Boogie Woogie Diesel Train

By Unknown

It was a hot and sunny (90 degrees) Tuesday in mid-July when I boarded the train. It was not just any train, it was the Via Canadian transcontinental from Toronto to Vancouver. I was lucky. I had just managed to reserve the last single room in Silver and Blue sleeping class. A rather charming room, I thought. A single seat that turned into a bed at night, with sink and toilet. Much to my dismay, however, there was only one shower for the whole sleeping car: that included 8 bunks, 7 more private daynighters, four two-bed suites, and two three-bed family units. Oh, well, I figured, I could shower any time of the day. Besides, with three meals included in the package, and some of Canada's most spectacular scenery surrounding me en route, who could ask for anything more? Maybe a nice woman, but who needs one when you're footloose and fancy free and don't have time for a woman?

As the train left Toronto Union Station ten minutes (no thanks to a malfunction in a commuter train just after it left the station) late for the three day trek westward, I realized it was lunchtime. As I was stepping out of my daynighter and headed to the dining car, at the same time from the cabin next door a rather slim lady who looked about my age, also stepped out. Since most of the seats on the car were taken, we had to sit down together in the last available table. Little did I realize that I was in for the ride of my life, in more ways than one...

It is the second full day of the trip. As the Canadian trogs along the northwest of Ontario, on its way to a one-hour stopover in Winnipeg, Manitoba, in the evening, we have our second lunch together. I have a feeling that we are already getting along just fine. Which is good, because I didn't expect to make friends with anyone on this trip. All I wanted to do was to go to the west coast to take in the mountains, Skytrain, Stanley Park, the CBC Vancouver Orchestra, and Wreck Beach, Canada's only nude beach. Not that I would look at anyone. It's just that I've always wanted to see if exposing my penis to a tan would turn me on.

We are on our way to the Skyline Car, the rearmost car. The window in the back gives a view of the track as it passes back into the horizon. On the second floor, there is a plexiglass dome on top giving a 360 degree view of the surrounding land. This is the Canadian Shield, with acres upon acres of forest and hundreds and hundreds of lakes. I once learned that Ontario has 350,000 lakes. I must have lost count after counting about 400 along this route. I just sink in, soaking in this beautiful land in all its glory when you ask me, "Uh, Robert, where are you from, anyway?"

"Me?" I ask. "Oh, from the Toronto area. North York. How about you, Sue?"

"I'm from the States. Mid-West. Topeka, Kansas."

"No kidding? What do you do for a living?"

"I work for a chemical company. Office work, that is. You?"

"Stockbroker," I say. "What do you do in your spare time?"

"Are you on the net?"

"Yeah."

"You read alt.sex.stories?"

"Yeah."

"The Sue and With Sue series?"

"Yeah."

"That's me."

What luck! I might have a chance to live out my fantasies with one of the prima donnae of the alt.sex hierarchy.

"I've read some of your stories. Mainly the heterosexual and lesbian stuff. Not the others: that kind turns me off. Fact is, you and only a couple other contributors are worth reading. 99% of the rest is far too gross, esp. the pedophelia and stuff. Anyway, I like your stories. They've turned me on on more than one occasion."

"I'm flattered, Robert. Thank your very much," you say.

"So, what are you doing here on this train?"

"I had a lucky break," you say. " I entered one of those magazine discount scams, you know, 'You may have already won 1 Billion Dollars'"

"I get that mailing every month. So, did you win something?"

"Yeah, I won a trip for one on board this train, sleeping class. Then I spend 6 nights in Vancouver before flying home. How about you. Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to get away from the rat race for a little while, Sue. Riding the subway to and from work day after day is nice, it sure beats the hell on the freeways, but after a while you just have to get away. And this year, I decided to do something completely different. So, I'm here. I'm also staying in Vancouver for six nights."

"Great. You know, Robert, maybe we can meet up while we're there."

"That would be great, Sue."

