Holiday Rails Part 3

Part 3
Stacy wasn’t sure if she would meet up with the Kent Webster again, but if she did she wanted to look her best. A black sheath dress that was fitted on her 5’4” slender frame fit her well. Gold earrings falling to her shoulders and a gold necklace that she’s worn since graduation completed her outfit. The necklace she noted fell to the inside of her dress which was fine with her, it had a habit of doing that and it never bothered her, finishing with a pair of red Blahniks completed the outfit.
As she made her way down the hall she could hear sobbing and muffled voices coming from the room where the argument occurred. She’d hoped that they were making up and that all would be well between the two, but who was she kidding?  She wanted to know that man on a more intimate level and this was just not going to work. Even the thought of him made her insides clench.  “Breathe Stacy breathe, everything’s going to be okay.” She muttered to herself.
At last she made it back to the dining car and could see the other ladies waiting for her at their table. As she came forward they all smiled up at her. Denise, Marisa & Leigh Ann were talking about the ball coming up in a week. Stacy remembered she had tickets. Now would be a good time to find out more. She wanted to know what she was getting into, and not sure whether she would be attending. But before she could pull her chair out a hand attached itself to her elbow.
“Miss Lambert, I was hoping that you would dine with me tonight? My companion has taken ill and well, I really don’t like to eat alone.” He says. “I was just getting ready to sit with my friends…” I start to say and Denise interrupts, “Oh no, Stacy, go have dinner with your…new friend. We can talk later if you’re not busy.”
“Ok, I guess you have a companion for dinner Mr. Webster.” “Kent, please.” He states. “Kent. Ladies I will speak to you later.” She says firmly. He leads her away to another table on the other side of the dining car and pulls out her chair for her. “I’m sorry I hope that you’re ok with having dinner with me. The friend that you heard earlier in the hallway is still not feeling well and I really don’t….. like to dine alone.” She finishes for him, as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. He seats himself across the table from me and leans forward in his chair.
“Yes, I heard her crying through the door when I came to dinner.” I say and lean forward in my chair, elbow on table with my chin propped in my hand.  “Was there something that you would like to tell me?  Now would be the perfect time. Otherwise, I leave this table and eat with my friends.” I said smiling.
“Stacy, I…” “Miss Lambert” I say curtly. “I haven’t given you permission to call me by my given name.” Kent never wavering spoke calmly. “Miss Lambert, my companion is an unruly 18 year old who believes she can get one over on me while I’m sleeping. The crying that you heard in her cabin was me telling her she couldn’t leave the train much less her cabin until we get to our destination. At that time, her father has sent another personal body guard to take her back home.” Kent spoke calmly and evenly throughout his explanation and Stacy wondered if he was more pissed at her or the girl crying in the cabin.
I clear my throat and say, “Excuse me.” But, my shoulders start to shake uncontrollably. I couldn’t help it, somewhere deep down the laughter just bubbled out of me. I was laughing at a grown man that couldn’t wrangle in an 18 year old. Shaking my head I say, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you had it so tough.” “Miss Lambert I’m glad you find my dilemma amusing. How would you handle someone like this?”
Since I was still giggling, he was fuming. It was funny. “Well, it sounds like she is always under someone’s thumb. She hasn’t been able to go out and just be herself without someone looking over her shoulder. She needs a companion of some sort, not male of course. But, someone who will take the time to be a “friend” without being a body guard.”
“You’re traveling by yourself. Do you think that’s wise?  You’re a beautiful young woman; surely you’re not thinking that because you’re on a train makes you invincible?”
“No, I do not. I may be traveling alone but I have given out instructions. If I don’t make it to a destination there are plans in place, given to certain people. I also have my will finished and at my lawyers office. I call my parents twice a day, and IM my best friend.  Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
“You’re also very confident, do you think you could help me out with my companion. Help her out until we get to the next destination.”
“Kent, you’re asking a lot from someone you don’t know.” She stated. “Miss Lambert, my first impression of you is that you can be trusted.  I will be around in case you can’t handle her. But, from what I see right now. You are my best bet.” He said.  “Do you think we could order dinner now? Our waiter has been patiently waiting.” He waves him over and looks at the menu, orders for the both of them and hands the menu back to their waiter. While he was ordering she took the time to study this fantastic man.  Starting at his broad shoulders her eyes moved across this man and took in every inch of him.  Stirrings in the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable. He was thick and muscular. Not thin like most, her eyes then moved across his chest that just screamed at her to touch him. Her eyes dipped lower and…what was she thinking? She looked into his eyes and they were the color of aged whiskey. His jaw was strong and determined and he had a great smile. A smile that would melt hearts…
“Miss Lambert?” Stacy pulls her eyes away and realizes she has been staring at him. “Um, sorry what were you asking me?” Kent had to stop himself. He was talking to the waiter ordering the wine and found Stacy staring at him. He spoke to the waiter and turned to find Stacy staring at him his lips to be exact. Her mouth was parted sweetly and her face was flushed. She licked her lips and her breathing was erratic. Oh boy, he wasn’t ready for this. Not here, not now. His intention was to get her to help him with his charge. That’s a lie. He had feelings for her and refused to acknowledge them. He needed time to get over Angie. She was still on his mind after all this time. There hadn’t been another in his life since. And he didn’t want to start now.
“I was asking you if you prefer a chardonnay?” he said. “Oh, sure that’s fine.” she hesitated. Catching her breath she looked away, her gaze fell on her table full of companions that had turned all of their chairs so that they could see what was happening. Stacey couldn’t contain her giggles. The looks on their faces were priceless. Looking at her dinner companion she again apologized for her outburst. “It would seem, that we have an audience.” Stacey nodded toward her companions. Kent turned in his chair and stared directly into 5 sets of eyes. They all lifted their hands and did a wave of some sort. Kent turned around and said, “So, how do you know that lovely group over there?”

