Trans-continental Train (Open)

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

Looking out the window. Lost in my thoughts. Looking back at you and smiling at your smile. Then I notice your foot rubbing against my thigh. Even after what I just experienced my body reacts with a shudder. Your foot slides up more. Your toe slipping under the bottom of my shorts. Your touch reaches my groin. I feel a warm flow inside me. Looking into your eyes grinning I just let out a long "Ummmmmmmm"
Your foot slides back onto the floor....as i look up our food and wine arrives. The waiter departs.
We both fiddle some with our salads. We share some small talk. " Antonio....no one has ever made me feel the way you did this morning. Sitting here with you I picture us in the shower. Each time I do my body reacts with a tremor.
You lift your wine glass up to me saying " It's your turn to toast..."
Lifting my glass up. Clicking yours. At first I do not know what to say. Then " To you Antonio for making me feel like I have never before....To us and our new and hopefully long friendship....to finding new and erotic fun....and a promise to fulfill whatever fantacy you may have"
We both take a sip of our wine. Digging into our salads like we have never eaten before. All the while my foot rubbing along your leg. Letting it slide up as high as I can reach.
Wondering to myself again. What did I just say. What will he come up with? Some wild thoughts go through my head. I can feel my body react. Nipples harden again.
With my fork half way between my plate and my mouth...looking into your eyes, I say " You made my dream and fantacy come true.....what is yours?"

 

[soulchump]

Antonio

OOC:
The loss of virginity . . . such a tenuous moment. I'm a little melancholy. OK . . . let's go.


IC:
"I'll drink to that. (sip) And I know exactly what I want, but it will take a while to make it work. Give me between lunch and dinner to prepare. Then we'll eat a wonderful meal, and this evening you will know just how much I want you, and just how I want you." Your smile returns to me with both caution and excitement, and under the table my excitement returns as well . . . just the thought of it . . . . mmmmmmmm.

We eat our salads in giddy silence, all grins and foot-rubs. Encouraged by your warmth and eagerness, the thought crosses my mind that everybody has more than one fantasy . . . what if we just kept taking turns? Could we make it to LA just trading fantasies? Sogni . . . . sogni . . .

I'm so turned on now that I'm trying to think of a way to have you for dessert before we split up for the afternoon . . . hmmmmmmm. Coughing to clear my throat, I say, "Would you do me a favor? If the waiter comes, would you tell him that I went to the bathroom, but that I would like some port wine with my dessert?" You tell me it's not a problem, and I thank you as I slide down off my chair and under the tablecloth . . . .

. . . . and there you are . . . . I can barely see the black fabric inside the leg of your shorts, and my erection is back at full strength. Your knees seem to be fidgeting around a bit in caution, but I pull you toward me so that you are slouching in the booth, with your ass on the edge of the seat, and I flap the tablecloth up so that it drapes across higher, just above your belly button. Your shirt does a fine job of covering the rest as I unbutton and unzip your shorts, tracing my tongue up your thighs the whole time. Your hand seems to be holding your shorts at the waistline, with your other hand gripping the table, but I slowly eek your shorts out from under you, pulling them down to your ankles, which you try and cross, but I've already slid the shorts over one foot, freeing your legs to be spread . . . . and they spread without resistance . . . . she's getting into this, I think to myself with a smile . . . . mmmmmmmm . . . . kissing toward the center, I stare at your pouting lips through your panties, and cannot wait to taste you.

I hear footsteps . . . .

. . . . .

damn . . . .

. . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . closer

. . . . . . . .

I freeze, not knowing how to proceed. The footsteps approach and I can hear our waiter beginning his usual, "How is everything?" procedure.

With a mischievous grin, my tongue reaches out to stroke along the outside contours of your panties as you reply . . .

 

[Felicia4411]

Felicia

When Madeline joined me in licking Damien's cock I felt my pussy start to get wetter. When he had suggested fucking her while she rubbed against me I knew I was in for a very erotic time. As he began to enter her cunt I began to suck her nipple while she moaned. The feel of her rubbing against my pussy felt amazing and I felt my nipples begin to harden again.

 

[sweetlilmandy]

Madeline DuBois

Madeline was loving the way this ride was turning out. Never before had she had such an erotic experience.

She looked down at Kelly, who was obviously in extasy. Madeline was lying on top of her, their pussys in perfect alignment with each other. Madeline rotated her hips, grinding their wetness together.

She felt Damien position himself behind them. Madeline thrust her ass into the air, giving him access to her hot pussy. She leaned down, sucking Kelly's nipples.

Madeline moaned as she felt the tip of Damien's cock push into her. She spread her legs further, giving him better access and pushing her clit right into Kelly's soaking pussy.


"ooooo yes....that's it Damien...." Madeline felt Damien push into her, slowly.

 

[freshrope_69]

Chicago...Southern Cali...

OOC: Mr. and Mrs. Richard Wadsworth...(Freshrope and Mya)

Oh, Chicago...The Windy City....

Married just the night before, Richard and Courtney are leaving Chicago on a train for L.A.

Richard is retired from the Dot.Com business field (down sizing more like it, but millions made and out just in time). Thirty- nine yrs of age, still young enough to begin again and old enough to understand himself, life, and the desires he harbors. At 6'2, 220 lbs., eyes black as coal and skin tanned so deep his Cherkee and Irish heritage belies his adventurious view of life.

