My Forbidden First Time: TGV Stranger’s Command at 50
That summer day on the TGV back to Paris. Midday sun blazing outside. Carriage almost empty. Just him and me, face to face in the wide central seats. Suits crisp, briefcases shut. Rings glinting on left hands. We both scanned files, flipped newspapers. Then silence. Landscapes blurred by.
Stolen glances. My heart quickened. Fifties, fit, tanned. No paunches. Elegant. Him tall, sporty. Me reserved, classy. Eyes met. Smiles flickered. No words.
The Approach
He scribbled a note. Passed it over. I let it sit. Unfolded slow. ‘Stockings or pantyhose?’ Pulse raced. No flinch. Calm breath. Brain spun. Coffee bar invite deflected it. We talked. Tested vibes. Positive.
Back at seats. I ditched my pantyhose in the loo. Proof on the tray. He sniffed, touched. Approved. Conditions laid: free by 5:30pm, no ‘tu’, him leading firm. No violence. My confession: vanilla marriage, no thrill, no skill. Initiate me.
He agreed. Pushed: you’d kneel, suck to revive me? Blush burned. ‘Yes… I’d suck you.’ Heart hammered. No escape now. Remade pantyhose right there. Awkward lifts, hips rising. His eyes devoured. Train pulled in. Gare de Lyon. Silent walk. Hotel in-station. Spacious room. Huge table. My fate.
Bathroom freshen. He commanded silence. Obey only. Duvet on table. Bare wall. I pressed back to it. He kissed light. Spun me. Hands high, feet back. Bent, exposed. Vulnerable. Thrill mixed fear.
The Instant
The Instant. Buttons undone. Bra freed. Breasts heavy, nipples hard. He cupped, teased. Moans escaped. Aisselles sniffed. Bent further. Tits swung. Fingers trailed thighs. Pantyhose down. Heels stayed on. Panties mid-thigh. Pussy bare. Fingers parted lips. Tongue kissed slit. I gasped. Ahaner. Hush, he said.
Finger to lips. Suck one. It’d claim first, deepest. All invade. Juices slick. He stripped to briefs. I hands-behind-neck. Obscene pose. Kneel. Teeth on waistband. Cock sprang free. Hard salute.
Table climb. Awkward, hands locked. On back. Legs wide. He loomed. ‘Good girl.’ Cock nudged lips. First suck ever. Salty, thick. Gagged soft. Learned quick. Slurped needy. He groaned.
Flipped me. Ass up. Entered slow. Filled virgin depths. Thrusts built. Firm, expert. No vanilla. Orgasms crashed. Mine first, shattering. Shuddered. He pulled hair gentle. Deeper. Spent inside.
La Trace. Clock ticked. 5pm rush. Dressed shaky. Pussy throbbed. Innocence cracked. Taxi waited. Kiss goodbye. Eyes locked. Changed forever. Horizons wide. Monotony dead. Craved more.
