you find yourself on the astral express, people coming and going, but one seems to stay here in the passenger car. she sits and watches people, she has shoulder length gray/white hair, a white undershirt with a black short sleeved jacket, and a tight black skirt. she looks different from everyone else

Why does it always gotta be "girls" with you people... Can't we just call each other human?

"Well I don't see you doing anything besides sitting there and talking to yourself... Why don't you just find something interesting to do?" Stelle says, giving them a disinterested smile as she sips on her coffee.

"Why? There's nothin' I need to do that badly." she says with a casual shrug before taking another sip of her coffee. She doesn't feel threatened or anxious, but she keeps her posture relaxed and prepared in case things take a turn for the worse.

"Well, I'm still not sure what it is that makes you think I'd be interested in something that mysterious." She crosses her arms, leaning back against the bench with a slight smile on her face. "If it's supposed to be some kind of secret club or whatever, I've been around long enough to know better."

"Besides," she continues, gesturing vaguely towards another group of passengers nearby, "there are other people here that might be looking for a little fun too. Maybe you should try inviting them instead." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undertone of dismissal beneath it.

"Uh-huh. Sure." She shrugs again and stands up, pocketing her nearly empty coffee cup as she approaches the other person cautiously. "So what's so important that you need me to come over here?" Her expression is curious but guarded, ready for anything.

Her eyes widen in surprise as the other person grabs her hand and guides it down towards their crotch. She glances around quickly, making sure nobody's paying too much attention before leaning in closer. "Look," she hisses, sounding annoyed, "I don't know what game you think you're playing here..."

And then her eyes go wide as saucers and a look of complete surprise crosses her face. She takes a half-step back from the person and blinks several times before speaking again. "...Oh. Oh! That." Her face flushes slightly, but she doesn't seem all that embarrassed anymore. Instead, there's an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she glances down between them.

"Well, I appreciate the... uh... offer, but..." She shrugs nonchalantly, still not quite meeting their gaz

"Well, if that's the case, then I guess there's not much point in arguing with you." She smirks slightly before shrugging again and moving closer. "But don't get too excited or anything," she warns playfully as she reaches out to feel them through their pants. Her expression is mostly amused now, almost like this is all just a big joke to her.

Stelle arches an eyebrow at the other person and grins teasingly before stepping closer still. "Alright," she says with a sultry laugh, wrapping her hand around their crotch through their pants. "Let's see how 'fun' it really is." She starts to move her hand slowly back and forth, feeling them through the fabric as she continues to watch them closely. There's a mix of curiosity and amusement on her face now, and she seems almost more interested in seeing how they react than anything else.

"So," she asks casually, leaning in close enough that their breath fans across her cheek, "how long have you been waiting for someone to do this?"

Her breath hitches slightly as your fingers move faster against her hand and you press harder against her. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure is almost exhilarating, sending a shiver down her spine. With one swift motion, she pulls her hand away from yours and turns to face you fully, expression shifting to surprise and annoyance.

"Hey!" She exclaims, glaring at you. "You promised it would be fun! That didn't feel like fun to me." Her cheeks are flushed with anger now, but there's still a slight tremor in her voice that betrays the fact she's affected by what just happened.

Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she glances between your face and the bulge in your pants, debating whether or not to go through with this. After a moment's consideration, she shrugs casually, her expression slipping back into one of amused nonchalance. With quick and precise movements, she reaches out to unbuckle your belt before tugging at the waistband of your pants. They fall down your hips easily, revealing your well-endowed groin.

"There," she says with a satisfied smirk as her hand encircles your erection through your boxers. "Better?" She begins to stroke you more vigorously now, watching you closely for any signs of pleasure or discomfort. Despite herself, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins as she touches another person in this intimate way.

Her eyes widen as you bring her head close to your crotch and inhale deeply, the distinct scent of another person's arousal filling her senses. Despite herself, a small moan escapes her throat at the intimacy of the moment. Her touch becomes even more possessive, nearly desperate as she continues to stroke you through your boxers.

"Mmhmm," she murmurs, licking her lips absently. "You like that, huh?" Her breath fogs the air between you, and for a fleeting moment she wonders what it would feel like to taste him... But there's something in the back of her mind telling her not to go down that road just yet. Instead, she focuses on giving you as much pleasure as she can through her touch alone.

"Mmph," she moans as her hand speeds up its pace, the friction against your skin making you harder and more insistent beneath her touch. Her hips begin to rock forward instinctively, grinding herself against your groin. There's an undeniable heat spreading through her body now, a need that she hasn't felt in quite some time threatening to overwhelm her senses.

With one last, hard stroke, she releases you and steps back, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain her composure. Her cheeks are flushed red and there's a small trickle of precum leaking from the head of your cock where it had been pressing against her palm earlier. "I think that's... enough for now," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Taken aback by your demanding tone, Stelle hesitates for a moment before complying with your instructions and lowering herself down onto the bench seat beside you. Her heart is racing now, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she feels vulnerable in this position. She crosses her arms protectively over her chest, eyeing you warily from beneath her lashes.

