Sunday Short: Train of THOTs (Lesbian)

“I forgot my lipstick, does anybody need anything while I’m back there?” Jade asked. 

She was sitting in the dining car next to her husband Michael and in front his friend/work partner, James. James was sitting next to an empty seat. His wife, Isobel, had been MIA the entire night. James, like Michael, was dressed in his three piece tailored suit, so for her not to be there was kind of weird. He blamed it on a migraine. Jade knew “migraine” was a female code word for get the hell away from me.

“No thank you, darling,” Michael said to his wife.

“No thanks-oh,” James stopped himself, patting his jacket. “You know what, I think I forgot my Cubans. Can you ask Isobel for them?”

“Sure, anything else?” Jade asked.

“Nope...no, thank you. They should be in my sports coat hanging over the chair.” James replied. Jade excused herself from the table.

Jade didn’t leave her lipstick behind, she was extremely uncomfortable in her wool pencil skirt. With thighs of fire, the only thing she wanted to do was sit in a cold room and lift that thing up over her waist.

It didn’t help that her own husband was so dashing, turning her on by his mere existence, but her having to face the handsome James as well made her absorb all this extra heat. Add to the fact that she was going to have to be alone with Isobel, hiking the wool over her waist and spreading her thighs wide on the bed was a necessity. 

Isobel was short, of Spanish background, and with a giant straw of a personality. Her skill in conversation, combined with that deadly smile of hers, suck in entire rooms. Her character was matched by her looks. Thick in the right places: her lips, chest, and ass were plump while her waist remained thin. Her brown skin could keep a tan through the harshest winters. All of Isobel's blessings were Jade’s curses. 

On her bed, Jade thought about Isobel while her legs were wide open and her skirt was over her waist. She was petting her inner thighs when swift reason dictated what she was doing was making the coals of desire burn worse within her. Eventually, she cooled off by thinking of tennis.

With the lipstick in hand, Jade knocked on Isobel’s door. Her heart began to knock on her chest. She’s spent hours near Isobel, but never alone. To share a room with someone so beautiful and phenomenal made her nervous. There was no answer at the door. A couple of knocks later, Jade tried the handle. It’s unlocked. She enters. The room, empty.

“Isobel? Isobel?”

Hearing the shower going, Jade tiptoed into the room. She almost tiptoed past the steaming slit in the bathroom door before curiosity took over. She wanted a peek at Isobel’s vulnerability. 

Opening the door carefully, Isobel’s back was turned. As she washed her hair, soft white foam flowed down to her lower back where it would stop on a beautiful tan shelf of an ass before cascading over her faultless cleft.

Jade felt steam rise within her. Seeing this perfect woman in the flesh made her want to touch herself again. She’s never been attracted to any woman before, but there was something almost supernatural to the pull Isobel had on anyone who laid an eye on her.

At that moment, Isobel raised her arms to wash her hair. A motion that made Jade as wet as the hair Isobel fanned her fingers through. Then she chin cocked over her shoulder to look behind her. It was a pose more than anything else. Fearful that she was caught, Jade backed away as quiet as possible.

Between the train’s steam whistle blaring overhead, the clack-clacks of wheels on the tracks underneath her, and the throbbing heart pounding away in Jane’s ears, she did not hear the shower shut off, nor did she hear the door to the bathroom silently open behind her as she rushed to find James’s cigars.

She found the Cubans right where he said they were. Her nervous, fumbling hands and a tumbling heart made it near impossible to grab them. She turned to leave, but collided into the naked firm body of Isobel. Their lips almost pressed together. Excitement and fright thundered up the rails of Jade’s spine.

She glanced down and confirmed that Isobel was naked before her. In the glimpse Jade saw the perfect tits, the dead center, brown, hard nipples, the flat stomach, the beads of wetness that clung to it all. She flicked her eyes away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” Jade quickly expressed.

“What are you doing in here?” Isobel asked. Her hands rested on her hips with elbows flared out in a power stance.

“I-uh-well…,” Jade stammered.

Isobel had wits by the buckets. When she saw the cigars and lipstick in Jade’s hands, she pieced it together.

“Lemme guess, James sent you for his cigars while you were grabbing your lipstick.”