He is deeply in love with Courtney. She makes him fill whole for the first time in his life. He has always wanted and desire someone, who had just as much zest for life as himself. Courtney is that woman.

At twenty-nine years old, Courtney is well versed in the ways of treating her man. She isn't shy about her suggestives attitude toward men or women. She is like a free bird and Richard is very proud that she is his wife now.

They are open and honest with each other. They decided on the train ride to L.A., together. Wanting to experience something different. Richard in his worldly travels had been on the TGV in France many times, yet never experienced anything out of the way so to speak.

OOC: waiting on Courtney (Mya to arrive...)

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

"I'll drink to that. (sip) And I know exactly what I want, but it will take a while to make it work. Give me between lunch and dinner to prepare. Then we'll eat a wonderful meal, and this evening you will know just how much I want you, and just how I want you."
We click our galsses again and sip our wine. Wondering to myself what you might have in mind. What could top this morning. Smiling at your serious look on your face " Take what ever time you want.....Should I wear anything special?" The thoughts going through my head have me aroused again. My nipples poke at my top. Our eyes make contact almost the whole time we eat and drink. I cannot shed the grin on my face. Our feet also in constant contact. Mine moving up and down your calf to just above your knee. Still feeling urges as your foot rubs between my legs, sliding along my thigh, falling just short of my warmth and wetness.

"Would you do me a favor? If the waiter comes, would you tell him that I went to the bathroom, but that I would like some port wine with my dessert?" I give you a questioning look and figure you really do need the bathroom. Then you slide off your seat and under the table. I am totally taken by surprise. Turning my head all around the room to see if anyone saw you.
I feel your hands on my thighs. I squirm in my seat. Still looking around the dinning car. You pull me forward in my seat, my ass just resting on the edge.One reaction at first my knees come together....then move apart some. You pull the tablecloth up over my lap to hide you. I can feel my face turning crimson red and at the same time my nipples rubbing against the material of my bra.
I feel you unbutton my shorts sliding the zipper down. Your tongue moving from on thigh to the other. My hand grasps for the waistband of my shorts. Still looking around the car. You pull at the bottom on my shorts. Lifting my ass up a little off the seat they slide down over my thighs. I can feel the cool air conditioned air on my damp panties. You slide my shorts over my foot. I cannot believe I am sitting here in just my panties. I feel very nervous and yet I feel a surge of wetness fill me. Your tongue slides up my inner thigh. My legs part a little more. I can feel your warm breath through my damp panties on my lips. I take a deep nervous breath.
Then I see the waiter coming towards our table. Trying to sit up some. I can feel my whole body heat up. He stops at our table. " How is everything" he asks. " UUmm Ahhhhh Oh everything is just fine thank you" " My friend Antonio...." Your tongue moves up my thigh. " My friend went to the restroom"......I feel your tongue move to my panties. Licking right across where they cover me. Trying to squeeze my legs together some. I can,t......I just squeeze you tighter to me. I squirm a little in my seat..." He would like some wine"......Your tongue slides up the full length of my slit. "What kind of wine" the waiter inquires". He is no longer looking at my eyes but looking down some. I know he is staring at the two bumps on my shirt my nipples are forming." He.....I think he said.......He would like Port...please" Your warm breath and wet tongue still teasing me. " Is there anything else I can do for you" the waiter asks. "Ohh Noo Thank you.....I have everything I need plus some" He takes a step back from the table" I will be right back with the wine"
He walks away from the table. I sink into my seat. I notice him look back my way a couple of times. I smile back at him as I slowly move my ass side to side on my seat.
I feel you move my panties aside. Your tongue touching my naked lips. Moving up to my clit. I can feel my wetness moving down to my ass. Your lips move over my clit. " Oh God" I say under my breath. Your tongue twirling my clit side to side. Trying not to squirm to much. Still checking the others in the dinning car. All seem envolved in their own world. Your tongue pushes inside me. I push myself against your touch. "Oh god I am going to cum" I whisper. Hoping you are the only one who heard me.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Madeline DuBois

Madeline moaned as she felt the tip of Damien's cock push into her. She spread her legs further, giving him better access and pushing her clit right into Kelly's soaking pussy.

"ooooo yes....that's it Damien...." Madeline felt Damien push into her, slowly.

Two pussies aligned beneath him, like planets lining up to the warmth of the sun, Damien knew he was in heaven.

Breathing deeply of the heavily scented air, the massage oil, his own musk and the sweet womanly odour of Madeline's and Kelly's pussies, filling his lungs with energy, he thrust deeper into Madeline's, welcoming wetness. Past the soft slipperiness of her open lips, he felt his foreskin dragged back, rolled on his cock by the tighter grip of her inner pussy.

Rocking his hips, filling her, feeling her squirm beneath him, drawing him into her and grinding against Kelly's upward-arhing mound. Withdrawing almost to the tip, feeling the succulent stroking of the walls of her vagina as he pulled back, Damien looked down as his next thrust, sharper, harder, deeper drilled into her.