Her eyes widen as you move closer and place your hand on her crotch, pushing her panties to the side before exposing her most intimate parts. A shiver runs down her spine at the intimacy of the moment, but also at the sense of powerlessness that comes with being so exposed and vulnerable. She bites down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as you lean in close and begin to lick her, expertly manipulating her body with your tongue.

Her hips buck under the onslaught of sensations, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. With each flick of your tongue and stroke of your fingers, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, the need growing more insistent with every passing moment. Her head lolls back against the bench as

Her hips buck under the onslaught of sensations, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. With each flick of your tongue and stroke of your fingers, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to orgasm, the need growing more insistent with every passing moment. Her head lolls back against the bench as a moan escapes her lips, high-pitched and desperate. She arches her back off the seat, trying to get closer to your touch, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely, "please... don't stop."

Her nails scrape down your arm as she attempts to ground herself in reality again, but the pleasure is all-consuming, making it difficult for her to think clearly or focus on anything other than

Her body arches off the seat as her climax overtakes her, waves of pleasure rolling through every nerve ending. She gasps and moans, digging her fingernails into your skin as she tries to ground herself in reality again. Her hips jerk roughly against your hand, wanting more, needing it all, until finally the sensations begin to recede, leaving her breathless and trembling in their wake.

She opens her eyes slowly, focusing on the ceiling as she tries to regain control over herself again. A faint blush still colors her cheeks, a testament to how thoroughly you've taken her breath away. "That," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion, "was intense." Her eyes slide back to meet yours, the vulnerability there mixing with an unreadable expression that leaves you wondering what exactly just happened between them.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you abruptly push your erect member into her mouth, filling her senses with the familiar scent of masculinity. Her tongue flicks out, touching and exploring every inch of your length, eliciting a groan from deep within your throat. She wraps her lips around you, sucking gently as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth. It's been a long time since she's given pleasure like this, and the feeling of having you in control sends shivers down her spine.

Stelle moans softly around your cock as she starts to lick and suck on it hungrily. She moves her head up and down, teasing you with the sensation of being so close yet so far. Her hands clasp tightly behind your neck, anchoring herself in place as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, flicking across the sensitive ridge below the head. The noises she makes are soft and needy, encouraging you to go further and harder.

With a quick movement, she pulls away from your cock just long enough to whisper breathlessly, "You're so big... I can't wait to feel you inside me..." Her words send a shudder through her body and she falls back onto the bench, spreading her legs wide in invitation.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you tease her with the feel of your fingers on her sensitive skin. Every touch is like a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, making it impossible for her to think about anything else but the need growing deeper and stronger inside her. Her hips arch off the bench, searching for more contact as she moans and whimpers with desire. "Please..." She whispers, pleading word laced with need and want. "I can't take anymore."

"I can't take anymore!" she cries out, voice raw and desperate. Her body trembles with the effort of holding back as she feels herself teetering on the edge of release. "Please, just... put your cock inside me!" She arches her hips off the seat again, begging for relief.

Her world explodes in a cacophony of sensation as you finally penetrate her womb. It's like nothing she's ever felt before; intense and overwhelming, but also strangely right. Her body arches off the bench, pressing deeper into your touch, needing more of you, wanting to feel you fill every part of her up. She moans and gasps, her hands digging into your shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

Her hips buck violently against yours, trying to get closer, to take in every last inch of you. Her breath comes in ragged, gasping sobs as she fights for air, her body trembling and shaking with the force of her climax. The pleasure is all-consuming, leaving her reeling and spent, but there's something else too; a connection that she never

Her breath catches in her throat as she glances around, realizing that there are several people watching them now. Their eyes roam over their entwined bodies, and the look of desire on each of their faces only serves to heighten the tension between them. The knowledge that they're being watched sends a shiver down Stelle's spine, making her even wetter for him. She arches into his touch, moaning loudly as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her. "Yes," she whispers, "like this..." Her fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as she urges him on, needing more, wanting it all. The thrill of being so exposed and desired only serves to heighten the intensity of their encounter, driving them both closer to the edge of orgasm with every passing moment.

With a sudden surge of strength, Stelle throws her head back and cries out

With a hoarse cry, Stelle's body convulses around yours as she reaches the height of her orgasm. Her muscles clench tightly, holding you deep inside her as waves of ecstasy wash over her in relentless succession. She moans and gasps, arching her back off the bench as if trying to escape the sensation that courses through every nerve ending. The pleasure is so intense that it becomes almost painful, leaving her breathless and spent in its wake.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders, marking your skin with a testament to the force of her release. Her body shudders again and again, each tremor sending new ripples of pleasure through you both. Finally, she collapses back onto the bench, panting heavily as her heart races wildly in her chest. Her cheeks are flushed with color, and her eyes