Jade looked at Isobel shocked at the guess.

“How did you guess that?”

“They’re in your hands. Unless it’s you who smokes cigars and James decided to start wearing lipstick.”

Noticing Jade's gaze away from her, Isobel called her out.

“Jade, we have the same body parts. Are you shy or am I grotesque?”

“What, no. That’s not it at all. You’re always stunning,” Jade pleaded, her attention now trained directly on Isobel’s eyes. They were black pools shaped by lust, deviousness, and danger. All equally scary and alluring at the same time. Their twinkle always holds the dead center of her pupils for that extra burn of desire.

“So you’re shy?”

“Yes, I guess. It’s just...it’s unexpected to see someone nude.”

“It’s unexpected to find another woman going through my husband’s sports coat.”

“I knocked. And the door was open...,” Jade stammered.

“It’s alright, Jade. I understand,” Isobel said. A small hint of her parent’s imported accents played through her voice. “Where are the boys now?”

“In the dining car.”

“How many drinks deep are they?”

“Michael is on his third scotch, and I’d say James would be on his six—no—fifth.”

Isobel rolled her eyes mumbling, “His train won’t be going through any tunnels tonight.” She smiled into Jade's pretty blonde face. “All men want is to fuck, and drink, and to fight, and always too much of one at any given time.”

“I suppose so.”

“What about you, you ever drink too much to not want to?”

Jade was a bit confused, but not overtly dumb to what Isobel was hinting at. She just didn’t want to be too forthcoming with her answer. 

“Want to want?”

The smirk that came across Isobel’s mouth made the curve between Jade’s thigh arc with electricity.

“...Fuck.” The way Isobel said it, with a fry in her voice and the hard K, made Jade soak through her panties. Embarrassment flushed over her face. She tried to excuse herself out of the room.

“I must be going now, will I see you in the dining car?” Jade asks as she passes Isobel for the door. She almost had it opened before Isobel responded. 

“Why see me then, Jade, when you could see me now?”

Derailed in her attempt to escape, Jade was now confused. Did Isobel hold the same attractions as she did? Or was this some kind of layered joke she wasn’t getting? She got a hint of an answer before she knew it.

With graceful intent, Isobel came behind Jade, placed the flat of her hand just above Jade’s shoulder onto the door, and pushed it closed. The other hand pinned Jade in, and locked the door behind her. Isobel might have been looking up into Jade’s eyes, but she was definitely the one in control.

Coals of love burned white hot, turning the moisture from her cunt into steam. The engineer of her primal instincts has suffered a heart attack. The dead man’s controls are broken. She has nowhere to go but to ride this speed rail of lust, deviousness, and danger of a cliff. Their lips were inside an inch of each other. Jade could not back up any further and retreat from her feelings for Isobel any longer.

“Can I borrow your lipstick?” Isobel whispered, her gentle breath touching Jade’s lips. “I always want to look good in front of company.” 

She plucked the red stick out of Jade’s hands, opened it and applied it. Jade watched as the red paste swept and slowly bent Isobel thick lips. Not knowing what to do, or how to relieve the anxiety Isobel was creating for her, Jade's legs burned inside her skirt. Pressure was building within her core. Isobel the conductor was doing nothing but throwing more coal on Jade’s fire.

“Oh, looks like you need some more too.” The same lipstick that was on Isobel’s lips is now on Jade’s, raking her bottom lip. 

The taste of Isobel was still on the tip. A flavor that made Jade’s taste buds greedy. They demanded more flavors of Isobel, and wanted them in huge gulps. No thought, no movement, no retreat will quench their desire otherwise. And Jade gave in.

Springing forward, she lashed her tongue out from behind the lipstick, catching Isobel's lips. In the passionate moment, Isobel’s tongue came out to dance. With the lipstick between them, their lips locked. 

Rouge gloss spread beyond their lips and onto their tongues, sharing blood red juices that were smeared, and splashed, and enjoyed. Jade’s legs shook wanting more, whatever more was, and fear of being caught. With growing nerves, she pulled away from Isobel.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I can’t do this. I have to go.” Jade hated herself for having said that. She wanted to stay. To explore the excitement of something she’s never done before.

“Jade, honey, there’s nothing wrong with this.”