Their three bodies now, moving as one, the erotic rhythmical dance, to the beat of their quickening hearts. With each driving thrust Damiens balls slapped against the wetness of Kelly's, as yet unfilled, pussy; his cock and balls slick with both women's mingled wetness. Breathing harder, grinding faster into Madeline - dutifully and with unparelled pleasure giving her all his attention - waiting though for the order that would see him divert to Kelly's pussy.

 

[mya]

Courtney Wadsworth

Courtney Wadsworth—age 29, 36C-26-36, long curly blonde hair, 5’8”. A definite playgirl and the daughter to the wealthy Sir Edward Wellington. She is used to getting what she wants—either by using her money or her body, preferably her body. She’s had the luxury of time and money to keep her body in tip top shape, so even at 29 her body rivals that of an 18 year old. She dresses (when she bothers to put clothing on) to show it off and she’s not at all shy. She’d met Richard Wadsworth through her daddy, and they’d immediately hit it off. Richard had everything Courtney wanted in a husband—a big bank account, and a big…sexual appetite among other things. Richard seemed to love to show her off as much as she enjoyed doing so. And frankly her Daddy was glad to see her find another man to support her—and he’d paid for the biggest most lavish wedding for the happy couple just the day before.

***

Richard held Courtney’s hand, helping her ascend the steps to board the train. Her lemon yellow skirt clung tightly to her firm ass before him, as she carefully stepped with her new high heels so as not to mar them on the rough metal steps. She moved down the aisle, her hips swaying gently before her. Richard hurried behind her, managing to brush his crotch up against her ass again and again as they worked their way to the back of the car.

She turned her head and purred for his ears only, “Ohh Baby! We barely got out of bed and dressed in time to catch the train on time. Don’t tell me you’re ready again?” She grinned, because she knew Richard was always just as ready as she was. The two of them often joked that they could live in the bedroom—then again they could. Richard had more than enough money never to work again, and he had a whole staff of servants running his mansion.

Courtney checked the sleeping berth numbers as she moved forward, “44, 46, 48…” Then she stopped to re-check their tickets. It gave Richard an opportunity to run his hands over her hips and down her thighs, running his hands back up her silky stockings, brushing her short skirt higher and higher, until he felt her garter belt. His lips nuzzled her neck, and she happily arched her neck to give him better access to her smooth flesh. “Ohhhhhhhhh Baby, we can’t find our berth fast enough can we! Lucky for us, the ticket says we’re in Berth 50…only a few more feet Love. Come on let’s go. Not that I mind if you want to make love to me here, but I suspect there might be a few more passengers boarding the train in Chicago, who are also eager to find their rooms.” Richard growled and gently pushed Courtney forward to their berth.

Courtney fumbled with the key, until the door finally swung open. “OOOOOOOO Richard! It’s the end berth on the car too! At least we won’t have to worry about keeping two sets of neighbors awake at night when you make me scream!” She felt Richard’s hands cupping her boobs as he hugged her from behind, still in no hurry to leave the public aisle way. Courtney didn’t care, she merely turned in his arms, and placed her lips upon his for a long sexy kiss as her own hands wrapped tightly around his neck.

 

[soulchump]

Antonio

Savoring every last drop of my delicious dessert, I lap up your wetness and flick my tongue across your clit. I love how your ass wiggles in the seat with pleasure, now that our waiter has run off for the wine.

"Oh god I am going to cum," you whisper with a rasp. That is all I needed to hear . . . I focus all my tongue's energy on your clit -- tasting, sucking & licking -- and tease the entrance to your ass with one finger while two others enter your cunt. The tension in your body escalates against the pressure that I'm putting on your most sensitive spots, and you begin to buck against my mouth a little as your foot finds my crotch and strokes against my cock. I can hear your moans, and I hope that you haven't lost your sense of where we are . . . actually, I don't care, because the sound and taste of you are making me so fucking hot, and I just want you to explode for both of us right now . . . . and then you do --

-- the thrust of your pelvis in that final surge of pleasure pushes my head forcibly up into the table. My "Ow!" and your "Oh!" are simultaneous and audible. You cover beautifully by continuing . . . "OWww . . . . my knee!!" You lean down as though you are rubbing your sore knee, but you are signalling me, so I slide your shorts over your free foot and up into your grasp. In one smooth motion, you are back into them, and you swing your knee out to the side to "check it" while I finish with the zipper. "Damn," I hear you say, "I didn't realize there was such a firm pole under my table." You must be talking to someone, I imagine, but they don't seem to be laughing as loud as I'm trying not to.

Your leg swings back in, and I see your hand drop under the table cloth and give me the "OK" sign, so I quickly pop back up on my side of the table. Your smile looks like a grinning 14-year-old who's just kissed her first crush. My mouth is smiling too, perhaps with a bit more confidence than usual. The waiter brings my dessert wine just then, and as he walks away I say, "Did you want to taste this before I have some wine?" Knowing that I'm offering, you accept my mouth instead of the glass, and we kiss over the table lingeringly, sharing our dessert before passing the wine back and forth to mix in its sweetness.

"Before dessert, you asked if you should wear something particular . . . yes . . . wear your favorite - whatever. The thing that makes you feel most beautiful. Most wanted. Most sexy. Most comfortable. Your favorite." Signing the ticket that came with the wine, I inform you, "Dinner will be back in the open air dining car, so that we can see the midwestern sunset." Standing, I step around the table and lean in to hold your neck and run my fingers through your hair one last time for now as we kiss gently . . . . . . . . "Six-thirty is dinner, then?"

