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Bill Owens sat on his comfortable seat looking out at the scenery
of Western Colorado zip by as the train wound through the Rockies. A
traveling musician, and a struggling one at that, he'd jumped at the great
fare he'd found and it sure beat Dauschound Bus Lines. Past experience told
him that a train with a sleeping car and a club car for 20 hours beat a bus
with small seats and an occasional stop at a McDougal's all hollow. The
club car wasn't particularly busy, just a scattering of people passing
through for a quick drink or moving through from the vista car to the
sleeping sections or vice versa. All in all, not a bad way to spend Tuesday
between where he was and where he was going.
Bill was looking away when it happened, the appearance of the lady
into the club car. He turned to look at this rather pretty lady dancing
down the aisle between the bar and tables, looking as if she was having the
time of her life. He smiled and tried to look at the Rocky Mountains, but
in all honesty, after two hours of forest the girl kept drawing his
attention. She was about five foot six and a little smallish up top, but
with a nice enough figure for any coffee house performer to admire.
As he was checking her out, she did one of her many spins and
noticed Bill's attention was on her. Smiling at him, she danced a bit more,
flitting up her skirt a touch below daring and joined him at his table when
the song on the speakers had ended.
"I love trains. They make me want to move. I can't sit still for
long on them." the lady in front of Bill said as she took a sip of her
drink.
"I suddenly have more appreciation for them, myself."
She giggled. "I'm Darryl."
"Bill."
"Let's dance."
Without preamble, Darryl pulled Bill up and finished out the tune
playing with a bit of sprightly dance when the song changed to a slower
romantic tune and Darryl fell against Bill's chest. With her head nestled
against him and his arms encircling her they swayed with the beat of the
song and the rhythm of the tracks.
Finally the song ended and they moved apart for a moment. Looking
into each other's eyes, the moment was broken with the sudden entry into a
tunnel. Darryl leaned close to Bill's ear, whispered "Car 2, 21", kissed
his cheek, and left in the dim light. When the train left the tunnel, Bill
ordered another drink and sat back down.
After the sunset an hour or two later, Bill left his seat and a
small tip for the bartender and went back to the sleeping cars. He was on
his way to car three when he found himself stopped in front of number
twenty-one in car two. He thought it was crazy, a one night stand on a
train, a whirlwind encounter traveling across Colorado, and oh how he'd not
been with someone since Duluth eight months ago. Finally libido won out,
having the eight-month backlog, and he tapped on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's Bill, from the club car."
"Oh. Yeah. The dancer."
Awkward pause.
"Bill, it's not usually me that acts like that, but with the train
and the music, well..."
"I can leave if you like."
There was a bit of rustling about behind the door. Finally he heard
Darryl say, "Well, if you want to try something different this train ride,
come on in."
Bill thought there was a funny inflection to Darryl's voice, but
eight months of celibacy in the face of duty soon overrode his small
lingering doubts. He pulled the door open and saw Darryl with her back to
him, her longish hair draped against her hourglass back, her shapely legs
reaching up to her bare bottom. He quickly slid the door shut behind him as
he stared at the girl in front of him.
Slowly Darryl turned around and Bill's gaze was drawn to her
perfectly shaped breasts, her nipples hard and beautiful on those firm
orbs. The prettiness of her top made the sudden incongruity of her bottom
all the more shocking. He felt his jaw dropping of it's own accord as he
looked down at her hard six inch penis.
"You're upset, aren't you Bill?"
"Shocked."
"It's only a night on a train."
It was. Just Bill and Darryl. Enough to meet, not enough for ever,
and as Darryl's hands removed his clothes, it was enough; no... she was
enough for one night.
When Bill was naked, he pushed Darryl down onto the bed of the
cubicle, their mouths finding each other's as Bill's body covered
Darryl. Their hands roamed across each other's backs. His chest hair
tickling her breasts, their penises rubbing together. Darryl soon had Bill
roll over and turned around and took his penis into her mouth. Bill gasped
and rose up a bit before settling back, enjoying her ministrations.
Bill rolled his head to the side and looked at Darryl's penis. By
then curiosity and eroticism had thoroughly trumped and conservative voices
in his head. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide across the head
of her organ. When his tongue didn't catch fire or fall off and a soft moan
escaped from Darryl around himself, he moved forward and took her inside
his mouth. Soon the two lovers were licking and sucking on each other's
hard rods, reveling in the wanton experience of the act. Then Darryl
propped herself up, gently removed her organ from Bill's mouth and lied
down on her stomach beside him.