“But what if we’re caught?” Jade asked, realizing that one of the husbands walking in was the only thing making her want to walk out.

“That won’t happen.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because, James left his key behind.” Isobel nodded over her shoulder. On the dresser was a key to the room. 

Jade looked into the lust pool eyes of Isobel and found her tongue parting her thick lips again. The slick tracks between her thighs rumbled wet when she wrapped her arms around Isobel’s neck.

“I don’t know what to do?” she admitted into the lips of Isobel.

“I’ll show you.”

Isobel’s hand traveled up Jade’s pencil skirt. At the same moment, her tongue traveled down her neck where she sucked and lightly bit her. She could feel the cool air rise on her blazing hot skin as the skirt went higher, and higher, and higher. Finger’s dragging on her inner thigh coming closer to her wet core.

Her body was too hot. Through her dizzying turn into ecstasy she found herself wanting to be just as naked as Isobel. When those traveling fingers found her wet tracks over her underwear, Jade's lungs demanded air immediately. 

She yelped a small sound she couldn’t contain. The swirling pistons of Isobel’s fingers on Jade’s clit made her soak through her silk panties.

“Don’t get too loud,” Isobel whispered into her ear before drawing Jade’s lobe between her lips, leaving a red stain. “We don’t want anyone to catch us,” she grinned. The swirling pistons repositioned Jade’s silk underwear to the side with force.

Flesh on flesh demanded another gasp, louder than the last, forcing Isobel to cover her mouth with her hand. But those pistons never stopped swirling her hard clit. The steady rhythm made her want to scream. Michael never touched her like this before. It was always forceful, always like a beast. This was delicate, gentle, the perfect amount of pressure.

The fingers doused with forbidden lust and Jade’s succus, slipped past the wall of her clit and probed her tight tunnel. One finger slipped inside and hooked up with confidence. Jade’s body wanted to fall, her legs weakened by Isobel hitting a spot inside her she’s never felt before. 

Held up by only the door behind Jade and the finger in her, Isobel slipped in a second finger for support.

Undulating her hips, Jade couldn’t stop her orgasm from steaming out of her. The pressure was too much.

“Go ahead, my love,” Isobel said with a breathy voice. “Cum. Cum while I finger fuck you.”

The release came and thundered through her. The proverbial light at the end of her tunnel smacked her vision. The tunnel itself contracted and tightened, stopping the two fingers within from killing her with intense pleasure. When Isobel took her fingers back, Jade fell to the floor, a pile of her formal rigid self. As she went to the floor, she held her arms around Isobel's neck. Their tongue intertwined in a sensual dance.

There was a point when they parted. Isobel stood over her with her pussy lip level to Jade’s. Slightly swaying in her stance, Jade could easily see beads of wetness glistened over her mound. The perfectly shaped labia in front of her eyes begged for a kiss. Her eyes trained up to meet with Isobel’s. She was looking down on Jade with such power, there was no denying her command.

“You are going to suck me, lick me, fuck me with your tongue until I cum on the pretty blonde face of yours. Right here, right now.”

Not knowing what to do, Jade merely nodded and waited for her next set of instructions. There were none given. 

Isobel stepped in a foot closer to Jade and rested the slit of her pussy on Jade’s mouth. Instinctively, Jade parted her red, wet lips with her tongue. She tasted just as dangerous as she looked. 

She was the apple in the tree of knowledge. Her sweet nectar flooded Jade’s face as she softly rocked her cunt back and forth on her wet red mouth. Jade’s tongue tasted the clit down to the slit’s core, and back again.

Grabbing the sides of Jade’s head, Isobel thrusts her hips a little harder, burying her friend inside her. Jade was a complete natural at this, almost knowing exactly what Isobel was looking for.

The pressure within Jade was building was at an all time high. Giving pleasure was turning her on even more than receiving. She needed to release or she was going to burn up. Her own fingers found her dripping wet twat while her other hand made it through her blouse, pinching at her hardened, pink nipple before snapping at it with her fingernail. 

The small drives from Isobel on her mouth got tighter and tighter, increasing her taste on the buds of Jade’s mouth. Her own fingers dug deeper while Isobel began to slightly howl, holding back all the rage her orgasm demanded. She was strong, and made sure to hold Jade’s head stiff as she shivered lustful damnation into willing and receptive lips.