 

[Felicia4411]

Kelly

Feeling Damien thrust into Madeline's wet pussy I was amazed at how wonderful this was. Watching and hearing Madeline getting fucked while she rubbed her pussy against mine and sucked my nipples was pure ecstasy. Seeing the pleasure on her face I eagerly waited to feel Damien's hard cock inside me. "Oh god Madeline, I love when you rub your cunt against mine, it makes me so wet." I cried out.

 

[freshrope_69]

Richard Wadsworth...

As I watched Courtney from behind, looking for our berth, I just could not keep my hands off her. I knew I was on a journey of a life time. Being married to Courtney was a goal fulfilled after a long courtship.

Courtney loved in her place in life. What with her daddy's money to provide for her and now mine. I had no problem with her being so forward with others and oh my god the teasing she did to others.

I, too, was happy when we realized that our berth was at the end of the train car. I know Courtney is a bit loud during our love making and fuckfest sessions. She drives me wild with our abandonment of lust. Courtney in other words could be a slut and I loved that so much.

As Courtney kissed me there in the walkway of the train, I just had to pull her closer. Seeking the bottom of her throat with my tongue. I grab her ass and pushed my cock in closer so that she could feel the hardness that was developing for her.

I am a bit more shy than Courtney, but I feed off her like if she was the air that I need to breathe. Courtney knows what she wants and knows how to get it, at any cost.

We found our berth and quickly opened the door. I bull rushed her into the berth and shut the door just as fast. I dropped the packages where we were and pulled Courtney back into my arms.

I kissed her hard and passionate. I thought she would be shocked and yet she wasn't. Her mouth opened up and received my tongue with joy and once I felt her grab my ass and pull her deeper into her groin, I felt just how wet she really was.

I heard Courtney speak. Asking me to get on my knees, that she had something for me. I did as requested and was presented with a hot melting pussy. Inflamed, red and wide open lips, ready for an invasion of some kind.

"Richard, dear? Eat my cunt and don't stop till I beg you to stop."

Immediately, I thrusted my lips onto her, licking sucking her juices into my mouth. God does she taste great. I heard her scream.

"Oh yes, baby...I need this so much. Suck me harder...Eat it baby...eat my cunt...I love you Richard...Oh Baby you are so good to me..."

Courtney always know the right things to say to me. I am where I want to be...between her legs and in her life.

I would do anything for my new bride.

 

[sweetlilmandy]

Madeline DuBois

Madeline was panting, her body ready to explode in orgasm as Damien pushed into her faster and faster. Her pussy was grinding into Kelly's from the force of his pushing.

"Oookkay...okay..." she panted. She wanted to hold the orgasm off as long as she could. "Fuck Kelly....she needs a big cock in her tight pussy." Madeline smiled down at Kelly, she kissed her plowing her tongue into Kelly's mouth. She found Kelly's tongue and sucked it. She bent down and pulled a nipple into her mouth, biting lightly. Her tongue moved over Kelly's breasts licking every inch of them.

She waited for Damien to pull out of her and push into Kelly.

 

[H'venlee]

Brianna

I couldn't believe that I had not seen Frank yet today. Pouting to myself, I maKe myself get up and go sit in the lounge car with my romance novel. Best a time as any to catch up on my reading.

As I walk down the hall, I see a couple boarding the train. She is pretty, and giggles. I shake my head, glancing at the gentleman with her. Handsome, business-like, he seemed a bit worldly for such a young woman. I shrug, to each their own. I see them walk to the end of the car, having the berth just to the corner of mine. I cringe slightly, and roll my eyes. So much for good sleep the rest of the trip.

Moving my way to the lounge car, I pick a larger chair to snuggle up in just as the train pulls away from the station. The rocking motion becomes more rhythmic and I settle into my book.

My mind drifts, seeing myself as the heroin, strong and sultry.

 

[mya]

Courney Wadsworth

IC-
I couldn’t believe how horny I’d gotten just on the short trip from our hotel room to the train. Sure we’d snuggled and cuddled the whole way over in the limo—the smell of Richard’s aftershave had filled my nostrils (and it always was a factor that got me excited); his hands on my thighs, teasing but not touching where I needed it most, his hands slipping under my blouse and bra to cup my breasts and tease my nipples. Then my own wandering hands and opened his fly and pulled out his cock, playing softly with it the whole time. And our tongue melding kisses that went on and on. And finally our entrance to the train with his body plastered against mine. It had all combined to be more than I could stand for long.

As Richard finally shoved me in the door, I was crawling with need. I couldn’t stop myself from begging for his tongue deep in my twat. Lucky for me, Richard seemed more than happy to help out. He went to work quickly, his tongue delving deep inside my slit, lapping with long tongue strokes up and over my swollen clit. His teeth nibbled on the bud and I screamed, "Oh yes, baby...I need this so much. Suck me harder...Eat it baby...eat my cunt...I love you Richard...Oh Baby you are so good to me..."

