5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Emma
My heart was beating out of my chest, and I had no idea why. My ticket was real, but seeing how closely the conductor had inspected it made me anxious. I felt like I'd just gotten away with something.
The conductor must have been new since the old one, whoever they were, hadn't ever made their way to the back of the train to check my ticket.
I would've been more upset about the intrusion if this conductor wasn't so pleasing to look at.
The thought would've been normal for anyone else but was odd for me. I didn't feel attraction like that, at least not for people.
It'd been longer than I could remember since anything—or anyone—besides the vibrations of the train had gotten me excited, but she was breathtaking.
With dark eyes and red lips, she exuded an energy that promised a good time if you were interested. The thought was as foreign as it was surprising, so I shook it off. It must just be that I was worked up from the train.
I was grateful she'd left me alone.
As the vibrations of the train increased, I wondered if I was being too reckless, though. No one had ever entered the car before while I'd been here, but today the conductor had. What if she came back?
What if she caught me?
The thought of her strutting back into the car and finding me writhing on my own fingers worked me up more than it should have.
Maybe she'd be horrified. Or maybe she and those delicious looking red lips would come pay me some attention.
The thought sent my fingers sliding under the waistband of my pants.
I could feel the heat from my core through my panties before I pushed them aside.
The thrum of the engines and the vibrations of the track ratcheted up my pleasure like they always did.
It felt like the train was encouraging me, pushing me to ride it to my climax.
Nothing existed except me and the train, until I heard a clap break through my moans. My eyes shot up and found the conductor was standing a few seats away, eyes locked on me as she continued clapping.
My embarrassment rivaled my arousal as she smirked at me.
I froze, wishing the train would swallow me up.
I didn't want to move my fingers and risk bringing any more attention to where they were and what they were doing, even though the conductor's face left no room for doubt. She knew exactly what I was doing.
"Don't stop on my account," she mused, waving a manicured hand at me.
I didn't move, but I couldn't think of a single thing to say. There wasn't any excuse I could give for what I was doing. It barely made sense to me. There was no way I was going to be able to explain to this beautiful conductor why trains got my heart racing.
"It's not—" I started.
She waved me off, saying, "If you're going to say ‘it's not what it looks like,’ save it. I know what I see. But if you want a second opinion, I'm sure we could call someone else in and give you more of an audience."
"I-what?" I stuttered.
"Your choice, gorgeous. Put on a show for me, or we can get more of an audience in here."
"You can't be serious?"
She took a step forward, her eyes raking over me in a way that made me feel naked. "Want to test that theory?"
I didn't, but I wasn't sure I could do what she was asking. Sure, the vibrations from the train had me revved up and on edge, but I couldn't get myself off with an audience, could I?
"I've never done that before," I answered slowly.
"So, it's just the thrill of getting caught that does it for you?" she asked teasingly.
"The reality isn't quite like I imagined," I admitted.
"Oh?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "And what is it you imagined?"
I blushed, thinking of my earlier fantasy, but there was no way I would be telling her about that.
She stalked forward, closing the rest of the distance between us. She stared down at me, and I shied away from meeting her eyes. She reached out, startling me as she put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, forcing me to stare back at her.
"Let me guess… you pictured me finding you and hoped I'd help you."
"I..." I started before trailing off.
"I'll make this easy for you. Either you put on a little show for me, or we'll see what the cops think of your public display."
To my absolute embarrassment, I felt my inner walls tighten around my fingers. The threat of discovery made this even hotter.
The conductor ran a finger over my lips before saying, "Better get going if you don't want to have a lot of explaining to do at our next stop."
I knew the rails inside and out and knew the tunnel was coming up.
The next stop was close after. I wasn't sure if I wanted to put on a show for her.
At the very least, I wouldn't let myself acknowledge there might be some truth to me wanting to, but I knew I didn't want to have to explain myself to the cops.
The last thing I needed was for the island to hear about my unexplainable obsession with the trains. If anyone found out, it would ruin any progress I was making with the Save the Railways project. I couldn't let that happen.
Realizing I didn’t quite have a choice, I slowly moved the fingers inside of me in further and then slowly back out. I tried to look away from the conductor, but her finger on my chin kept my eyes locked on hers.
"I think you need a little help if you're going to reach your destination before the train does. The train's quite fast," she said.
"Woooo-Wooooo," the train whistled loudly, seeming to agree with her.
The vibrations grew louder, almost like the train had sped up. She was right. I was running out of time.
She growled in frustration, her hand moving from beneath my chin to my throat as she pushed me back.
My body hit the seat as she gave my throat a quick squeeze.
I was about to protest when she pushed her knee in between my legs and ordered, "Fingers on your clit and ride my thigh like a bullet train. "
I immediately moved my fingers from inside of me to my clit and ground against her thigh, letting out a moan as I rode her, her fingers still clutching my throat.
"Louder. I want the train to hear you."
"Chooo-choooo," the train whistled in agreement.
I let out another moan, louder this time.
"Faster," the conductor commanded, and I quickly complied, but it wasn't enough pressure.
I whined in frustration before answering back, "Harder."
"Glady," she replied with a wicked grin as she tightened her grip on my throat and pressed into me harder. Then we hit the tunnel, the train car went dark as I rode her hard.
My moans joined the whistles of the train. It was racing right along with me, like always. With one more hard thrust of her knee, I went barreling over the edge, crying out just as we broke through the tunnel. The fierce roar of the engine echoing my cries.
Outside the dark of the tunnel, I could see the conductor again. She grinned down at me. "I knew you had it in you. What a good girl," she purred as she pressed her thigh into my sensitive core once more, drawing another moan from my lips.
With one more quick squeeze, she moved her hand from my throat to my chin and tilted my face toward hers. Before I could move, she was there, brushing her red lips to mine in a quick, surprisingly chaste kiss.
She pulled away a moment later, saying, "Feel free to ride my rails any time." With a wink, she was gone, leaving me alone with a racing heart and wondering what the hell had just gotten into me.