Following her gaze he saw a box of condoms and a bottle of K-Y. He
squirted the liquid onto her bottom, then sheathed his penis with the
rubber. Quickly straddling Darryl's thighs, he pointed his rod at her
opening and pushed in. She arched up in pleasure as he filled up her
cavity, and he took the opportunity to reach around her to cup her
breasts. In and out bill slid, marveling at the tightness of Darryl
writhing beneath him as he rubbed her nipples whilst thrusting. Finally
Bill sighed and the latex covering began to fill with his liquid. He slid
out, and lied down next to Darryl.
Darryl soon was kissing him frantically, her tongue darting into
his mouth as she rubbed his shoulders and neck. Her hand then led a trail
down his back and in the middle of a particularly deep kiss; he felt
something cold on his bottom. Darryl smiled and asked an unspoken question,
and Bill nodded. He watched as she rolled a condom over herself, marveling
in the erotic image it presented. Darryl then moved behind Bill.
It was an eerie feeling, the sense of something pushing in instead
of out, and Bill grabbed the sheets as Darryl's shaft filled him for the
first time. Soon he felt the hard points of her nipples press against his
back and she began kissing his neck. The feeling of her fullness inside of
him was indescribable, then even more so when she began to pull out of
him. Little by little Bill reveled in the feeling of his orifice sliding
along Darryl's' hard and hot shaft as it made it's retreat. When her head
was all that was left inside him, she pushed forward and slid back entirely
into him. It was new and exciting and oh so much fun to feel the rhythm of
Darryl sliding her penis in and out of him, and his moans reflected that
each time her scrotum met his buttocks when she bottomed out. Finally the
pleasure was too much and Darryl placed her semen into the rubber buried
inside of Bill. Feeling the hot twitch of Darryl's coming tickling his
bowels through the latex, Bill shot a stream of liquid into the sheets.
Utterly contented, Darryl collapsed onto Bill's back and the two lovers
drifted off to sleep.
Bill woke up about four hours later. He realized with a start that
Darryl was gone. Getting his own clothes on he began to walk out the door
when he saw the note. As he walked back to his own room to gather his
things for his own stop he read the note and smiled agreeing as the tingle
in his bottom told him the note was right, that nothing beats a train for
it's rhythm.
of Western Colorado zip by as the train wound through the Rockies. A
traveling musician, and a struggling one at that, he'd jumped at the great
fare he'd found and it sure beat Dauschound Bus Lines. Past experience told
him that a train with a sleeping car and a club car for 20 hours beat a bus
with small seats and an occasional stop at a McDougal's all hollow. The
club car wasn't particularly busy, just a scattering of people passing
through for a quick drink or moving through from the vista car to the
sleeping sections or vice versa. All in all, not a bad way to spend Tuesday
between where he was and where he was going.
Bill was looking away when it happened, the appearance of the lady
into the club car. He turned to look at this rather pretty lady dancing
down the aisle between the bar and tables, looking as if she was having the
time of her life. He smiled and tried to look at the Rocky Mountains, but
in all honesty, after two hours of forest the girl kept drawing his
attention. She was about five foot six and a little smallish up top, but
with a nice enough figure for any coffee house performer to admire.
As he was checking her out, she did one of her many spins and
noticed Bill's attention was on her. Smiling at him, she danced a bit more,
flitting up her skirt a touch below daring and joined him at his table when
the song on the speakers had ended.
"I love trains. They make me want to move. I can't sit still for
long on them." the lady in front of Bill said as she took a sip of her
drink.
"I suddenly have more appreciation for them, myself."
She giggled. "I'm Darryl."
"Bill."
"Let's dance."
Without preamble, Darryl pulled Bill up and finished out the tune
playing with a bit of sprightly dance when the song changed to a slower
romantic tune and Darryl fell against Bill's chest. With her head nestled
against him and his arms encircling her they swayed with the beat of the
song and the rhythm of the tracks.
Finally the song ended and they moved apart for a moment. Looking
into each other's eyes, the moment was broken with the sudden entry into a
tunnel. Darryl leaned close to Bill's ear, whispered "Car 2, 21", kissed
his cheek, and left in the dim light. When the train left the tunnel, Bill
ordered another drink and sat back down.
After the sunset an hour or two later, Bill left his seat and a
small tip for the bartender and went back to the sleeping cars. He was on
his way to car three when he found himself stopped in front of number
twenty-one in car two. He thought it was crazy, a one night stand on a
train, a whirlwind encounter traveling across Colorado, and oh how he'd not
been with someone since Duluth eight months ago. Finally libido won out,
having the eight-month backlog, and he tapped on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's Bill, from the club car."