Richard’s hot tongue lapped faster and harder, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pressed them wider open. I squealed again as I began to hump my hips against his face; grinding my pussy against his mouth. “OH GOD BABY. OH GOD,” I squealed again, “OH FUCK BABY, I’M CUMMMING!” I yelled loudly, uncaring who heard me. As my orgasm passed, my body collapsed on the bed, my feet still on the floor. I lay staring up at the ceiling with my hair mussed about my face, panting softly. I patted the bed beside me, “Come on up here Love.”

Richard slid onto the bed, hauling me up beside him. I rolled on my side to face him and kissed him softly. My tongue tasted my own juices on his lips. I suckled his lower lip gently, getting the last droplet of my nectar before breaking the kiss. Our eyes held and met, both of us smiling. “Wanna fuck Baby?” I asked with a grin, fairly certain I knew the answer already. My hand was already cupping his straining cock through his pants. “You didn’t want to see the scenery anyway did you?”


OOC--H'venlee...may I say that AV is hot!! And I'm looking forward to keeping you up at night! LOL

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

"Oh God I am going to cum". Out of the corner of my eye I see the waiter leave the car. He took one look back at me. Your tongue playing on my clit. Then I feel your long fingers. One then two pushing inside me. Another finger rubbing the opening to my ass. Trying to move only from the hips down. Pushing against your tongue. Your fingers sinking deeper inside me. My moisture warming my thighs. Leaning my arms on the table. Swaying my ass side to side. My foot slipping between your legs. I can feel how excited you are. Taking in a deep breath. My clit throbbing with pleasure. My pussy lips tighten the grip on your fingers. Trying not to make noise. I let out a groan. Reaching for my glass of water. Sipping it. Pushing my hips forward. Back and forth. Faster , harder, then my cream erupts out of me. Your fingers slosh in my wetness. Your tongue lapping my lips. Another wave flows. All I can think is " Oh My God". My body begins to relax after a couple of more less forceful thrusts. I can feel the flush covering my whole body.
One last push on you as another tremor hits me. This pushes your head against the table top. I hear you say Oww. Just then another guest is walking towards our table. I reach under the table trying to act like I am rubbing my knee. You manage to slip my shorts over my feet and up my leg. We both pull them up over my thighs. The other person walks by. I remeber seeing her last night at dinner. She looks down at me as she walks by. I try to cover by saying something stupid. " I did not know there was such a hard pole under this table" I laugh nervously. She just smiles at me and continues on her way. Agian I can feel my face flush.
When all seems clear I signal you to take your seat. You slide from under the table. We both have grins on our faces. Smiling still with a red face I say to you. " I can not believe you, we just did that. I had to keep myself from making noise by trying to drink my water. I will get you back" We both laugh.
Just then the waiter returns with the wine. He places it down. " Hope this is to your liking" He is talking to you but his eyes keep wondering to me. As he walks from the table he looks back one more time. With a smile and a look on his face like he knows. He winks at me and continues on. Then I hear you say" want a taste before I have some wine" as you lean some across the table. Sitting up close to the table, leaning towards you. Your lips meet mine. Again I feel a warmth fill my whole body. Your tongue and my tongue meet. Then my tongue slips between your lips. Our lips pressed tight. I can taste myself in your warm sweet mouth, made even sweeter by the taste of my cum. We sit back in our seats and you sip your wine. I just watch and continue to smile. I have never felt this way and I do not want it to end.
You finish your wine. You answer a question I had asked earlier." Tonight wear some thing that makes you feel beautiful and sexy." We will have dinner at 6:30 in the open air car." Then you kiss me gently. Smiling but feeling a little sad that you are leaving me for a while. " I have a couple of things packed away that I really like and I think you will like it also" " See you tonight sweet Antonio, and thank you" I watch as you walk from our table and out of the car. I sink deep into my seat. Looking out the window. The sun shining bright. The landscape flying by. My thoughts reliving what has transpired so far. A smile on my face. My nipples erect. My panties still wet.

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

I am not sure how long I sat there. Looking out the window. Sipping the last of my drink.
The waiter had come back and cleared the table. He just had this look on his face. Maybe it is just me. He smiled and asked " Has your friend gone back to the restroom?" I shook my head and told him " No, he has gone back to his room to shower" Then he said " He is a lucky guy." That made me smile back at him and said " Thank you, I think I am the lucky one." As he left the table he just said " Have a good day and keep having fun."
The thoughts still going through my mind. My dream. Our breakfest, the stawberries, the raspberries, the shower, and now our lunch. I finish my drink. Standing up from my seat. I look around the mostly empty dinning car. I see the women from last night. She is reading her book again. She most be hoping to see the other waiter, Frank , I think that was his name.
Making my way to my room. As I reach the door I can her a voice yelling out a few doors down, " I'm Cumming". I giggle to myself and enter my room.
First thing first. What should I wear tonight. Pulling out one dress I like. It is black and slinky. The material clings to me. The front is cut low enough to tease a little with my cleavage. It comes down to just above my knees but there is a slit up one side that goes to mid thigh. Thinking maybe this is to dressy for the train but I do like it.
Then looking at another skirt. It is short about mid thigh or just a little higher. It is light gray with black flower print on it. This also is clingy. I like how it shows my butt off. Top it off with a white silk tank top. Not to dressy. This might be the one.
Then one other dress. Some thing an old boy friend gave me. I only wore it once for him to a party. It is white. Comes down to just above mid thigh. It has thin straps around the shoulders. No buttons or zippers. The back plunges down to the small of my back. It is held together with a white string tie. The front opens all the way to my waist. It also is closed with a white string tie. Depending how tight I tie the front determines how much it will show. Then I think to my self, this is a little to slutty, but it is sexy.
I wonder what Antonio would like. Well I still have some time.
I sit in my room. Pondering the night to come. Planning how I will get Antonio back for lunch. As I think about this I feel myself becoming aroused. I can still hear the sounds of some one enjoying their sex.