I turn my head back toward the window. For some strange reason, I get the feeling that there is going to be some seduction. Either you will take me, or I will take you. After about ten minutes of dead silence just looking out the window, I feel your fingertips softly running up and down my left arm. Then, you lean over and you kiss me softly, ever so softly, on my left cheek.

"What's that for, Sue?" I ask rather uncomfortably.

You lean forward, and whisper in my ear, "You are such a nice, kind, young man. Robert. I want us to make love."

For a full minute, I am so shocked that a feather could knock me over. Then a big, wide grin comes over my face. "Okay," I whisper back. "But shouldn't we use some kind of... well, you know..." I feel uncomfortable saying the word-

"Protection? Sure. I'm on the Pill," you whisper.

"I don't mean just that. What if you're infected with something, Sue? I know I'm not, but what if your love juices get inside my urethra while we're copulating?"

"I always carry a few boxes of condoms with me, just in case."

"Just in case?" I am worried for a minute that you are the wrong type of woman. "How many men have you slept with?"

"Only two or three. Last time was about five years ago. And no, I'm not infected with anything either. Every man I took was a virgin."

Risk of infection: zero, I think. "OK, Sue, let's go. Now. I feel horny!"

"But shouldn't we wait for supper, Robert?" you ask.

"They serve dinner until 10. No, Sue, we'll wait until after the Winnipeg stopover, which ends around 6:30. When they see us walk in that dining car with sly grins, they'll wonder what hit us!"

"Oh, my God!" you say. "I think I'll get an orgasm just hearing you say that."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's make our fantasies come true!"

You take me into your room and close the door, making triple sure it's locked. "We'll leave the shade open", you say.

"Why, Sue? Don't you think people will notice?"

"Robert, right now this train is going about 80 miles per hour. You really think people waiting at level crossings will see us? And even if they do, so what? Either they will be offended, or they'll want to have sex with their loved one right there and then at the level crossing! Besides, it's you I want, not them. I want to see the sunshine streak all over your wonderful body."

"I want to see the sunshine all over YOUR beautiful body, too. But you may not like seeing me. I'm a little overweight and have got love handles."

"So what? When we're lying together, there will be no space between us. We'll sweat even more. I love it when I sweat. I'll love it even more when you sweat adrenaline and I feel it and taste it."

As you press me back onto the wall that separates your room from mine, I hear some squeaking. Then some shaking. "Sue, hang on a minute," I say as I turn around and move my fingers up and down some kind of metal hinge in the corner. Sure enough, it is a moveable divider. Via Rail never mentioned this. What luck, though! I fold it up and swing my bunk 360 degrees (well, 340, maybe) so that it is virtually parallel to yours. "Now, we'll have a lot more room when we fuck."

"Oh, Robert, take me. Take me NOW! Show my tunnel of love what you're made of!"

We approach each other and, after a moment of hesitation, begin to kiss. After a few seconds, this becomes more intense and as your mouth widens, so does mine. First you move your face closer to mine and probe your tongue in my mouth. Then I do the same in yours. Then you start pulling down my zipper and you reach for my penis, which by this time has already reached six inches. As you move your fingers up and down it, I realize that it has never been this thick before, either. I'm used to it being a diameter of 1 1/2 to 2 inches, but now it's three full inches across. "My turn", I say, and I bend down to reach under your skirt. I find your panties and begin touching the part of your panties that cover your labia with one hand. Wait a minute, I realize, as I look at your face breathing with joy written all over it, you don't have anything on under there. With the other, I'm reaching through your slightly unbuttoned blouse and find that you're wearing a strapless bra. I reach around to the back, unclip the bra and slip it through the front and begin to fondle the paradise that is your bosom.

You take off my socks, one at a time. I take off your shoes and your silk stockings. You take off my shirt. I take off your blouse, revealing your upper nakedness in all its glory. I want to say, "What great monickers", but restrain myself. Instead, I say, "What Etruscan sculptor hath moulded those beautious mounds of joy?" This really turns you on, and you're literally pulling me towards you, saying, "I want you bad, NOW!"

