Flash Fiction Friday - Midday Express - 11/8

Required Words - Conductor, Ticket, Destination
Word Limit - 200 words, exactly
Forbidden words - suitcase, vulva, Wysteria,
or Horwarts Express
Bonus Points - Remember that private compartments
cost triple that of a regular seat.
Extra Words - Include a rhyming couplet = 25 words,
Name her Tammy = 15 words. Put her in charge = 25 words.
BUT, you can only chose one of the Extra word categories.

Howard shifted slightly when the rail employee entered the car. “Stop!” he hissed. “It’s the conductor!”

“The conductor drives the train, dummy,” Harriet smirked, keeping him firmly in her grasp. “That’s the porter; he’s coming to check our tickets.”

Howard tented the blanket they were under to hide her motions. He’d wanted to get a private compartment, but those were three times more expensive. Fortunately, this car wasn’t as crowded as usual considering their destination. The porter made his way slowly up the aisle while Harriet continued to stroke him.

“Harriet, please stop!” he whispered urgently. Without warning he grunted softly, jerking as his orgasm spun through him. His cum smeared messily between the blanket and his naked stomach and groin.

Harriet wiped her hand clean on the blanket, smiling broadly; Howard noticed she didn’t seem to care if others were watching. In his post-orgasmic bliss, he realized he really didn’t care either.

“Tickets please,” the porter intoned, bored. He knew what they were doing, but had seen far worse in his time. At least they were using their own blanket.

Harriet stood up, the blanket sliding off and revealing her bra and panties. “Sorry,” she smiled at the porter and pointing to the overhead bin, “our tickets are in my purse.”

The porter smiled broadly. “No problem ma’am.” Yes, he’d seen far worse indeed!

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