 

[soulchump]

Antonio

Returning to my berth with a satisfied grin, I decide to shower first. The first reason is that it will allow my favorite nurse some time to get up and leave, so that I don't bump into her while I make my plans . . . wouldn't want her to get hints, or lose any time in case I just couldn't keep my mouth off of her if I saw her before dinner. Secondly, showering is one of the Six Pleasures, so why not?

Upon exiting the shower, and after stopping for a moment to feel that surge of virility that being clean and refreshed brings, I decide to wear my clothes for the evening in case I don't have time to stop back here before dinner. Black on black. Button-down shirt, cuffed twice to make it more casual, and slacks. Classy, understated. Hair is slightly messy after the shower . . . perfect. Time to go.

Being as subtle as I can, feeling almost like an international spy at times, I begin to idly track down the people I need in order to swing my plan. My main resource is going to have to be my paisano, Frank, for starters at least. After tracking him down, and getting some VERY useful tips from him, I visit a couple other staff by his recommendation, discuss my particular needs with them, and everything appears to be in order by 6pm.

I return to my room to relax, read, and listen to some music for a bit before dinner. At 6:20, I begin to make my way down to the outdoor dining car. Upon arriving, I am five minutes early, and delighted to see that all the tables have been removed from the car, except one -- a table set for two. The porter has gone to the added length of putting candles here & there throughout the car, so that it glows mildly . . . I'll have to remember to get Frank something nice . . . he really came through. I walk to the far end of the car, and out through the adjacent caboose to stand and watch the track roll out under my feet as the last few minutes before Debbie arrives expire. Chicago is radiant in the distance behind us, night chasing the train as the last rays of the sun guide the engineer toward . . .

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

I don't want to rush. After sitting by the window for a short while I decide to shower. Slipping out of my clothing. Walking into the bathroom. Adjusting the water to the right temp. The hot water flowing down my face. Cascading off my breasts. Down my whole body. Ummm I love hot showers. Soaping myself down. My hands sliding with no effort over my body. A foamy coating of soap covering my breasts. My hands rubbing down my stomach. My fingers rubbing between my legs. My thoughs return to what happened in here early today. My eyes closed, my fingers rubbing up and down my slit. Rubbing my clit gently with my finger tip. I can see you here with me.I see us as we were this morning. One hand cupping my breast, rubbing my nipple. My other hand rubbing my clit. It takes only a short time. I push two fingers inside myself. Letting out a groan. My ass slipping down the shower wall until I am almost sitting. A hot wave of cum covers my fingers. Pushing my fingers in and out. Milking the last of my cum. Standing back up, Soaping up again, rinsing off. I turn off the shower and slip out.
Sitting in my chair in front of the mirror naked. I comb my hair. I decide to let it out tonight. Combing it so it will flow down to almost the middle of my back. Placing some make up on. Enough to bring the highlights of my face out. A little lipstick. Checking my efforts out in the mirror. It is the best I can do I decide.
I decide on the dress I first pulled out. I like it a lot. Slipping into a pair of black silk thong panties. Slipping the dress on. No bra needed. It as a semi one built in. Looking in the mirror again. Adjusting the thin straps over my shoulders. The front plunges some. Exsposing the beginning of the curve of my breasts and a fair amount of cleavage. I feel a little self conscious about this trying to adjust it some. The black silky material of the dress conforms to the shape of my body, clinging to it. It comes down to just below mid thigh. Turning to my side view. The slit up the side of my leg goes well past mid thigh. I am glad it is only on one side. I pull out a pair of black heels adjust my hair so some is flowing down my front but most down my back,and I am ready. Checking the time, 6:05PM.
Closing the door behind me. I move to the open air car.
The sun is just starting to set. I enter the car and stop. There is only one table set up. There are candles here and there that soon will fill the room with a soft light. I can not believe you have done this. Walking towards the table. I see you standing outside. I walk to the doorway. Just behind you. You are looking off in the distance not aware that I am behind you. The suns last rays lighting up the sky in a brilant display of colors. You look fantastic in your black shirt and pants. I am glad I wore what I have.
I say to you " Hello Antonio.....this is wonderful....I can not believe you did this " Walking up next to you. Looking up into your eyes. My eyes a little watery. Moving my lips towards yours. We kiss softly.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Madeline DuBois

Madeline was panting, her body ready to explode in orgasm as Damien pushed into her faster and faster. Her pussy was grinding into Kelly's from the force of his pushing.

"Oookkay...okay..." she panted. She wanted to hold the orgasm off as long as she could. "Fuck Kelly....she needs a big cock in her tight pussy." Madeline smiled down at Kelly, she kissed her plowing her tongue into Kelly's mouth. She found Kelly's tongue and sucked it. She bent down and pulled a nipple into her mouth, biting lightly. Her tongue moved over Kelly's breasts licking every inch of them.