"Not so fast, Sue. After all, you invited me. I'm going to take my time. It is an honour to be about to make love to someone as beautiful and honourable as you, and I'm not going to waste it."

You slowly remove my jeans and my boxers, and slowly lean yourself on top of our artificially created double bed, taking me with you. I turn myself around, and look down your skirt. Oh, what the heck, I think, if we're going to do 69 I may as well not suffocate. I unclip your skirt and throw it away. Then I move my fingers towards your labia and part it open. Slowly, ever so slowly, I position myself so that we are side-by-side. Then, you take my penis, which is now 7 inches long, into your hand and move your soft fingertips up and down my scrotal sac, and around and around the testes.

I sigh loudly, "Oh, Sue, keep doing that, please keep doing that." As you do, I move two fingers into your vagina. Slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. Then 3/4 of an inch, then out. As I do this, I lick your clitoris You're starting to breath huskily, and not wanting to wait anymore, you take my penis right into your mouth and you also do the 1/2 inch, 3/4 bit. Each time you take me inside your mouth, your tongue moves all around my penis.

"I really like your doing what you're doing. Like what I'm doing, Robert?"

"I like it, Sue. As a matter of fact, I love it!" I can already begin to feel your tunnel of love quiver with tremors all around my fingers. I move my tongue into your mouth so I can get that sensation there, and it feels terrific. Plus, with the train swaying side to side, this is the most incredible experience I've ever had. You take my penis out of your mouth and you begin to scream, "I'm coming, I'm coming! Seven, eight, nine! I don't know how much more I can take!" You also have the fortitude to apply the squeeze technique so I won't come until we're inside each other. "Oh, Sue, just keep squeezing. If you think you're having the orgasms of your life now, just wait until the main event!"

I move my head away from between your legs. It is covered with your love juices. I have tasted them and they taste as sweet as honey. I now kiss you. You revel in the phenomenon of tasting the secretions that come from your gate of heaven. You tell me, "Oh, Robert, that is beautiful! Oh, I love that taste. Give me the main event. I don't know how much longer I can wait for you!"

"Yes, you can wait, Sue," I reply. "Right now, it's my turn, and I'm in control. Later on, you can do what you want with me."

I take my index and middle fingers, and start to tickle your feet. You laugh like crazy, and it's so contagious that I laugh, too. Then slowly I move my fingers up the outside right side of your right leg. I'm not moving between your legs... not yet. Now, my fingers are moving past your hips and your waist. Now, they are on your breast. "Oh, Sue," I say, "I love your legs, I love your waist, I love your breasts. They turn me on big time!"

"Robert, I can't wait. Please, come inside me now."

"But I'm not ready. I want this to be just right." Actually, I'm as horny as all nature, but I'm not telling you that. I want to arouse you to the point of begging, and I want to make you beg like when Oliver Twist asked the headmaster of the orphanage for more.

I am still touching your breasts, but not your nipples. The areolae that surround your nipples are each four inches across. My God, I want to suck on that like a baby sucking on mother's milk. My fingers are moving in circles, and the circles get smaller and smaller. This goes on for five minutes, and you keep begging me to touch your nipples, which are getting really, really aroused. At least an inch high. Finally, you can't take it any more, and just as you ask one more time, my fingers are touching your nipple. Actually, both of your nipples. I bend down and kiss them, one at a time. And I also suck on them. That really makes you happy, and it raises your nipples another inch, so I can suck even more.

"Robert, would you please enter me, now?"

"Not yet, Sue." My penis now feels so swollen I want to enter you now, too. But I resist the temptation. It is 8 inches long and 2 1/2 inches across. I figure, since I'm a virgin (well, in a few minutes I won't be any longer), and you're zero risk (with the Pill and all), no condom will be necessary.

I take my penis in my hand and move it up and down and around your clitoris. You're really huffing and puffing now. You want me. And still I say no. I fondle some more. You say you want me, but still I say an emphatic no. Finally, after this goes on for about 3 minutes, you are literally begging like Oliver Twist. Now, you're really ready. And so am I.

