Formula One Smut Book

Lewis Hamilton Smut - Love On The Train

Warnings - train sex, hand stuff, having to stay silent, choking, quickies etc...

(The ending is rather wholesome ;) ).

'How long do we have left on here?' Lewis asks me, clearly bored of staring at the countryside out of the window.

I check my phone, 'We have two and a half hours left on here, Lew', I stroke his cheek teasingly, 'So I'd get comfortable if I were you'.

Lewis and I are heading to London for the day but the train was delayed on the tracks so we have quite a way left to go. He doesn't seem to like trains much.

'Nah, no way', Lewis denies my response, looking down at his own watch, 'Oh. I take it back'.

'Yup', I mutter, opening my book to return to reading.

'Baby'.

'What, Lewis?' I keep my eyes fixed on the page.

'Baby', Lewis repeats, 'Look at me'.

'What is it now?' I look up to see him giving me the eye. 'Absolutely not. Not here. Not on a train', I flat out reject his advances.

'So?'

'A train', is all I respond.

'Yes', Lewis lowers his voice, 'You literally said fucking on a train is on your bucket list'.

Lewis was right, it is on my bucket list but I'd have liked a little more warning when that time was to come. I stay firm with my answer. 'We can't.'

'Give me one reason why not', Lewis whispers close to my ear, a firm hand gliding its way up my skirt. I don't deny his touch.

I stutter before responding, 'The bags. We can't leave our bags'.

He keeps his raspy voice at a whisper, 'Well, if my lady was right, there is no stop for two and a half hours. Nobody is moving, princess'.

I sigh and push my head back into the seat as his fingers trace the outline of my core on top of my panties, 'Lew', I whimper as quietly as possible.

'What do you say?' Lewis asks me, slipping a finger underneath my panties, circling my clit delicately whilst his eyes fix on mine. Thank God we're at the back of the carriage, easy to slip away into the toilets behind us.

'Fuck it', I give in, 'Let's go'.

'Clutch your stomach as you get up, make people think you're sick and that I'm taking you to the toilet'.

I obey him and nod as I get up from my seat, both hands crossed over my stomach and pulling a face to indicate I'm in pain. Lewis trails behind me with a hand on my back. Not one body looks away from their laptops as we leave. First class is very first class today.

I press the open button on the door and it swings open. Lewis and I step inside, making sure to maintain our act until the door locks us in.

The door seals shut within seconds and Lewis double checks we've pressed the right button.

Lewis pulls off his sunglasses and leaves them above the toilet. He pushes me into the wall with a forceful kiss. 'I want you so bad'.

I kiss him back harder, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth and he allows it willingly.

'Fuck', Lewis grunts into my mouth and I feel him manoeuvre his waist from his sweatpants.

Soon after, he's working at my skirt, hoisting it desperately up my legs, exposing my purple lace thong to him- he slips them down my legs shamelessly. Sensually, his eyes fix on them for a moment before discarding them on top of the sink next to his sunglasses.