Hard Journey

Hard Journey by Reed Manning

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“I wish you were here,” Rick said. His heat carried right through the phone line. “I wish I were there, too,” she replied wistfully. “But we've got the weekend.” “Not soon enough.” The heat remained. By the end of the conversation, Toni knew what she had to do. Her man was horny, and she was so wet she needed fresh panties. So what if it were Tuesday? So what if he lived in another city? She called the office. “I'm taking a mental health day,” she told the answering machine. Then, checking the train schedules, she saw she could get to New York by ten. Perfect. She reached for the phone to call Rick, and let him know she was on the way. She paused with his number halfway punched in. A wicked smile lit up her fine, young features. No, she wouldn't call. She'd surprise him. What man didn't dream of a hot-to-trot girlfriend showing up at his apartment out of the blue? The thought of the welcoming gleam she knew she'd find in his eyes almost made her drip. Hurriedly she packed an overnight bag. She set out her business skirt, blouse, jacket, and white scarf. Something conservative, to keep the creeps at bay on the train. But underneath, now that was a different story. She got naked and confronted her closet. This would take some thought. Glancing up at the clock, she cursed. When it came to lingerie, a woman shouldn't be rushed. Not when 3

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that was all she planned to be wearing when Rick opened his door. Finally, after holding up a dozen items to the mirror, and trying three on, she settled on a silk camisole and a pair of stockings with lace garters. No panties. She liked the idea of riding on a train, modest as could be to the outside world, able to feel the warm night air caress her beaver with the slightest spread of her legs. She virtually pranced into the train when it arrived. Long hair tucked up with barrettes, lips adorned with no more than a touch of lipstick, she was indeed the image of the corporate insurance adjuster she was during the day. But she knew better. The car she chose was relatively empty, thanks to the midweek lull. She settled down and buried her nose in a book. The dust jacket around the book was from a bestseller, but that was just camouflage. Inside was an erotic classic. She was going to be ready for Rick. “Toni? Is that you?” Toni nearly jumped out of her seat, interrupted just as two of the characters in the novel were climaxing. A man was peering at her from the seat across the aisle. “Martin?” she asked. “Yes,” he said, hopping up and extending his hand. She shook it weakly, a bit dazed. Martin from her sophomore year. Martin who'd helped her comprehend the quadratic formula. How grown up he looked. Ten years had certainly ironed out a few awkwardnesses. “Going to New York?” he asked. 4

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“Um, yes,” she said. The words came out more hesitantly than she intended them to. She was too deep in her mood to carry on a normal conversation. He seemed to sense that. They exchanged ritual pleasantries, asked about a few mutual classmates, and then he gracefully went back to his newspaper, and she to her book. Perhaps they could talk later in the trip. A chapter later, she had become intensely aware of the plastic seat pressing hard against her bottom. The cheeks of her ass clenched involuntarily. The book was really good, her images of what she'd do to Rick were really good, and— And dammit, Martin's presence was contributing to it, too. They'd never dated. Christ, he'd been too shy to speak to her then. But her foremost memory of him was sexual. She'd watched him one day at a track meet. As he'd leaped a hurdle, she'd caught a glimpse up those silly athletic shorts the boys always had to wear. At fifteen, still a virgin, the sight of a boy's jock strap was somehow ridiculously erotic. She was in serious distress. Something hard under her was not enough. She needed something hard inside her. “Excuse me,” she told Martin. She rushed back to the little dressing room in the back and latched herself in. At last. She took her skirt completely off and hung it up. Reaching into her overnight bag, she withdrew her vibrator. Her knees quivered in anticipation. The device hummed. Damn. That could be heard through the accordion door. Oh, well. They might assume she was shaving her legs with an electric razor. In any event, she wasn't stopping now. 5

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She sat down on the little bench and placed the vibrator against her clitoris. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she let go a deep sigh of relief. Yet the pleasure was only the beginning of what she would feel once she had the toy inside her to squeeze. The object descended, disappearing stage by stage into the folds of her pussy. She imagined a cock sliding in, warm and blunt. Already the preliminary tingles were crawling up her thighs and past her ass. Yes, a nice fat cock, thick in diameter, one that would stretch her wide. One she could get a good grip on. Her breathing deepened. Little murmurs bubbled up out of her. The fantasy was working very nicely. Strangely, Rick was not a part of it. He had a skinny dick. Despite the wonderful things he did with it, if she were going to go to the trouble of imagining a cock, it should be her ideal. As her hips began to buck and the orgasm was all but inevitable, she realized someone was watching her. Apparently she hadn't locked the accordion door after all. There, in the small gap between the latch and the frame, Martin gazed in. Her instant impulse was to slam her legs together and shut the door. Instead, hardly believing what she was doing, she gestured him to join her in the little compartment. He stepped in and closed the door, checking twice to be sure that this time it was locked. He stared, bug-eyed, at her openly-displayed twat. He breathed deep. The air was rich with the aroma of woman. 6