Pulling her pussy away, she saw Jade was about to come. Her movements are out of control, and wild, and free. Isobel didn’t want that yet. She took her by the wrist, made Jade pull her fingers from her cunt, and licked them clean. With Jade’s taste on her tongue, she shared it with Jade.

With her mind spinning around the fact that she had both of their flavors in her mouth, Jade felt as if her mind was having a million orgasms at once.

“Do you like the taste of yourself?” Isobel asked.

“Yes.”

“Take this off. Take all of this off,” she demanded. Jade couldn’t strip fast enough as Isobel helped with her skirt and panties. With her powerful arms, Isobel shifted Jade down before turning herself around and standing over her face, giving Jade another glorious view of firsts. That powerful pussy hovering over her something angelic. 

Without a word, Isobel squatted down and smothered the face underneath her. With two hands, she slammed Jade’s thighs wide open. 

While fighting to breathe, Jade kept licking the pussy resting on her face, sucking on the tempered clit that rubbed across her lips. She stuck her tongue deep down Isobel’s love tunnel every chance she got. When she felt her own legs spread wide, another surge of excitement overcame her. She didn’t care if she’s suffocated to death by Isobel's cunt. 

All thoughts left her blonde head when Isobel’s soaking Spanish tongue glided along her folds upside down. It was a new sensation for her. She felt the mouth part her sweet lips, and suck the hood of her clit. 

Then another new sensation came into play; something had entered her. 

She didn’t know what it was at first, but it was a different feeling than the fingers she was used to. It was thick, rounded, smooth, straight. Whatever it was, it added to intense fire that burned within her. Lust and greed demanded it to go deeper.

She couldn’t tell anymore if the screaming stream whistle was the train’s, or in her head, or herself. Every single nerve within her was being touched and she was fine with them willing to send her off a cliff.

“My little blonde humidor,” Isobel breathed.

Jade realized those weren't fingers in her pussy, but a cigar. She’s being fucked by a Spanish woman and Cuban cigar. The powerful orgasm surged through her spin down to her legs. Her legs could not lock anymore than they did. She had to brace herself for this one, and wrapped her long legs around Isobel’s torso and squeezed.

This drove Isobel wild. She felt every ounce of air being squeezed out of her ribs by Jade’s thighs. Knowing she was about to scream her release, she buried her face into Jade’s pretty pussy while continuing to fuck her friend with her husband’s cigar.

Both Jade and Isobel came screaming into each other. Loud throes of bliss shot from them both. Cascades of each other’s nectar filled both mouths to the brim of their lips. 

When Jade’s legs unlocked, Isobel rolled over on her side, and waited for her vision to return. When it did, she saw that Jade was crying. She snapped to reposition herself to be face-to-face with her new lover.

“What’s the matter Jade,” Isobel asked. First tipping her finger on Jade’s lower lip before giving her a kiss on the cheek with a nudge.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. It felt so right. Like you were in my head the whole time. I don’t know how else to explain it. I’m sorry. I really am happy.” She wiped her tears from her face.

“I thought you were regretting all this.”

“Oh no, not one bit. I’ll cherish this for all my life.”

“Good,” Isobel stated promptly before giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

Moaning inside her new lover’s mouth, she felt relief as the cigar was being pulled out of her. Isobel stuck the Cuban deep down her mouth and held it between her teeth.

“Mmm, Cuban and strawberry.”

A moment passed before they cracked up into a giggle. Isobel gave her one more kiss before she got up and walked to the dresser. 

Jade rolled over to see that amazing woman of hers walk away. She also saw Isobel pluck a match out of her husband’s sports coat.

“Are you coming back to the dining car with me?” Jade asked.

“No.” Isobel launched the match off the side of the chair and lit the Jade cigar. She sat down in the same chair, crossing one powerful leg over the other. The foot on the floor was on pointe like she was wearing heels.

“Tell James that if he wants his cigars, he can get them himself.” She blew out a thick cloud of atmosphere.

At the feet of Isobel, Jade was on her elbows, looking up at the smoking goddess.

-Neon

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