I come on top of you and move my penis into your vagina very slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. I move in, again, only 1/2 an inch, then out again. I repeat this about 7 or 8 times, and I can feel your body start to quiver already. I move in a little more, about 1 inch, then out. I repeat this about 7 or 8 times, and you're starting to shake, and you lift up your legs all the way back, then wrap them around my back so I can penetrate even further. As I repeat this process, at 1 1/2 inches, 2 inches, etc, I can feel your vagina stretch longer and longer. At 2 1/2 inches, I begin to pick up the pace, and very gradually I move in and out of your faster and faster. You scream and scream and scream. I know you're not faking it. I MADE you have an orgasm. No, I'm making you have 15 orgasms. I can feel it each time you quiver and shake around my shaft.

After about 15 minutes after I first entered you, I'm moving the full length of my penis real fast into your heaven's gate, but each time I hold it for a few seconds and move it around so my scrotal sack rubs against the rest of your labia and your anus. Then, after my seventh time fully inside you, I hold it. I have to, because my body starts shaking. I've masturbated many times in my life (having had no woman) but only once or twice have I had a real orgasm. Not just ejaculating, but your whole body becomes the orgasm. This is happening to me now. It's my point of no return. And as I feel the ejaculate press through my urethra, my whole body is shaking, and you're shaking with me.

"Hold on, Sue. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" And I do, it must feel like I'm depositing 2 or 3 ounces of seminal fluid each time I ejaculate. The fluid lines your vagina and my penis and runs out of the place where you and I have become one human being. And the third time I come, you come at exactly the same moment. Which means only one thing.

And we both say it together: "This is total lovemaking!!!"

We're both exhausted, and for about half an hour we lay in each other's arms, exchanging terms of endearment. Then we head to eat dinner. And, like I promised you, we're smiling so much it would take a nuclear holocaust to wipe off the smiles from our faces. During dinner, we keep gazing in each other's eyes. In fact, we feed each other half of the time. Then we head back to the sleeping car. "Now, Sue, it's your turn. Make me a man!"

You take me back into our artificially created double room. This time, we can't wait even a few seconds after we close the door before we take each other's clothes off, real fast. You push me down on the bed.

"Robert, you said it was my turn. Are you ready to make me come, like you did the last time?"

"Give me your all, Sue, give me your all."

You climb on top of me, but you don't come on top of me just yet, even though my penis is already erect and ready for your vagina to come on top of it, so that we will become one human being again. Instead, you stand over me and begin to- masturbate?

Yes, Sue, I'm looking straight up into your hairy labia as you move your fingers up and down it. I want to reach up and touch it again, but you tell me, "No, Robert, I want to see how you masturbate while you watch how I play with myself. Then we'll switch, you'll do me and I'll do you."

I shrug my shoulders and as I watch you stimulate yourself into an orgasm, I move my fingers up and down my circumcised penis. (No, I'm not Jewish, my parents did that to me for medial reasons. So much the better they did, I think, because when I touch my erectile with the foreskin rolled back, it gives me shivers.) Then I grab the foreskin from either side, and start pulling. As I pull each time and the foreskin comes together at the top covering my urethra, my thumbs rub against the covered erectile tissue, whilst the bottom of the blood engorged tissue is pressing against my testicles, commanding my sperm to come forth.

"Sometimes, when I do this, Sue," I say as I do it, "it takes about 5 or 10 minutes before something comes out, and it's often not much unless I've gone without jerking off for a week or so. But if I see an erotic film, not triple X but just your normal, consentual heterosexual or lesbian act, afterwards I jerk off and it comes spilling out and out and out. That's why I came so much when we were together earlier. Not that I thought about those movies, my mind was completely on you. But being with someone just made me want to come. And I want to come even more now!"