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She slid the vibrator out of her pussy and unzipped him. From out of the folds of his boxer shorts emerged a thick, fat cock, already oozing pre-cum. “I see you've been watching for a while,” she murmured, tugging him forward by his handle. She aimed him at her crack. “Listening,” he said, and pressed forward. His dick slid right up into her, along the channel forged by the vibrator. “Oh!” she moaned, grinning from ear to ear at the fit. “That sure hits the spot, Martin. You were a sprinter, right?” “Yes.” “Then sprint!” she commanded. He pumped her hard. Wet slapping sounds echoed throughout the little dressing room. Anyone passing would surely know what they were doing. Oddly, the thought made Toni even more excited. Good God. She was fucking a man she hadn't seen in seven years. On a train! But it felt so good. Martin took hold of her by the upper thighs and pulled her into his thrusts. The warm, blunt end of his head nudged her cervix on each stroke, sending deep pulses into her belly. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him down into a kiss. His tongue was long, salty, and adept. She wrapped hers around it, let it ride deep into her throat. “You don't know how much I dreamed about this, Toni,” he whispered when their lips finally parted. “Really? I had no idea.” Suddenly this was not just a zipless fuck. It was the culmination of years of lust. Toni liked 7

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that. It sent her right over the top. Fire gushed into her crotch. “I'm coming, Martin.” Her hips went into overdrive around his cock, milking him. Deep in an orgasmic faint, she heard his breathing suddenly shift, and knew that the hot convulsions coming up from below weren't entirely hers. Any remaining friction vanished, overtaken by whipped cream softness. Savoring the afterlude, she didn't open her eyes until his last, belly-deep sigh. His wrinkled forehead showed such concern that she laughed. “Something wrong?” “Was I supposed to come inside?” he asked. She grinned. It was a little late to be asking, but she appreciated the interest. “I'm on the Pill. Anything else I should know?” “No. No problem from my end.” “Then we're cool,” she said seriously. “Except...” She felt a liquid load poise on the brink of her perineum. “Got any Kleenex?” “Sure.” He handed her several. As he pulled out, she caught the glob of semen just in time. It required all of the tissues to hold it. “My!” she said. “How long's it been?” “Too long,” he replied, smiling as she placed the wadded Kleenex neatly into her purse—the little room had no waste basket—for later disposal.

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She'd have to make sure she dumped it out before she got to Rick's, she warned herself. Meantime, she'd consider it a souvenir. “And all I thought you had in you was an incredible mind for math,” she said, chuckling. She was sorry to see his moist tool disappearing into his pants. But he was right. If they stayed in the dressing room much longer, the conductor might bust them. She put away her vibrator, stood up, and slipped back into her skirt. “You first,” she said. “I'll follow in a couple of minutes.” She didn't want to be seen emerging together. **** Toni couldn't keep a straight face as she finished the trip, sitting next to Martin. “This'll give us something to talk about at the reunion,” she joked. She worried they would fall into an awkward silence. But Martin was not the withdrawn type he'd once been. He kept up his end of the conversation so well that when the time came to disembark, she could hardly believe they'd reached the station. “I've got a rental car waiting for me,” he said as she raised her hand for a taxi. “I got it so I could drive upstate tomorrow afternoon. I could give you a lift.” He'd already given her a lift, she almost said. “Yes. Yes, I'd like that.” **** It was not only a car, it was a large model, with four doors. “Whoa,” Toni said. “Wish I could afford something like this.” 9

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“It's expense account stuff. The company picks up the hotel room, too.” She liked it that he didn't try to make himself seem wealthier than he really was. He even held the passenger door open for her. She beamed at the princess treatment. Moments later, they were off. “I hope you don't mind going out of your way.” “Not at all,” he assured her. Inside the car, the air filled with the aromas of their bodies, still redolent with sex. Her nostrils quivered. With some distant part of her brain, she issued directions toward Rick's place. The rest of her was remembering how nicely Martin had filled her. “Martin...” she said, almost too softly for him to hear. “Yeah?” “Will you fuck me again? In the car?” His jaw dropped. “Really?” “Nervous?” she asked impishly. “After the train?” But she realized, without him saying a word, that he wasn't worried about exhibitionism. He was afraid she was teasing. “I want you,” she said huskily, letting the sincerity of her claim sink in. “If you've got another sprint in you, I want to have it.” Suddenly he grinned. “Actually, I don't do sprints that often anymore. I'm a marathon runner nowadays.” “Oh?” she said, mischievously, as he parked the car in an alley. They locked the doors and clambered into the back. **** 10