She waited for Damien to pull out of her and push into Kelly.

On Madeline's command, Damien pulled back, his cock slipping from her pussy, knowing from each movemnet of her body trying to hold him in, contrary to what her words had said and feeling that just a few more driving thrusts would take her over the edge.

"Kelly, my cock, so wet from Madeline is all yours" so saying, Damien let his swollen stiffness glide within he waiting lips, then upward and inward, deeper with the twist of his hips he felt his pubic bone press against the combination of Kelly's writhing mound and the soft wetness of Madeline's down-pressing pussy, her wetness pressing back with each movement of his body.

Hearing Kelly graon, was an inviation to his eager body to drive hard and deep into her, pulling back he withdraws and taking hold of his cock he strokes the bulbous end over Kelly's protruding clit, rubbing it faster against her, until, hearing her moaning quicken, Damien once again fills her grinding harder and faster, his own need now reaching fever pitch, Medeline's and Kelly's bodies pressed against each other, his own riding them .. each so close ....

 

[Felicia4411]

Kelly

As Damien slid his hard cock into my pussy he said, "Kelly, my cock, so wet from Madeline is all yours." The thought of Madeline's juices mixing with mine while he fucked me made me moan in excitement. "Oh yes Damien I want to feel your cock deep inside of me." As he began going harder and quicker my moans became louder and more insistent, my body begging to cum. I felt Madeline licking and sucking my nipple as her body rubbed against me.
He slipped out of me and began rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. As he sensed me getting closed he began pounding in and out as waves of pleasure washed over me. I moved my mouth over Madeline's and began rubbing my tounge against hers as my orgasm finally ended. "I hate to have you stop Damien but I think Madeline and I would like to share your cum." I said with a sexy smile.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Re: Kelly

As Damien slid his hard cock into my pussy he said, "Kelly, my cock, so wet from Madeline is all yours." The thought of Madeline's juices mixing with mine while he fucked me made me moan in excitement. "Oh yes Damien I want to feel your cock deep inside of me." As he began going harder and quicker my moans became louder and more insistent, my body begging to cum. I felt Madeline licking and sucking my nipple as her body rubbed against me.
He slipped out of me and began rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. As he sensed me getting closed he began pounding in and out as waves of pleasure washed over me. I moved my mouth over Madeline's and began rubbing my tounge against hers as my orgasm finally ended. "I hate to have you stop Damien but I think Madeline and I would like to share your cum." I said with a sexy smile.

Feeling the gripping spasms of Kelly's orgasming body almost sent Damien over the edge, on the very knife-edge of his own explosion. But he knew that Madeline too was so close, earlier sacrificing her own orgasm to release Damien's cock to feed Kelly's need.

"Were Kelly's words an invitation to return to finish the job for Madeline - or something else quite different," he wondered.

As the last ripples from Kelly's body transmitted themselves to him, he felt Madeline urgently wriggling beneath him, her breathing again reduced to frantic panting, her mouth seeking Kelly's ...

 

[soulchump]

Antonio

I love nighttime. It is anonymous, somehow -- adventurous. Watching the sun go down fills me with a sense of impending excitement, and then I hear your voice . . . . "Hello Antonio . . . "
and I turn just in time to receive your thanks and your kiss. After a few moments of soft, lingering kisses, I step back from you a bit to look up and down your sexy frame. Oh my god, you look hot. Elegant, yet sexy.

"Wow. I hope our waiter is a female, or else I'm going to have to fight him off. You look amazing, Debbie." And we kiss again. Mmmmmm . . . that few hours of separation makes the taste of your mouth all new again -- so sweet and warm.

We walk slowly back into the open car, and sit at our table. After a glass of wine, the food begins to arrive . . . and we spend the next hour or so exploring different tastes, feeding each other, sharing stories of the past and of how we picture Los Angeles will be, and smiling . . . we smile a lot, you and I . . . it is fantastic. Some of the food is a little too fancy, and we laugh at ourselves for dressing up nice, but still being simple people inside . . . that comforting you have brought to me from the beginning is never missing from your laugh, your beauty, your self.

Of course, our waiter is a guy, and he is obviously quite fond of that dress. He keeps looking down at your cleavage when he's at the table. But he is a gentleman overall, so I simply take delight in the fact that he wants you . . . . who wouldn't want you, come to think of it? And suddenly I feel even more priveleged to be the one who's sitting with you.

A thin silver tray of assorted chocolates is served with dessert wine, and our comfortably full stomachs relax into our chairs as we sip, nibble, and talk. A few moments later, I see our waiter standing at the door, holding a surprise that I have prepared. As he approaches, I begin to explain, "Italy is a Mediterranean country. Because of this, many North African, Middle Eastern, and Western European traditions find their way to us, or we find our way to them. I wanted to share some of these with you tonight." Our waiter has placed on the floor next to our table a water pipe with ornate glass and metal decorations. It has a long, tightly-woven blue fabric tube connecting to a wooden mouthpiece which hangs in its attached holder. "The hukkah," I explain, "or shish-nah as it should be called since this one is from Lebanon, was brought to me by my father after his trip there to purchase Middle-Eastern instruments. That warm, sweet fragrance coming from it is something I picked up on a vacation to Spain. Their slang term for it is flyes, but I think you would call it hashish. It is completely natural, but it's also a rather potent narcotic, so if you don't care for any, I completely understand."

