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How to pleasure a sleeping women.

He puts the laptop on the table between us, and we both taptap in harmony. He drinks what looks like strawberry ribena even quicker than I drink mine, and I guess out of politeness when gets gets up for another, he asks if he can get me one. I ask for a sol, but he's seen the other glass, and I guess he's a drinker, because he picks it up, sniffs it and asks if I want another tequila. I do.

When he orders a double for me and I hear him get a large vodka and cranberry juice (which I didn't even know was a drink), I kind of smile to myself, and then I go back to my guide and he taps into that laptop. I get the next one - he doesn't argue - and excuse myself. A total of maybe twenty words between us. As I get to the carriage door, I involuntarily turn back. He's not looking, and I have no idea why I did.

In the toilets, I change. My nightwear is more all-encompassing that the clothes I've taken off. T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. I keep the bra on for decency's sake. Put on a fresh pair of socks and go back to the carriage, where the lights are dimmed way down and the lady is gently snoring in a top bunk.

I see mr america has staked a claim on the middle bunk. There are six beds and three of us, so we have a 'layer' each. I take the lower tier, crawl in and pull up my blinds a little to see the fields rush by. Aberdeen is eight hours away. I'm tired and more than a little drunk. I lie down under the blankets and the world, as lights, rushes by.

I put my phone under my pillow, and I am on my back, as I just feel myself let go and relax and float off. I wake up sometime as the door opens, but half feigning, half actually sleeping, drift back...

I wake quite gently, as a finger touches my lips, softly, not threatening, in a hush-ing motion, and there's a slight shhh, as I feel the blankets lift up and a body crawl in next to me. Still drunk... maybe... but not concerned in the slightest. Fully dressed, like me.

I roll onto my side, facing the wall and he clips on behind me, arm casually over my body. Five minutes, an hour later, I wake up and roll round to face him. The lull and rock of the train barely cover the sound of my breathing as he leans forward, put his hand on my chin and soft soft, kisses me lightly on the lips. A stretch becomes a turn, and I lie on my side again, as he wraps himself around me, arm, hand under my t-shirt and that pointless bra, stroking my entire top half, cupping my breasts, slip-sliding down to the top of the tracksuit pants, which we remove, and over the knickers, which we don't.

Deftly pushing the crotch to one side, licking those fingers (a totally unnecessary act, but an appreciated gesture), as I lift my knee up, just making any access easier, and then turn back round onto my back. He leans, you lean, over me and we see how I kiss, because I seemed to have forgotten and that's a shame, you, with that hand still rubbing around, as your head goes down to those way more than a handful breasts, nipples, and sucks and nibbles in a way that would have even me gently moaning, whispering your name in that darkness with an 'oh', except that I can't because our third party is still gently snoring, so I bite my lower lip, and you bite my neck, and it's all biting and panting, as you look at me, eyes up, and you kind of smile and I kind of wonder whether I should stop this, but not really because I feel how soft and warm your tongue is, and I just know how it's going to feel and that's not a feeling for stopping.

So your face, your mouth, your tongue, is everywhere, and you're flicking like a lizard and sucking away, and you pause and bite my inner thigh, and my lips are so bitten I can taste it, and I'm thinking of the webguide I was reading earlier and bits flash into my mind as I pull your body, currently half off the bunk, round so that I am on my side, you on yours, kind of head to toe, but not, and both with access to the task at hand. But for now, you, I'll leave your bit to you, and I'll tell you what I do =)

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