Chapter 1
Evelyn Rayne dragged her suitcase into the train car, finally feeling a sense of relief. The day had been exhausting. After sprinting from the back of Car 13 all the way to Car 3, she was ready to collapse. Settling into her seat, she caught a glimpse of the tall, handsome guy next to her—Frederick Ashford. He sat with his long legs crossed, looking effortlessly stylish in tailored gray pants. Evelyn swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. “Excuse me, can I help you with that?” a train attendant offered, pointing to her suitcase. “Thank you,” Evelyn replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She squeezed past Frederick, taking a window seat right beside him. The warmth of his presence enveloped her, and she could almost smell the subtle, inviting fragrance of sandalwood. Evelyn nervously took out her phone. **Elmwood, Elmwood, I just met a hot guy!** **???? What happened?** She glanced furtively at Frederick, her heart racing. He seemed to sense her gaze and looked over, his sharp features catching the light. “Thank you,” he said, his deep voice resonating like the notes of a cello, spoken in perfect American English. Evelyn bit her lip, her mind racing. **Help me think of a way to talk to him!** **You should just message him on WeChat. If I were you, I’d flirt with him a little. But you? You should just aim for his contact info.** **How do I flirt with him??** Just the thought of being that bold made her feel dizzy. **Evelyn, take it slow! Not too aggressive on the first try!** **But what if he gets off the train and I never see him again?** She closed her phone, her nerves getting the better of her as she licked her dry lips. Frederick was focused on his tablet, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of delicate, pale hands reaching toward him. He looked up and found himself staring straight into Evelyn’s bright blue eyes. She was a picture of innocence, cheeks flushed, her small face framed by soft waves of hair. The connection between them felt electric. “Are you married?” Evelyn asked softly, barely above a whisper. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow as she kept her gaze on him, and Frederick couldn’t help but notice how she leaned in, her curiosity evident. “Why do you ask?” he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips. Evelyn’s heart raced as she slowly reached out, her fingertips brushing against his knee. “I don’t think you are...” Frederick raised an eyebrow, feigning casual interest. “And what gives you that impression?” Evelyn hesitated, a daring thought crossing her mind. “I was hoping we could... you know, have fun. Together.” The air thickened with tension as Frederick leaned back, amused yet intrigued. “What kind of fun are you thinking about, little girl?” Evelyn bit her lip, feeling bold and vulnerable all at once. “You know... the kind of fun where two people get to know each other a lot better.” She held his gaze, feeling wild and liberated, as if she was stepping away from the confines of shyness and into something exhilarating.
Chapter 2
Frederick Ashford's eyes narrowed as he set down his tablet, scrutinizing the situation. Evelyn Rayne gently grasped his large hand, guiding it onto her thigh. She was wearing a short black skirt, and Frederick's hand was somewhat dry and warm, contrasting sharply with her delicate skin. As Frederick's palm brushed against her thigh, he suddenly grew intrigued. His hand began to wander, sliding up to her inner thigh, where the skin was as soft and smooth as silk. His fingers moved over her tender flesh but were stopped by the barrier of her black safety shorts. Evelyn bit her lip, her breath hitching with each of his movements. She had never been touched this way before and could feel warmth pooling within her. "Excuse me, do you need anything?" The flight attendant asked as she approached them. Evelyn quickly turned her gaze to the window, unable to speak. Frederick lowered the shade and shielded her with his body. "Two blankets, please, and could you dim the lights? She isn't feeling well," he requested softly. "Certainly," the flight attendant replied, stepping away. Frederick leaned closer, his warm breath fanning across Evelyn's face. "Nervous, are we?" he teased. Blushing, Evelyn looked up at him, feeling a wave of warmth. In the dim cabin light, it was hard to see the expression on her face clearly. The flight attendant handed Frederick the blankets and considerately dimmed the lights before walking away. Evelyn clenched her teeth, defiantly pushing her safety shorts and panties down to her knees, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability in the open air. Frederick tilted his head, smirking at her bold move. "Not so timid now, are we?" he chuckled softly. Embarrassed but determined, Evelyn met his gaze. "I'm not that small..." she whispered, her voice tremulous but earnest. "Is that so...?" Frederick's hand found its way back to her inner thigh, his fingers gently exploring the softness of her flesh. He lifted her skirt, revealing her flawless, milky thighs slightly parted, and her smooth, bare mound. "You're quite something," he marveled, squeezing her tender flesh. "Don't look..." Evelyn blushed harder, trying to cover herself with her skirt. "How old are you?" he asked, his hand pressing more insistently against her intimate area. "Twenty-one..." she whispered. "Then you should call me Uncle," Frederick said mischievously as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Oh..." Evelyn was taken aback, looking up at him. Frederick's fingers gathered her delicate folds, rubbing them gently. Evelyn's soft moans escaped her lips uncontrollably. His rough fingers caused her to tighten around him, and her body trembled as he pressed hard on her most sensitive spot. She couldn't hold back the sound of pleasure that escaped her. "Ah..." "Shh... do you want to call attention to us?" he murmured, his hand never stopping its tantalizing exploration. The movement continued under the blankets. Evelyn's body quivered, and a wave of warmth surged over Frederick's hand. In the dimly lit cabin, the setting left unspoken to the rest of the passengers, Evelyn and Frederick shared an intimate moment, surrounded by the veil of secrecy.
