Seduction on the Train (Travel Gal Erotica) Read Online Free

beckoned to the darkness outside, with speckles of light in the far-off distance, “but a northern wine, all the same.  I know it’s not exactly conventional, but I think an eiswein out of Northern Germany will do nicely.”
     
    She smiled at him triumphantly.  “It’s an ice wine, you know: the grapes have been allowed to freeze on the vine.  It intensifies the grapes’ sugars, making the taste that much more flavorful.  This one here,” Leila said pointing at the wine list,
‘is made with Gewurztraminer grapes, which goes nicely with seafood.  Which I intend to be having tonight.”
     
    “Oh, well played, Ms. Leila, well played,” Joseph applauded, bringing his hands up from under the table.  “I am most impressed.”
     
    “But,” he added.  “Are you sure about the seafood?  Out on the steppe of Siberia nearly?”
     
    “Most sure,” she said.  “It is our first night out of Moscow and therefore the only night we should be ordering seafood.  It will have been freshly caught and delivered this morning into port.  Tomorrow will be a steak night for me, but tonight it is lobster.”
     
    “Oh, you are full of surprises, aren’t you?”  Joseph teased.
     
    “As are you, sir,” Leila teased back.
     
    Joseph smiled and relaxed, letting his hands slip back under the table. 
     
    “Then I shall let you do the ordering tonight, Ms. Leila.  You are in charge.”
     
    “Of ordering?  Of course,” she grinned back at him.  “Everything else?  I’m not so sure.”
     
    When the waiter came to take their orders, Joseph took some action of his own.  His hand that had been previously just brushing her thighs and giving them the occasional light kneading suddenly opened up into a fan and rested gently on her vulva.
     
    When Leila opened her mouth to speak, she found a finger sliding its way into her wet opening.
     
    She gave a sharp intake of breath and then composed herself.  “We’ll be having a bottle of the German eiswein to start,” she said, her eyes only briefly leaving the waiter to give Joseph a look of eyes-open-wide.
     
    “Very good,” the waiter replied, all business.  The candle on the table illuminated their faces in the mirrored window, Tchaikovsky played quietly in the background and everything was warm and misty and incredibly dream-like, yet acutely real.
     
    As his index finger prodded the warm wet walls of the entry to her vulva his other fingers gently applied pressure to her mons pubis .  She stifled a moan, turning it into a statement instead: “And we will each have a bowl of your wild mushroom soup as a starter.”
     
    “Excellent choice.  I’ll return for your entrée order later.”
     
    As he was looking directly at Leila and smiling, Joseph suddenly plunged his index finger deep inside her, eliciting a shudder and a sharp blowing out of breath.
     
    “Yes, ma’am?  Anything else?” the waiter inquired, turning around.  She could see he was feeling unexpectedly aroused himself, though hopefully he didn’t quite know why.  He must have suspected, though.  Did he?
     
    “No, that will be all for now.  Thank you,” she breathed throatily as Joseph’s finger continued to swish through her circular corridor.  She clenched together her inner muscles, feeling them tighten around Joseph’s finger, and it was his turn to exhale.
     
    “Oh, yes, Leila, you learn so quickly.  Feel my erection, darling.”  With his free hand, he took hers and placed it on his swollen thigh.  “I’d like to take you right here, right now, but let’s prolong the pleasure, shall we?”
     
    “Yes, let’s,” Leila agreed.  She was so tipsy from the titillation of it all that the wine was not necessary. 
     
    “We are going to draw this out all night long,” Joseph purred, not taking his eyes off of her for even a second.  “I am going to drive you to the heights of insanity, Leila.”
     
    “I think you already have,” Leila answered as he took his