Cassolette

An eBook By Iona Blair.

One

    Heat lightning forked across a purple sky streaked with black on the horizon. Jaye Ferris wiped the sweat from her face and strolled towards the train on which she had been travelling for several days. The station platform burned hot and gritty through the soles of her sandals, and a single crow circled lazily overhead.

     "It's another hot one," the steward remarked, although he looked surprisingly cool in his neat navy-blue uniform. Young and dark with a French-Canadian accent like foreplay, he guided her up the steep carriage steps just as the train whistle screeched its warning of imminent departure. He had boarded the train at Winnipeg, when the crew changed. Jaye found herself irresistibly drawn to him from that first glimpse in the supply cupboard at the end of the carriage.

     "Mais oui, tres chaud," she murmured breathily, glad of the smattering of French she still remembered from high school. She tingled at his nearness and the thrill of his touch. His musky male scent made her senses reel.

     She closed her eyes for a moment to better savor the sensations, then leaned against him longer than was necessary, until the press of other passengers forced them apart. Long idle days spent lounging by a window watching the countryside whisk past left her feeling languid and decidedly horny. It had been several months since she slept with a man, and her body registered its disapproval in a way that could no longer be denied. The idea of seducing this young Apollo, who was many years her junior, appealed to her enormously, especially since he had shown no interest in her.

     Jaye appraised herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the roomette door. She noted with approval her petite yet curvy figure, cropped blonde hair, and engaging green eyes. Indeed, the steward seemed not to notice her repeated attempts at flirtation, but treated her in a polite yet distant manner. Could he really be that naive?

     The fact that he wore a wedding ring presented even more of a challenge. Young, French Canadian, and almost definitely Catholic, perhaps he loved his wife quite devoutly?

     The question was, would he be true to his marriage vows and refuse to stray? In the dining car, she picked at her meal without appetite, feeling at one with other creatures who also lost interest in food when in heat. A friend of hers who bred border collies once reported that the entire kennel refused to eat during mating season.

     The lights dimmed as they roared through a tunnel, and when she looked up again he was there, sitting with two other stewards at the top table.

     She could feel her heart race with excitement as she looked directly at him. Boldly she held his gaze as she flicked her tongue slowly across her lips and scratched her thigh with black-painted fingernails.

     He was clearly taken aback at the overt sexuality of the gesture. His face flushed as he looked quickly away.

     When she returned to her carriage, Jaye left on the pretty sage dress with the scoop neckline, but slipped out of her underwear. The narrow crotch of the lacy thong panties was redolent with her secretions and sopping wet.

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