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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Night Train (M/F)
Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 20:10:03 -0400
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Night Train (M/F)

By Leowulf

Disclaimer:  This is a sex story.  If you like sex, please feel free to 
fuck yourself or a friend.  If you don't like sex, then feel free to 
abstain from fucking.

Night Train

The summer sun set over the hills of Nebraska, silhouetting the deep 
forest, making the trees black and mysterious.  Bob climbed the steps of 
the short commuter train, admiring the finely carved wooden door frame to 
the forward sitting car.  He looked around, surprised to see only a 
couple of other passengers.  In the back of the car, a businessman rested 
against a window.  He was already snoring.

Across the aisle from Bob, a young couple lay intertwined across the 
softly cushioned bench.  The man wore military dress, the lady a complex 
outfit of ruffles and lace.  They were kissing passionately, perhaps 
squeezing the most loving out of a brief time together.  The man's hand 
was between his sweetheart's legs, buried somewhere under all that lace.  
The lady lay atop him, her hand snaked down his pants, the bulge of which 
hid neither his erect member nor her frenzied ministrations.  

Bob watched the lovers with growing interest until his attention was 
diverted to the train's engineer.  The engineer, a shapely lady who  on 
this line was apparently also the conductor, entered the car from the 
rear.  She took out the sleeping businessman's ticket, validated it, and 
returned it to his waistcoat without him waking.  Bob noted her hand 
slide down to his pants, gently squeezing what she found there.  The 
businessman did not stir, but he smiled in his sleep as she moved on.

Bob watched the engineer stride forward, her breasts rounding the blouse 
of her uniform.  Her hips swayed as she walked, obviously more used to 
walking along a moving train than one still at the station.  She glanced 
at the pair of lovemakers, then winked at Bob and blew him a kiss.  Bob 
blushed as he drew out his ticket and handed it to the large, lovely lady 
to validate.  She stamped it absently, her attention on the lovers.

As Bob and the Engineer, twin voyeurs, looked on the warm scene, it was 
heating rapidly.  The lady laid her weight on the young soldier, sent her 
free hand to join her lover's in the lace and ruffles, moaning through 
their kisses.  Then, with her love trapped beneath her weight, she kept 
the hand inside his pants going forcefully, almost violently.  He cried 
out his pleasure between their kisses, and so the couple on the bench 
concluded their passionate affair.

"Tickets, please!"  The engineer smiled.

The lady smiled through her ruffles and bows, reached into the exhausted 
soldier's coat pocket and pulled out his ticket.  The engineer stamped it 
and returned it with a flourish.

"We'll be leaving the station in a few minutes," she advised the lady and 
her beau.

"Thanks," the lady said.  "I'm getting off now."

"I can see that!"  The engineer chuckled and left the front of the car.

The lady lifted herself from her lover, letting his hand fall away from 
her skirt and removing her hand slowly from his pants.  Her hand was 
sticky with his seed.  She licked her fingers, her eyes boring into her 
lover's, her expression one of such satisfaction that it made Bob blush.  
She took out a handkerchief, as lacy as the rest of her outfit, and 
tucked it into one of the swooning young man's pockets.

"Remember me, Lover," the belle said, then she strode quickly out the 
door and off the train.

The train whistle sounded, letting the world know it was time for 
departure.  It sounded again, and Bob heard the big wheels of the 
locomotive turning, the train drifting slowly at first out of the 
station.  Bob turned to the soldier, but he was stretched out on the 
cushioned bench, already asleep.  His lover's handkerchief was in his 
hand, held to his heart.  Bob saw his wide, contented smile, then the 
train left the station and the car was dark.

Rather than turn on a light, Bob sat admiring the darkling scene as the 
train headed northward, toward Sioux Falls.  As the commuter train sped 
into the night, Bob admired the houses, tucked into the hills, windows 
lit cheerily.  He loved this area, so like and so unlike his native 
Texas.  Closing his eyes, Bob reached for an elusive sleep.  But he kept 
seeing the young lovers, sharing their pleasure before the train left the 
station. 

Restless, his passion enflamed, Bob opened his eyes.  Clearly he wouldn't 
get any sleep this night.  He stood and stretched.  The traveler left the 
dark sitting car, heading front, toward the one person he knew would be 
awake.  'Maybe she might like some company,' he thought hopefully.  There 
was no coal car, as this was a short run, only a couple hundred miles 
from Omaha to Sioux Falls.  He went from sitting car straight to 
locomotive.

Bob found the locomotive dark, the stars a brilliant carpet of diamonds 
clearly visible through the windows as the train sped ever onward.  The 
engineer stood, her back to him, one hand on the switch, looking out the 
windows at the night.

