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Adrift on the rails
The train's whistle scared Tate awake putting a end to an questionable dream.
Damn, she said grabbing her head sitting up in bed.
Her heart was racing and her breathing was heavy.
Well hell it will after making love like that.
He was the only person sitting there dressed completely in white as if he was a dream.
She noticed the sound of the train hitting every cross tire as she looked for her other passengers. No one,
Walking through the train she was confused it being empty, she went to the conductor but there wasn't one.
The train was driving itself but how? What is going on she thought.
Now he was standing with his back against bar his feet crossed one hand in the other all cool in his usual fashion.
Still confused Tate just walked behind the bar like she knew what was happening. What can I get you she asked him. He never turned around, water he said. Just water you could've got that yourself she thought I got find out what the hell going on. She handed him a glass of water with 4 cubes of ice.
Don't make me wait long he said walking out of the dining car. She hear him say that same exact thing to that woman in restaurant. Don't make him wait long cause he'll get somebody else.
She just stood there looking at his back walking away.
Tate went back to the engine it was still empty auto pilot she thought.
The cars were dark he was standing at her door. Other than her he was the only person there but why?
Her nerves kicked in why was it just him and her there, alone?
He stood almost a foot over her, her head hitting right at he chin as he pulled he close to him.
She didn't pull away, as his right hand slowly moved down to her waist. She could feel the moist heat of his warm hand as went to her back underneath her blouse.
He lowered he mouth to her neck sucking slow and gently.
Tate moaned quietly her body throbbing from his touch
that travelled up the middle back between her shoulder blades. His touch got stronger more deeper more meaningful more passionate. Their knees weaken as their passion lowered them to the floor on top of her.
Fully dressed lowering his pants he allowed himself to gently slid beside her panties.
They both just froze at the feeling. Her body started to tremble her hands shook pulling at his shirt her senses begging for what was next. Her eyes closed as their movement started his hands covering every other part of her body that was available. Her hands gripped his but pulling him deeper as the whistle blew waking her.
Do,doop, do,doop, do,doop the sound of the train was her heart beat as she slowly claimed down from her dream.
What the hell was that she said out loud I don't even know him why am I dreaming bout'im.
His kind doesn't love a woman his kind just lay and play and go away.
That kinda man isn't accepted by Tate ,don't no man lay play and go away with her not even in her dream.
Without love she don't sleep with anybody. But she could feel that it was more than that more than just your simple fling.
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Damn, she said grabbing her head sitting up in bed.
Her heart was racing and her breathing was heavy.
Well hell it will after making love like that.
He was the only person sitting there dressed completely in white as if he was a dream.
She noticed the sound of the train hitting every cross tire as she looked for her other passengers. No one,
Walking through the train she was confused it being empty, she went to the conductor but there wasn't one.
The train was driving itself but how? What is going on she thought.
Now he was standing with his back against bar his feet crossed one hand in the other all cool in his usual fashion.
Still confused Tate just walked behind the bar like she knew what was happening. What can I get you she asked him. He never turned around, water he said. Just water you could've got that yourself she thought I got find out what the hell going on. She handed him a glass of water with 4 cubes of ice.
Don't make me wait long he said walking out of the dining car. She hear him say that same exact thing to that woman in restaurant. Don't make him wait long cause he'll get somebody else.
She just stood there looking at his back walking away.
Tate went back to the engine it was still empty auto pilot she thought.
The cars were dark he was standing at her door. Other than her he was the only person there but why?
Her nerves kicked in why was it just him and her there, alone?
He stood almost a foot over her, her head hitting right at he chin as he pulled he close to him.
She didn't pull away, as his right hand slowly moved down to her waist. She could feel the moist heat of his warm hand as went to her back underneath her blouse.
He lowered he mouth to her neck sucking slow and gently.
Tate moaned quietly her body throbbing from his touch
that travelled up the middle back between her shoulder blades. His touch got stronger more deeper more meaningful more passionate. Their knees weaken as their passion lowered them to the floor on top of her.
Fully dressed lowering his pants he allowed himself to gently slid beside her panties.
They both just froze at the feeling. Her body started to tremble her hands shook pulling at his shirt her senses begging for what was next. Her eyes closed as their movement started his hands covering every other part of her body that was available. Her hands gripped his but pulling him deeper as the whistle blew waking her.
Do,doop, do,doop, do,doop the sound of the train was her heart beat as she slowly claimed down from her dream.
What the hell was that she said out loud I don't even know him why am I dreaming bout'im.
His kind doesn't love a woman his kind just lay and play and go away.
That kinda man isn't accepted by Tate ,don't no man lay play and go away with her not even in her dream.
Without love she don't sleep with anybody. But she could feel that it was more than that more than just your simple fling.
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