French Maid

She’s off to her last appointment. She’s dressed the way he likes; French maid costume, 4″ heels, black lace hose ~ thigh high only ~ and garter belt. Nothing else. She knows he has all the right “equipment” in his home. He’s sent her a dossier of what their “night” should be about. She only brings with her a small courier bag with everything he told her she needs. She smiles to herself as she gets out of her car. Shaking her head.  She doesn’t care what the neighbors think. This is his fantasy and she’s here to fulfill it. She rings the doorbell, but there’s no answer. She expected that too.

It’s all in the details that he had written. She’d memorized every last one of them. Down to his signature. Odd that he had hand written the note. One of several things she had learned about him She opens the door, and remembers her instructions to come straight in and start in the kitchen. “Odd place to start.” She says to herself. She walks to the sink. There are only a few dishes there. She notices he has a dishwasher. “What the hell.” She says and immediately gets to work. She realizes as she turns on the water that someone is behind her.

She starts to turn and he slips his hand from behind to her face., turning her head forward. “No,” he says. “Continue with what you’re doing.” She still thinks it’s odd but continues. He leans her up against him, she can feel him from chest to thigh. She doesn’t know if he’s clothed because she’s closed her eyes. Feeling the charged atmosphere between them, he says, “Open your eyes.” She doesn’t want to, she wants to continue to feel this sensation between them. But, he urges her again.“Open your eyes, or you will feel the consequences,” he states, more forcibly than the last. She gasps, and reluctantly does as she is asked. His hands on her hips move slowly down until he reaches the bottom of her uniform. He slides his hand beneath her skirt, and up her thigh.

Her breathing is starting to quicken. Never has she been so aroused by a stranger. Her hands are still in the water and she would like to take them out and caress him like he is caressing her. She knows that she can’t, she must obey his every command. He’s found her weak spot and nudged his thigh between hers, coaxing her legs farther apart. She lifts her right leg and slides it further to accommodate his now probing hand. She can feel his cock in her back, and she realizes he is much taller than she is but it doesn’t matter,this has turned into something so much more than she thought it would.

His other hand has found it’s way to her breast and has slid inside her blouse. Pinching and pulling at her nipple she cries out in ecstasy. She can’t take it any more and pulls her hands out if the water and puts them behind her reaching for him, turning her head toward his she needs his mouth on hers. She knows it’s taboo but she doesn’t care, rules are made to be broken and she wants to taste this stranger. Whatever the consequences are, she’ll take the risk. Reluctantly, he gives in, knowing that he shouldn’t and she will pay dearly for this later. She’s been worked into a frenzy, first one finger then two. He can feel her body squeezing his fingers she about to explode and so is he.

Much to her reluctance he withdraws his fingers, turns her around and picks her up, forcibly placing her onto the counter, she notices he’s wearing nothing, just the way she likes it. He rips her blouse apart, nipping at her neck, slowly moving down to her breast. Her hands are all over him, kneading his muscles from shoulder to forearm. He stops from going any further, she opens her eyes to look at him, astonished that he’s stopped what he’s doing. He’s looking at her, with longing in his eyes.

She grabs ahold of him and forces him to finish what he’s started. She pulls at his hips his cock ready for her. He plunges deep within her, he wants to be sure that she can accommodate his size, he shivers and continues on teasing and tantalizing her until they become one. She screams in ecstasy and his with his final thrust he comes hard and strong. They are both left panting and with desire in their eyes. He’s not done yet and neither is she, he picks her up, still inside her and carries her to his bedroom…

Ayden & Elizabeth

Ayden & Elizabeth

Their relationship is defined by one moment, a single phrase

A moment in time when there is just the two of them

The realization that love can but, not without the other

A spark ~a glare

A sigh ~a kiss

A whispered breath of what is meant to be

Anticipation, unlike any other

The hunter, the hunted

The Dominant, the Submissive

How quickly Ayden can turn the tables on Beth

Without her knowledge until it’s too late

She’s mesmerized & transfixed

His eyes hold the key that is Ayden Stone…

“You have a fragile beauty Beth,

like a snowflake and I must handle you with care.

Too much heat and you will melt in my hands.”

Ayden’s love for Beth is immeasurable by words alone

His gentleness adoring

His caress is intense

His kiss makes her breathless

Wanting for more

“But then again, I’m not made of Stone.” He smirks

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