"Beautiful isn't it?"  she asked suddenly.

"Yes, very."  Bob was admiring the engineer more than the scenery.  "I 
love the night"

The engineer lifted her skirt, slowly revealing the tops of her 
stockings, then her garter belt, then her shapely, bare behind.  "You 
like that round, pale moon?"  She looked over her shoulder at Bob, her 
smile wicked.

"Y-yes, very..." The traveler stammered.  "Very lovely indeed."

The engineer turned, let her skirt drop.  She rested one hand on her 
waist.  "Well, sir, are you going to tell me why you are here?  
Passengers are never free to come barging into the locomotive."

"I couldn't sleep, and I thought you might like some company," Bob 
smiled.  "Must get lonely on these night runs."

"More than you know."  The engineer was looking at him with an appraising 
eye.  "You're very perceptive, Mr...?"

"Bob.  I'm from Texas.  We know all about lonely out on the frontier."

"Ah, the steep hills of Texas!"  The Engineer smiled.  "I'm from 
Louisiana myself.  Tell me, Bob, how do you Texans beat the lonely 
nights?"

"First tell me your name, my dear Cajun."  Bob walked the short distance 
to stand close to the engineer.  "Then I'll show you my sure-fire cure 
for lonely nights."

"Francoise."  Bob felt he cold fall in love with the Cajun's smile.

"Well, Franny, it's like this."  The traveler slipped out of his 
comfortable traveling shoes, the floor of the locomotive surprisingly 
cold to his bare feet.  He untied his pants, letting them drop, stepping 
out of them and moving to embrace the engineer.

"Whoa now, Texas!"  Franny chuckled.  "We can't do too much here.  I've 
got this switch to hold down.  If I let go, the ride stops and we're 
gonna have us a late train on our hands."

"There, there, Franny!"  Bob grinned mischievously.  "You've got Texas 
ingenuity on your side tonight.  Let's see..."

Bob lifted Franny's skirt, gently moved one of her legs to the other side 
of the switch, gently pushed the engineer back onto the control switch, 
so that she straddled it.  He pushed her behind more insistently against 
her switch, and was satisfied to find the switch slide up, held firmly 
between the plump cheeks of the Cajun's rear.  When it slid home, she let 
out a ragged sigh. Putting both of her arms around Bob's neck, she kissed 
him.

"You're a genius, Texas!"  The engineer sighed again, a long, pleased 
sound.  "Can't see where the train's headed, but that vibrating stick 
feels pretty darn good!"

"I've got something else'll feel pretty good, Franny."

Bob brought one of the Cajun's hands down to his erect member.  She 
favored him with that wicked smile again.  Looking deep into his eyes, 
she licked her fingers, brought them back down, making him wet and 
slippery.  Franny guided his stiff erection into her waiting sex.  He 
gasped when the lovely lady put him inside her.  He could clearly feel 
her vibrating with the switch, and it was strange and very good.  He'd 
known the love of women of course, since he was a child, but their 
lovemaking atop a vibrating rod like this was new, like nothing he'd felt 
before.  As Bob slid in and out of her, he looked at Franny.  She'd been 
watching the thrill of his discovery and she favored him a knowing smile.  

"Yeah, Texas," she breathed raggedly.  "You've got some pretty good 
ideas, mon chere!"

Bob fucked the train engineer slowly atop the vibrating train switch.  
The two coupled for a seemingly endless, yet far too brief time.  Then 
the intense feeling, wet and slippery and vibrating to beat all, was too 
much for him and he orgasm, frozen with his pleasure, spending 
uncontrollably inside the lovely lady.  When he was done, Franny held him 
in place with one powerful arm, brought her other hand down from around 
his waist, to her clitoris, and rubbed herself to ecstasy.  She kissed 
him powerfully, overcome in wave after wave of her orgasm.  Then she 
pushed him off of her, down onto the floor to dress himself at her feet, 
while she stood up to hold the control switch again in her hand.

"Tres bon, Texas."  Franny sighed again, satisfied.  "That's a cure for 
lonely nights!"

"My pleasure, Ma'am."  Bob smiled and kissed the engineer's cheek.  "Now 
I suppose I must go back to my car and go to sleep."

"No time now, mon chere" the Cajun smiled.  "We'll pull into Sioux Falls 
pretty soon."

Bob stood by the train engineer, glad to stay with his new friend.  The 
two held hands and looked together out the windows of the locomotive as 
it sped into the night.

...

afterword:  Deep forests in Nebraska?  Steep hills of Texas?  Sexy female 
train engineers?  Open free sexual expression? This is obviously not the 
America of our universe.  But I hope it's fun ... e-mail me and let me 
know!

L the W

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- Laura Kightlinger

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