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He was a marathon man, she thought happily, as she climbed off his prick. Her pussy glowed with well-fucked warmth. How many times had she climaxed? She couldn't remember. Sweat pasted down her camisole—the one item of clothing she still wore. Hungrily she went down on him. The rich taste of her own pussy greeted her. She sucked the juice off, guiding him in and out of her mouth, one hand cupped around the base of his shaft, stroking. He was still clothed, except for the pants and shorts around one of his ankles, and the loosened tie. Toni liked him that way—it was proof that they were so hot, they couldn't wait to disrobe. The windows had long since fogged up, but enough light remained for Toni to read Martin's happy-little-boy expression as she sucked him. His cock was throbbing now. Saliva was frothing along her lips. This was it, she could tell. She'd teased him, she'd fucked him hard with her cunt and her tits and her hands, and now her mouth was going to finish him off. He heaved. “Toni!” he bellowed. Hot jism exploded into her throat. Eagerly she swallowed it. The second wad in a night was always thinner—more drinkable—and gulped it down like syrup. He spurted until nothing more remained. But still she pumped, and still his hips remained poised off the seat. Neither one wanted the sensations to end. Finally, his muscles gave out. He sagged to the seat. They'd been fucking for so long that his cock wouldn't go 11

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down right away, though. She took advantage of his state by climbing back onto the saddle, keeping him inside while they wound down slowly. “You can be my chauffeur anytime,” she purred. At the entrance to Rick's building, as if by magic, they found a parking place. Toni, just done brushing her hair, carefully applied new lipstick, using the vanity mirror in the visor. “Shit. I look like I've just been fucked,” she said. “I'm going to have to beg a shower from my boyfriend as soon as I get inside.” Martin looked at her wistfully. She blushed. “I know. Bad form to talk about my boyfriend in a lover's car.” A lover's car. What a nice ring that had to it. She glanced up at the weathered, dilapidated building. Definitely not as nice a place as this car. As she looked back, she saw that he had a pen out, and was writing something. He held out a business card. “If you ever feel like getting in touch...” he said. She took the card, but held it guiltily. It had his hotel name and room number scribbled on it. “I ... don't think I ever can, Martin.” “That's all right,” he said, clearly lying. “I understand. Thanks for everything, then.” It had been only twenty minutes since they'd left the alley, but already the flutter had returned to her belly. “Martin, would you ride up with me?” she asked suddenly. “I don't want to ride that elevator this late at night all by myself.” He blinked. “Sure.” 12

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She told herself she only wanted one last kiss, one last hug, a little company. But just before they reached Rick's floor, she pressed the emergency stop. “Hey, what...?” Martin asked. Any further comment was muffled by her mouth as she pressed hers to his. A thorough liplock session later, her hands slid his pants and shorts down to his thighs. One hand hefted his cock. It was already turgid and heavy and growing rapidly. She knelt suddenly and licked it up and down its length until it was as hard as if he hadn't spent half the evening fucking her. “I really do have to say good-by and forget you,” she said. “But if this is it, then I want a proper send off.” She wrapped her lips around him, gave him ten seconds of her best head, and got on her hands and knees in front of him, pussy high and ready for him. **** Toni sighed dreamily as the elevator doors closed. It was over. She'd quite possibly never been laid so well, but, yes, it was over. Despite tonight's exception to the rule, she was a one-man woman. She turned and walked down the corridor. And yawned. God, what time was it? She glanced at her watch. Almost two a.m. Thank God Rick worked an eleven to seven, or he'd be asleep by now. She gnawed on her lip. She wasn't sure she could stay awake to fuck him, much less be capable after the sessions with Martin. That would sure be an ironic end to the night she'd originally planned. 13

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But she was a woman of her word—even if she'd never promised anybody but herself what she would do. She turned into the entryway to Rick's apartment. She was now hidden in a niche, out of sight of the elevator and other apartment doors. In this shadowy, private spot, she stripped down to the camisole and stockings. There, she was all set. She raised her knuckles to the door. —And heard sounds drifting through the crack under the door. Distinct, unmistakable sounds of enthusiastic sex. Bedsprings, heavy breathing, murmurs of affection. That bastard. That two-timer. That— She caught herself before she kicked the door. What was she thinking? She was standing there with another man's leavings rolling down her legs, arguing fidelity. The moans of the woman inside reached a fever pitch. “Oh, Rick! Oh, Rick!” she cried. Toni pursed her lips. The girl, whoever she was, was obviously having a better time with her boyfriend than she'd ever had with him. Stepping back from the door, she scooped her clothing off the floor. In her coat pocket, she found the business card she'd been so recently given. Fate was just giving her a helping hand, this evening. A fond smile blossomed on her face. She wondered what Martin would look like with his clothes off.

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