him off her onto his back. She took him In her mouth, playing with him. Then she kissed him on the mouth, she could taste her cum on his tongue, she smiled as she straddled him opening herself up to his size and lowering onto him the feeling was intense. She had no idea this was how it should be. He raised up to meet her and they moved together with an intensity so strong. He moved her up and down on him and was flying, he was so hot! Never before had he experienced this feeling of intensity. He gently rolled her to be under him, now he could hold out no longer. He moved deep, deeper, she was crying with pleasure, they were kissing all the while and he lifted her legs which sent them both over the edge. They came together with a roar, a cry  and clung together.
Both completely sated, devoid of energy wrapped in each others arms.
If the lord ever recovered he would find his house empty.