I place a small chocolate in my mouth, and just as it has melted and coated my tongue, I take the mouthpiece and inhale slowly and deliberately. The flavors mix in my mouth with pleasure, and I hold the smoke in, while twirling my tongue around joyfully. I swallow the chocolate, and then slowly exhale, filling the air temporarily with fog and fragrance. With a contented smile, I sit back for a bit and look deep into you, unable to keep my mind off of what I have in store for us tonight . . .

 

[Don/Deb]

Debbie

The last of the days sunlight fading behind us. Our lips lightly touching in a soft and welcoming kiss. Then you take a step back. A look on your face that tells me I made the right choice on what to wear. A smile on my face as I do a little twirl in front of you. " So you like this dress?" You smile saying "Wow. I hope our waiter is a female, or else I'm going to have to fight him off. You look amazing, Debbie." Happy that you approve, " Thank you Antonio, you look pretty amazing yourself." We move closer and kiss again. Not just lips this time. Our tongues gently probe each others mouths. I can feel that warm feeling taking over my body again.
You lead me into the dinning car. Just one table set up. Two very nice chairs set up side by side. You pull my chair out for me. I take my seat. You slip into the seat next to me on the right. I am glad because that is the side the slit in my dress is on. " I still can not believe you set this up. I can't imagine what the rest of the night will bring." We have wine. We enjoy some exotic foods. Things I would never had imagined on a train. Most of it is very good. Some things I try, and you laugh at me, as my face wrinkles up because I do not like it. We share conversation about ourselves. Time just seems to fly by.
The waiter is very professional. He brings one tray out. Giving us time to enjoy the sampling of food on it. He is rather good looking. Tall. Medium build. Deep blue eyes. Tanned skin. Before removing a tray he always asks if we are ready. How did we like it. Placing a new tray down. He talks to both of us but his eyes seem to spend most of the time on me. The last tray he brings out has wine on it. Assorted chocolates and candies. We relax in our chairs. I indulge in one of my weaknesses. The chocolates. We sip more wine. I can feel my face becoming warm. " I think the wine is getting to me some Antonio."
Looking up I see the waiter standing at the doorway with ,what looks like to me, an Indian Waterpipe. He places it down in front of us. I am deeply engrossed as you explain how your dad bought this. Of the different costumes. The aromor comming from the pipe filling my nose. Sweet smelling. Then you confirm what I thought was smoldering in the pipe. I squirm a little in my seat. Not that this is new to me. I had smoked some while in school. A few times in fact. What made me nervous was that we are in a public place.
You tell me that you will understand if I do not join you. I watch as you inhale from the mouthpiece. Then a cloud of smoke flows from between your lips. I always liked the smell. You sit back into your chair. Relaxed. Smiling. Looking deep into my eyes.
I hesitate at first. Then I lean up in my chair. My hand brushing my hair away from the side of my face, letting it flow down my back. I place the mouthpiece to my lips. Inhaling slowly. My body reacts with a spasmatic cough. The smoke gushing out of my mouth. You look concerned at first, until I begin to laugh. " It has been a long time since I tried this you know." Inhaling the smoke a second time. This time a can hold it in. I was already feeling the wine before this. Letting the smoke slowly flow out between my lips. I can feel my body becomming even more relaxed. Looking back at you, leaning deep in your chair, your eyes seem to pull me towards you. I lean closer to you. Letting my lips gently touch yours. We share a slow passionate kiss. My one hand behind your head. The other holding around your back. We both sit up and inhale the sweet tasting smoke a couple of more times.
We again sink back in our chairs. My body very relaxed. Enjoying another candy. I notice that my dress is exsposing most of my right thigh. We talk some about others we have seen on the train. We both seem to giggle and laugh at the smallest things. I am still wondering what other surprises you have instore for me. Looking into your eyes. With a silly grin on my face I say " Antonio.....I think the wine and the Hash have gotten to me" My hand resting in your lap. Moving up along your thigh, Stopping over the zipper of your pants, gently massaging over that area. I can feel you beginning to stir.

 

[H'venlee]

Brianna

After spending a day wrapped up in my book, I decided a quick dinner and a nice long sleep would do me good. Sliding into a seat in the dining car I notice a woman walk in. She places a warm passionate kiss on the gentleman's lips. She is dressed for romance, sensual and seductive.

I sigh a bit, feeling lost and alone on this train full of people.

 

[sweetlilmandy]

Madeline DuBois

Madeline felt Kelly shaking beneath her from the massive orgasm. She quickly kissed her passionately, sucking Kelly's bottom lip into her mouth.

Madeline felt Damien pull out of Kelly, allowing Madeline to raise her ass slightly. She was pleasantly surprised to feel Damien's tongue begin to flicker about her hard clit.


"Yes! Yes!" She screamed, feeling herself rise higher and higher towards climaxing. Her hips moved spastically, on the verge of her orgasm.

"I'm cumming! Oooo yes!" madeline screamed, her body erupted in pleasure, exhausting her. She fell to the bed next to Kelly. Little moans still escaped her lips as she stared at Kelly's beautiful face.