Chapter 3
"Evelyn, why is there so much...?" Frederick Ashford murmured softly. "Please, don't say that," Evelyn Rayne replied, feeling a mix of shyness and embarrassment. Frederick wiped the liquid off her thigh, withdrawing his hand from the blanket, the glistening droplets still visible on his fingers. Evelyn watched in a daze as he licked them clean, making her blush a deep crimson. "Do you know how to lick?" Frederick asked, voice low and seductive. Evelyn slowly lowered her head, slipping under the blanket that covered Old Geoffrey. His pants were taut, the mound beneath straining against the fabric. She swallowed, feeling heat rush through her body. She kissed him through the cloth, eliciting a soft chuckle from Old Geoffrey. Her lips pressed against his arousal, moving tantalizingly. Evelyn felt a mix of fear and desire course through her. "Lick it like a good girl," Geoffrey said as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Evelyn unzipped his trousers, revealing the sheer volume of his arousal barely contained by his black briefs. She pulled them down, the musky scent filling her senses as his erect member slapped against her face. It was hot and slightly painful. Kissing the shaft gently, Evelyn wrapped her hands around it, her small mouth tentatively enveloping the tip. She heard Geoffrey's groan and redoubled her efforts, pushing more of him into her mouth. He was too large, her cheeks hollowed as her tongue flicked around the head, teasing the sensitive ridges. Her hands worked up and down his shaft, overwhelmed by its size. Pulling out, she lowered her head, licking the length from base to tip before lightly sucking on his balls, her tongue caressing them rhythmically. "Good girl," Geoffrey's large hand abruptly held her head in place. Evelyn gasped for air, her tongue continually working against his member. Her hands moved faster. "Take it all in..." Obediently, she took the head into her mouth, bobbing up and down as she felt herself losing control. The sound of a broadcast startled her, causing her to gulp suddenly, trapping his member against the back of her throat. He came hard, his hot seed filling her mouth. Coughing, Evelyn pulled away, collapsed against the armrest, the strong, musky flavor lingering. It's all his... she liked it. Looking up with tear-filled eyes, she swallowed the remnants of his release, wiping away the liquid on her face with her fingers, then sucking them clean. Frederick laughed, "Did you enjoy it?" His voice was hoarse with desire. Evelyn's face burned crimson as she nodded. "Would you like to taste more?" She bit her lip, shyly meeting his gaze and gave a small nod.
Chapter 4
“W-what if we’re caught…” Evelyn Rayne stammered, her cheeks flushed as she glanced nervously at him. Frederick Ashford licked his lips, glancing at the digital display overhead. “Little lady, I’m headed to Bramblewood, and where are you off to?” “I... I'm going there too,” Evelyn replied, a hint of excitement bubbling up inside her. Frederick checked his watch. “We still have an hour. What do you think we should do?” Evelyn felt heat rising to her face, her whole body igniting with embarrassment. “Are you wet?” Frederick’s hand slipped beneath the blanket. “Um…” Evelyn shifted uncomfortably, her legs tangling with anticipation. The train carriage door slid open, and she assumed it was just a staff member entering. In nervous panic, Evelyn instinctively squeezed Frederick's hand, her face buried in the side of her seat… Frederick’s fingers gently traced along her soft skin, parting her lips, his middle finger teasingly gliding back and forth, stirring a wave of sensation as Evelyn squirmed under the touch. Her body reacted, warmth pooling between her legs, and Frederick leaned down, capturing her lips with his, muffling her soft gasps against his mouth as the sound of the staff member’s voice drowned out their breaths. Frederick's kisses grew more passionate, causing Evelyn to lean back against her seat, panting lightly, her legs instinctively closing around his hands. Frederick tentatively sought deeper access. The exquisite sensation of her tightness encircled his fingertips, and a soft sound escaped from Evelyn’s lips. In an instant, Frederick drew back his fingers. This was definitely not the right place for such an encounter. Evelyn gasped, her thoughts racing as arousal surged through her; every inch of her skin felt alive, craving his touch… she could not help but rub her legs together. The carriage descended into silence, the other passengers seemingly preoccupied with their own worlds, possibly lost in their headphones. Evelyn looked up at Frederick with wide, pleading eyes, and he slipped two fingers into her mouth. She obediently sucked on them, the wet warmth of her tongue wrapping around his digits. Evelyn gazed into Frederick’s eyes, unable to control the flow of her desire as moisture dripped down below. She bit down gently on his hand, and Frederick raised an eyebrow, teasingly curling his fingers against her soft tongue, evoking a playful gasp from Evelyn as she eagerly continued to suckle. Before long, Frederick pulled his fingers away and retrieved a tissue, cleaning her damp entrance with careful