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Leila´s Picnic Weekend

... gasped as she realized that this was not, like the train that had passed as she lay on the beach, a freight, this was the transcontinental express. Hundreds of passengers were sitting in the train with nothing to do but look out the window at her naked form. She started to move her arm in front of her, as she saw the faces gazing out through the glass at her nudity, but David merely tightened his grip on her hand. "The dirty s.o.b!" she thought. "He wasn't just trying to make me feel loved; he knew I would want to cover myself, and he took my hand to prevent it. And probably to make me feel good as well. He is a real sweetheart, the bastard."

The instant the train had passed, David picked up the hamper in one hand, and letting go of her hand with the other, gave her waist another squeeze, then letting the arm slide down slightly, cupped one of her butt cheeks and gently guided her back onto the tracks. They were already walking along the tracks, his hand still caressing her buttocks before the barrier at the highway opened. The first vehicle on the near side of the road was a tanker truck with dual trailers. As it slowly started across the tracks, Leila remembered that it would be climbing a hill almost immediately, and it struck her that any cars following the truck would be positively crawling when they crossed the tracks, and the occupants would not get the split-second vision that they would get at normal highway speed, but would be able to really look at her. She ...

... started to blush. As the fifteen cars that were stuck behind the truck -- she counted -- crossed the tracks, she felt herself get redder with each one, imagining the occupants staring at her now public private parts. David's gentle caress of her ass only added to her confusion.

Hours later, it seemed, they turned off the tracks and crossed the meadow to his car. David unlocked the doors, and placed the hamper on the back seat. He turned and took Leila in his arms, kissing her passionately. Highly aroused by her exposure to the train passengers and the traffic, Leila returned the kiss with interest. David's hands wandered over her body, caressing her buttocks, her breasts, the small of her back, her thighs, again her buttocks, her vaginal lips, until finally a couple of fingers slid into her. She broke the kiss, and threw back her head, moaning with pleasure as the fingers worked in and out of her cunt. She felt David's mouth on her breasts, sucking the sides of each breast, then sucking on each nipple in turn, teeth very gently pressing at the base of the nipple, tongue flicking the tip of the nipple thus held. She leaned back against the car, half sitting against the side of the trunk, feeling those fingers invade her, then almost leave, drive in again; her nipples harder than hard. His fingers touched her clitoris perfectly and she screamed her pleasure, then fell back, David's arm holding her up. She could not believe that she had had so forceful an orgasm in so public a ...