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silver Curve.
    His wife, a black Pearl.
    Michael checks the oversized screen. An IM message. He open it and has to smile. It’s from a woman.
    The woman sitting across from him.
     
    HEY HANDSOME
     
    He glances up. Kennedy’s head is down, but she raises it momentarily. Their eyes meet; she smiles seductively, then lowers her head, fingers never leaving the keyboard. He responds.
     
    HEY MS. SEXY THANG. WHATS ON UR MIND?
     
    This time Kennedy doesn’t look up. She’s busy replying, foot continuing to tap as her iPod whirls away.
     
    YOU
     
    Michael makes eye contact with Kennedy. He raises his eyebrow as if to say, “Yeah? Go on. . . .”
    Head drops back down, and she types and sends.
     
    THINKING ABOUT U MAKING LOVE TO ME
     
    Michael grins. His fingers go to the keys, composing a response.
     
    REALLY? DO TELL
     
    When Kennedy is concentrating on something, she inadvertently taps her tongue against her teeth. Michael observes her doing this now, and he finds it incredibly sexy.
    IM WET
     
    Michael looks up into the eyes of his wife. She’s staring at him, eyes unblinking, her smile driving him wild. Michael cocks his head to the side and opens his mouth to speak.
    “Right now?” he asks, his voice low.
    Kennedy slowly removes the earbuds and shuts off the iPod. She leans forward.
    “Find out.”
    Michael leans back and sighs. “Damn,” he whispers. He fingers the Curve, typing a response.
     
    UR MAKING ME HARD
     
    Their stares lock once again.
    Kennedy uncrosses her legs and stands, moving Michael’s pile of magazines in order to sit beside him. She re-drapes the blanket over both of them. She nuzzles close to him, her hand slowly gliding up his thigh. Her head is facing him and the window, lips dangerously close to his ear.
    She whispers, “Will you fuck me later?”
    Michael’s breathing spikes. His eyes scan over the other passengers, but they are lost in their own reveries.
    “Yes, baby.”
    Her hand creeps upward, dropping to his inner thigh. Fingers splayed, feeling the rise as he hardens.
    “And eat me?” The words are puffs of air against his ear.
    “You know I will. Love tasting you . . .”
    Her fingers are on him, finding the outline of his manhood and massaging it. She squeezes his dick, feeling it grow between her fingers. Michael licks his lips and leans back farther as Kennedy unzips his jeans. She catches his stare and smiles—that seductive smile that drives him insane.
    A moment later Kennedy’s hand is massaging his cock through his boxer shorts. He’s fully hard now, and Kennedy clutches him in her hand, the fabric and her fingers constraining him. She slips her fingers beneath the boxer shorts and is rewarded with the fullness of him. Fully engorged. Her fingers wrap around his girth and squeeze as she nibbles on his neck. Her lips graze his earlobe, tugging on it playfully.
    “I love that you’re so big. . . .”
    Michael turns his head to her.
    “You make it that way, Ken.”
    Kennedy begins a slow stroke, taking her time but maintaining pressure as she jerks him.
    “I want you in me.”
    “Does Amtrak have the equivalent of a mile-high club?” Michael asks playfully.
    “I wish.”
    Kennedy glances around at the other passengers. There is no one occupying the seats directly across the aisle from them. She glances back at her husband momentarily before lowering her head, pushing the blanket down in the process. Michael’s eyes grow wide. Her mouth consumes him in an instant. Kennedy takes him deep and fast into her throat. Several up and down strokes of his hard dick in her hot mouth, her hand providing the friction, before she sits up, covering him quickly with the blanket.
    Michael is speechless.
    Kennedy kisses him on the mouth passionately while giving his cock a final tug. Then she places it back inside the confines of his underwear. The entire deed lasted less than five seconds, but it was exquisite in its approach and execution.
    “Always wanted to do