"Your wish is my command, Bob," you reply. "Now, you've seen what I've done to myself?" I have, Sue, I have. I can see you move your fingers up and down your pretty labia, and you move your fingers up and down your vagina. At one point, you even masturbate up your rectum. I figure, what the heck, and slowly I roll over to my side and move my fingers up my ass as well.

"Now, Robert, we switch." You roll beside me back into the 69 position once more, and begin to masturbate each other in exactly the same way we showed each other. You take it nice and easy on me, Sue, you don't want me to ejaculate all in your face. But I wouldn't mind swallowing more of your love juices!

Just as I feel as I'm going to come, you apply the squeeze technique on me once again.

"I want you to wait, Robert. I want you to come like you did last time when you made me wait," you say.

"Oh, come on Sue," I plead, "let it spill across your face. I let you taste your love juices. Why won't you let me taste my secrets?"

"Oh, all right, Robert." You let go of my erectile and my scrotal sac, and at that moment, I squirt about 2 ounces of my seminal fluid right in your forehead and left cheek. Without missing a beat, I turn around right for your face and start licking it. Not bad, I think. Not bad at all. If only I could see what's inside it, though.

Then I groan. "Oh, Sue, it's going to take forever before I'm ready for you again. It'll take even longer for you to get aroused. Maybe we should sleep until morning. Then you can take me and give me a case of morning glory before breakfast."

"Then let's lay in each other's arms. In the morning, I'll give you the ride of your life."

It is early the next morning, and the train is now passing over the common denominator of the central West: Saskatchewan Prairie. It's just before sunrise. I open my eyes. During the night, I've had pleasant dream after pleasant dream about you and me. On a mountain top, over hill and dale, on the sea, even in a gravity-removed chamber at NASA, I dreamed you and I made passionate love. With a grin on my face, I turn to see your naked body, and by the grin on your face, I can tell you've been having pleasant dreams about me, too. Your legs are slightly spread out. So, I figure I should wake you up the only way a gentleman would. I kiss your labia and begin to stroke your clitoris.

This really turns you on, and you're ready for me. You flip me over, and move your hips on top of mine. Then slowly, ever so slowly, you lower your labia on top of my penis, and using me for support, you stroke your clitoris with my penis.

"Sue, how can you keep yourself suspended on top of me like that? Doesn't that make you tired?"

"Nothing is impossible when you live out your fantasies, Robert. When I have sex, I never get tired!"

Then you lower yourself on top of me. I think you'll do the 1/2 inch, 1 inch thing with me, but no, you come right on top of me, all the way down! Doing that makes my penis grow and grow, to its full length. Then you lean forward, so that your breasts are in my face. I reach up to grope on them and I pick myself up and kiss them. I also kiss you in the face, on your nose, and on your neck. I also nibble your ears as your continue to move up and down my penis, pumping my scrotum, commanding them to bring forth an endless supply of sperm. Then I lay back down, and as I do, you lay on top of me. Then, I wrap my legs around your back, and press down so that, when you continue to pump and pump, it is more intense than ever before. "Oh, Sue, this is incredible. I never thought it could be like this. But you've made my dreams come true-oh, my God, it's happening again, I'm coming!"

As you continue to pump, you come again and again, too. Last time, you came 25 times. This time, I've felt your vagina quiver at least 30. But you're not exhausted, not one bit. You pump faster and faster and faster, until-we both burst with the biggest orgasms we have ever had. Seven, eight, nine times, I come inside of you. How much semen did I deposit inside of you that time? 30 ounces? Who knows, but it sure feels like it!

We just begin laughing and we hug. Then, we kiss and kiss. We must hold onto that French kiss for five whole minutes when the buzzer on the intercom on either side of "our" room sounds. In English and French, the conductor announces: "Your attention please, breakfast is now being served in the dining car."

"Well, Sue, maybe when we get to Wreck Beach, we can have sex right there in the sand. And to hell with the obscenity laws. By the way, how about something different after breakfast?"

"What, Robert?"

