Her name is Roni (changed slightly for anonymity). Roni is a large woman, in the best sense of the word, and she is the tallest woman I’ve ever been...with. She has long brown hair, huge tits with nipples like pencil erasers, and a waxed pussy that I couldn’t get enough of. We spent many nights together, and had sex a lot. We fucked in each other’s beds, living rooms, hotel rooms, and cars. We took every opportunity to have sex. But, my favorite was having sex in her kitchen.One evening, she was. ’This was a recent addition to our sexual repertoire. Unable to resist after a lively session pistoning me from behind, Alan had slapped me lightly on my right buttock and, to my surprise, I found it stimulating and asked for more. As I did now.After half-a-dozen firm slaps (I could have taken more), Alan’s impatience overcame him. Pulling me to the floor, he turned me on to my back, hurriedly placed cushions under my head (for my comfort) and under my bottom (for his benefit), he turned his. I looked at the other occupants of the sleeper cabin. All were sound asleep on their cots.I pulled back the thin blanket that was covering me and tugged aside my boxers, allowing my hardening cock to spring out. It quivered a little before I gripped it in my left hand and began to stroke it, slowly masturbating, enjoying the feeling of relaxation it gave me.I sighed quietly and thought about the evening’s events.What a trip it had been. After a long journey travelling Europe by rail, the last. Twenty minutes past 6. Almost 90 minutes late. She was really beginning to worry when the waiter walked over and asked if she was by chance Lisa Robertson. "Yes I am, " she replied. "Message for you. Came in at 3 p.m., but the caller didn't describe you." He then turned and walked away. The message was from Michael. 'Wont be coming-made other plans. Michael' That was it. No explanation. "Made other plans?" What did THAT mean? Was he dumping her? It would seem so. Lisa thought she might faint..