"Oh. Yeah. The dancer."
Awkward pause.
"Bill, it's not usually me that acts like that, but with the train
and the music, well..."
"I can leave if you like."
There was a bit of rustling about behind the door. Finally he heard
Darryl say, "Well, if you want to try something different this train ride,
come on in."
Bill thought there was a funny inflection to Darryl's voice, but
eight months of celibacy in the face of duty soon overrode his small
lingering doubts. He pulled the door open and saw Darryl with her back to
him, her longish hair draped against her hourglass back, her shapely legs
reaching up to her bare bottom. He quickly slid the door shut behind him as
he stared at the girl in front of him.
Slowly Darryl turned around and Bill's gaze was drawn to her
perfectly shaped breasts, her nipples hard and beautiful on those firm
orbs. The prettiness of her top made the sudden incongruity of her bottom
all the more shocking. He felt his jaw dropping of it's own accord as he
looked down at her hard six inch penis.
"You're upset, aren't you Bill?"
"Shocked."
"It's only a night on a train."
It was. Just Bill and Darryl. Enough to meet, not enough for ever,
and as Darryl's hands removed his clothes, it was enough; no... she was
enough for one night.
When Bill was naked, he pushed Darryl down onto the bed of the
cubicle, their mouths finding each other's as Bill's body covered
Darryl. Their hands roamed across each other's backs. His chest hair
tickling her breasts, their penises rubbing together. Darryl soon had Bill
roll over and turned around and took his penis into her mouth. Bill gasped
and rose up a bit before settling back, enjoying her ministrations.
Bill rolled his head to the side and looked at Darryl's penis. By
then curiosity and eroticism had thoroughly trumped and conservative voices
in his head. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide across the head
of her organ. When his tongue didn't catch fire or fall off and a soft moan
escaped from Darryl around himself, he moved forward and took her inside
his mouth. Soon the two lovers were licking and sucking on each other's
hard rods, reveling in the wanton experience of the act. Then Darryl
propped herself up, gently removed her organ from Bill's mouth and lied
down on her stomach beside him.
Following her gaze he saw a box of condoms and a bottle of K-Y. He
squirted the liquid onto her bottom, then sheathed his penis with the
rubber. Quickly straddling Darryl's thighs, he pointed his rod at her
opening and pushed in. She arched up in pleasure as he filled up her
cavity, and he took the opportunity to reach around her to cup her
breasts. In and out bill slid, marveling at the tightness of Darryl
writhing beneath him as he rubbed her nipples whilst thrusting. Finally
Bill sighed and the latex covering began to fill with his liquid. He slid
out, and lied down next to Darryl.
Darryl soon was kissing him frantically, her tongue darting into
his mouth as she rubbed his shoulders and neck. Her hand then led a trail
down his back and in the middle of a particularly deep kiss; he felt
something cold on his bottom. Darryl smiled and asked an unspoken question,
and Bill nodded. He watched as she rolled a condom over herself, marveling
in the erotic image it presented. Darryl then moved behind Bill.
It was an eerie feeling, the sense of something pushing in instead
of out, and Bill grabbed the sheets as Darryl's shaft filled him for the
first time. Soon he felt the hard points of her nipples press against his
back and she began kissing his neck. The feeling of her fullness inside of
him was indescribable, then even more so when she began to pull out of
him. Little by little Bill reveled in the feeling of his orifice sliding
along Darryl's' hard and hot shaft as it made it's retreat. When her head
was all that was left inside him, she pushed forward and slid back entirely
into him. It was new and exciting and oh so much fun to feel the rhythm of
Darryl sliding her penis in and out of him, and his moans reflected that
each time her scrotum met his buttocks when she bottomed out. Finally the
pleasure was too much and Darryl placed her semen into the rubber buried
inside of Bill. Feeling the hot twitch of Darryl's coming tickling his
bowels through the latex, Bill shot a stream of liquid into the sheets.
Utterly contented, Darryl collapsed onto Bill's back and the two lovers
drifted off to sleep.
Bill woke up about four hours later. He realized with a start that
Darryl was gone. Getting his own clothes on he began to walk out the door
when he saw the note. As he walked back to his own room to gather his
things for his own stop he read the note and smiled agreeing as the tingle
in his bottom told him the note was right, that nothing beats a train for
it's rhythm.