"Let's do it doggie style. After all, we're animals, so let's do it the way nature intended us to do it!"

"Oh, Robert, I can't wait!"

After breakfast, I realize I haven't showered yet. "Uh, Sue," I ask you, "would you like to go in the shower with me?"

"Would I?"

Within seconds, we run into the shower room and slam the door shut. We take off each other's clothes so fast that I'm thinking we'll forget to do something. I turn on the shower head and we move into the stall. As we wash each other, we're kissing and caressing each other's genitals. I fondle your breasts, too, very gently, and that alone causes you to orgasm twice.

Then I figure, why not try it standing up? So with my penis all ready to go, I lift both your legs up and lower you on me. Then as I struggle to pump up and down, you just lay in my arms and lift yourself up and down too. Then I remember, "doggie style".

"Sue, just a minute, OK. Let's see if we can hold off on our orgasms until we reach the bedroom."

Somehow, we struggle with our clothes barely back on to our bedroom. But I can't wait. We take off our clothes again and I push you, front down, on the bed. I tell you, "Sue, lift yourself up like you'll do modified squats." You do and your derriere is right in my face. I bend down and stimulate you by stroking your labia and clitoris, which by this time is so red that I fear I have swollen it beyond repair. I turn my head and, looking straight up between your legs, I kiss and lick your vagina and your anus. This really causes you to orgasm even more, and I think some of your vaginal fluids are spilling in my face.

As you continue to orgasm, with my penis already erect, I move back from behind you and stroke my fingers up and down your labia, just to make sure I will enter your vagina and not your rectum. I massage your back and neck just to get you to relax a little. A few minutes ago in the shower, you had gotten really aggressive!

Then, I enter you. This time, my penis stops just at your Grafenberg spot. I start rubbing the tip of my shaft against it, and rub it and rub. This drives you wild. After about two minutes of this, I move my penis in all the way to the top of your vagina, right to the entrance to your uterus, and I start pumping like crazy. I want to take my time, but you're so irresistible and incredible when we made love before I can't help but pump fast. As I do this, my hands fondle your breasts. You begin to come again, and just before I come again, I can see even more of your love juices spilling out. Then I come, and you scream like crazy as my secrets spill into the top of your vagina. I can see some of the seminal fluid come out.

Then, we lay down next to each other. "Robert, you are the most incredible lover I have ever had. It's too bad we won't see each other again after Victoria."

"Victoria? Sue, I thought you said you're staying in Vancouver."

"I thought so, too. Then I checked my hotel reservations, just after we made love before breakfast. It's Victoria. It's too bad. And I'm really sorry."

"Don't say that, Sue. We can keep in touch. Besides, we'll always have our time together. When our experience appears on the Net, no one will ever know it was you-or me. Besides, we're still here, and we can continue to make love until we get to Vancouver. Why don't we?"

"Yes, Robert. Let's!"

By the time we had our last breakfast on the train, we were well on our way through the Coast Mountains to downtown Vancouver. In total, we had made love 10 times. The last day, we copulated 8 times, and each time it climaxed in simultaneous orgasm. I am reveling in the experience we have had together. And your eyes, this last morning together... well, they shine brighter than all the lights on Times Square put together.

As we detrain and walk over to luggage pick-up, I tell you one more time that I will never forget you and I will consider myself privileged that I lost my virginity to a woman like you. And you tell me you will never forget me. We then exchange home addresses.

We pick up our bags and walk to the loading stand, where the bus is waiting to take you onward to the ferry and the last leg of your journey, the Nanaimo-Victoria Rail Diesel Car on Vancouver Island. The bags are loaded from under the bus. Just as you board the bus, I yell, almost in tears, "SUE!!!" You run off and we kiss one last time. We hold our lips together like we never want to part. About half a minute later, we have to let go when the driver says last call. As you look out the window, you blow a kiss to me and I can lip read you saying, "I love you, Robert."

For a brief second, I am shocked. Then I grin. "I love you, Sue."

THE END.