tenderness. Evelyn bit her lip, desperate not to make a sound. After what felt like an eternity, her overwhelming need slowly subsided, although she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the remnants of her safety shorts and underwear still snug beneath her. The train's announcement rang through the carriage, and Frederick leaned closer, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. “Once we get off this train, I’m going to have you.” Evelyn shivered, her body tingling with anticipation at his words. This man drove her wild in the best ways… Evelyn shyly pulled her damp underwear from beneath her skirt, glistening with her essence. “Here, for you…” Frederick chuckled, surprisingly taking the delicate lace panties and stuffing them into his suit pocket. Evelyn felt a wave of shyness wash over her; after all, she was the one who initiated this. Frederick gently placed a headphone into her ear, the familiar connection chime ringing through the device. As she looked up at him, he set a tablet on her lap. The voice that came through was familiar. “Hey, it’s Penny, and this is my brother, George.” Evelyn couldn’t help but smile at the cheerful voice from the animated show playing, momentarily forgetting her earlier embarrassment, feeling like a kid again…
Chapter 5
Evelyn Rayne had just finished the nineteenth episode of her favorite show, Penny, when the notification beep reminded her it was time to get off. She lifted her head, carefully removed her earbuds, and handed them to Frederick Ashford. "Got plans later?" he asked in a low voice, tucking away his earbuds and tablet into a sleek black clutch. Evelyn smiled shyly, "I do..." Frederick grinned, "Want to join me?" She nodded quietly. Frederick handed her his bag, "Here, let me carry that for you, Oliver." She didn't protest; it was nice not to have to carry heavy things for once. Evelyn felt a flutter of nerves as she sat in the back seat, realizing that her skirt left her feeling vulnerable. She anxiously rubbed her legs together. Frederick noticed her unease and draped his suit jacket over her shoulders. "There you go," he said, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. Evelyn didn’t recognize the car, but it looked impressive—definitely not something common. She shifted slightly in her seat. "So, where are we headed?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Are you really just asking that now? A bit late, don’t you think?" Frederick brushed his fingers lightly against her soft cheek. "It’s just a question," she said, blushing, trying to act innocent. "We're on our way to have a good time, remember?" He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. Suddenly, she felt a familiar warmth spread across her cheeks as Geoffrey’s kiss replayed in her mind, a ghost of intimacy lasting on her skin. "Not... this," she murmured, a little panic rising within her, especially since Geoffrey was still up front. "Worried about school?" Frederick asked, changing the topic. "Yeah, a little. What about you?" "I’m a bit older than you—old enough to be your uncle, I’d say." He winked playfully. Evelyn blinked in surprise. He certainly didn’t look much older than her. "I guess that makes you the ‘cool uncle’ then," she giggled quietly. "Be careful how you talk, young lady." He pinched her cheek lightly. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, pulling back slightly, the imprint of his fingers already turning pink on her skin. "Watch out, darling, I didn’t pinch hard enough. Such a delicate flower," he teased. Evelyn stuck out her tongue, "What brings you to Bramblewood?" "Business trip to Morton Vale. Thought I might as well enjoy a little downtime, so I skipped the plane ride,” he explained. “Oh!” She nodded thoughtfully, still a bit flustered from the playful banter. "Funny running into you after a flight..." Frederick leaned into her again, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Little flirt," he smirked. Her face flamed as she playfully scratched at his palm, contemplating that though she had drawn him in first, she’d never acted this way with Geoffrey. Frederick’s large hand casually roamed her thigh, smoothing over her dress as if claiming rights over her. His fingers danced around, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin. Evelyn bit her lip, suppressing any sounds and trying to keep his wandering hands at bay while inadvertently pressing against his arm. His fingers found their way teasingly, nudging her higher, sending ripples of sensation coursing through her. A soft whimper escaped her as she tried to maintain her composure. Frederick chuckled softly at her reaction, amused by her youthful innocence. His fingers continued their teasing caress, feeling her warmth, clearly pleased with the effect he had on her. As they drove into the underground garage, Frederick withdrew his hand, leaving Evelyn breathless and embarrassed, not daring to move too suddenly. He took hold of her suitcase with one hand and gripped her firmly with the other as they stepped into the elevator together. Evelyn felt a surge of anxiety, realizing they were headed deeper into unfamiliar territory.
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