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From: Rod OSteele <rdosteele@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} California Zephyr, 1 of 3 (Mf 1st) {Rod O'Steele}
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Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 18:10:01 -0400
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Thanks to my proof readers who make it look like I actually have mastered
English.  Any mistakes which remain are strictly my own stubborn fault. 
WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes.  This story depicts consensual sexual
activity
between men and women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in

the story may be under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about
sex please do not read this.





   California Zephyr



   Day 1



   Union Station was bustling.  I heard the All Aboard call and hustled
down the platform to my car.  I lugged my suitcase through the narrow
passageway and up to my stateroom, boy wasn't that an exaggeration, and
stuffed it into the little closet.  The room wasn't much but it would be
home for the next fifty hours, if everything ran smoothly.  I really didn't
expect it to.  I figured we'd be late arriving and I didn't give a damn how
late we were.



   I didn't care because I didn't have anywhere I needed to be or any time
I needed to be there.  I had worked all my life, mostly helping others get
rich.  A few years ago, I decided to make a go for myself.  I started a web
company, built it up, hired a few dozen people, built it bigger and started
to pull some market share, just enough to be noticed, from the big boys.  I
made some inquiries about going public that got back to them.  The IPO
business is a small group of powerful people and they all know each other.



   One of the big boys made me an offer I couldn't refuse.  At first, I was
worried about my employees.  What if Macro Behemoth bought my baby just to
close it down?  I got assurances that the employees would keep their jobs.
So I sold the company, lock, stock, and web design to Macro Behemoth, and a
covenant not to compete, for an unseemly wad of cash.



   Here I was in Seattle with more money in the bank than I could spend in
three lifetimes and absolutely no responsibilities.  And because of the
covenant I couldn't even work in the computer industry.  I'd always wanted
to see the US, but never had the time.  Now I had time and money.  I made
reservations to travel on the Empire Builder from Seattle to Chicago, then
the California Zephyr from Chicago back to San Francisco.



   The trip from Seattle was a novelty since it was the first time I'd
ridden a train for more than an hour or so.  The Empire Builder is the
northernmost train route in the US and travels through some beautiful parts
of America.  It also goes through some of the loneliest - Montana, North
Dakota.  When a town like Grand Forks is a welcome diversion to break the
monotony you know you're in the backwater of the world.



   I'd spent a couple days in Chicago, wandering around downtown, seeing
the Chicago Art Institute, eating dinner at Charlie Trotter's, which I
could now afford.  It had been a fun lark but, frankly, I was starting to
look forward to getting home.  I thought about changing my mind and getting
on a plane.  But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that sense
of hurry was what was wrong.  I needed to be able to relax and enjoy.  And
I would never have met Chloe.



   After the train lurched out of the Chicago station, I went up to the
observation car and grabbed a choice seat.  I'd learned to be early to the
car if you wanted good seats.  The car quickly filled up.



   I was sitting in an individual swivel seat with an empty one next to me.
Most of the rest of the seats were filled.  I heard a soft feminine voice
from over my shoulder, "Is this seat taken?"



   I looked back to see a striking young woman.  I took in her beauty in a
glance.  She had shoulder length black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a ton
of freckles.  It was an unusual combination; a young Elizabeth Taylor and
an Irish girl-next-door combined.  "No, nobody is sitting here," I
answered.



   She sat down as I turned to look back out the window.  I watched her out
of the corner of my eye.  I couldn't help it; she was remarkable and drew
my attention to her like steel to a lodestone.  I tried to guess her age;
anywhere from sixteen to twenty-two.  She was wearing tight jeans and a
tight belly shirt.  I think the belly shirt was invented by a sadist to
make fat girls objects of scorn.  She, however, looked good in it.  I
realized that she had a killer body to go with her exotic looks.  She was
beautiful enough to be intimidating.  Six weeks before, I probably would
have been intimidated.  But I was still slightly euphoric with my good
fortune.  It didn't occur to me to be tongue tied.



   I've noticed that many people, including me usually, act strangely
around attractive people of the opposite sex.  Like trying to be cute, or
suave, or funny, or they get tongue tied.  All those add up to be being
fake, not being themselves.  But I was, for once, completely unconcerned
and myself.



   So, we started talking.  At first, she was closed up.  But then she
uncrossed her arms and eventually she turned her swivel chair towards mine.
Soon, she was chatting away.  I found out she was in high school; she had
been visiting relatives outside of Chicago.  She was a little vague as to
why, during the school year, she was traveling by train instead of plane,
and why the visit at all.  There was something she wasn't saying, but I let
it go rather than push and maybe turn her off.  I also was able to look a
little closer.  I noted that she didn't appear to be wearing anything under
that shirt.  If so, she had an amazing rack.  I watched, surreptitiously,
and saw that her tits moved naturally as she laughed.  No medical
enhancement there.  `Wow,' I thought.



   Since she was happy and chattering away I decided that manners demanded
I introduce myself, "I'm Mike."



   "Chloe," she answered.



   "I've never met a woman named Chloe...  seen the name of course, but
never met anyone."



   "I hate it.  Nobody ever spells it right," she said disgusted.



   "I hated my name too.  I think everyone hates their name to some degree.
I mean, we all have some name that we wish was ours."



   "I suppose," she said.



   Again, I noted the sadness just below the surface.  I changed the
subject, "I'm glad I met you.  I rode the train from Seattle and it can get
a little boring without someone to talk to."



   She thought for a second, "Yeah, me too.  You're kind of cool for a guy
who's..."



   "Old?" I ventured.



   "Not old, older," she corrected me.



   I dipped my head, "Thank you from the old guy."



   "Okay, I was going to say old.  But I didn't mean it that way."



   I laughed and she joined me.  I was a little surprised how easily Chloe
and I had hit it off, what with most teens being so stand offish.  I
guessed that she was a little worried to be traveling alone and a friendly
face was welcome.



   The train was pulling out of Princeton, Illinois, after a quick stop,
when the steward came through the car taking dinner reservations.  "Would
you care to join me?" I asked.



   She did a quick look at the steward and back at me.  I could see the
decision hanging in the balance.  She answered, "Yeah, sure."



   "Early or late?" She looked up as the steward explained to another
couple that there were two seatings; six and eight.



   "Early, if you don't mind," she said.



   "I'd prefer it," I said.



   The steward stopped and looked at me.  "Two for the early seating," I
told him.



   "Room number?" he asked.



   "412," I told him and he was on to the next couple.  Chloe looked
bemused.  "Yes?" I asked her.



   She shook her head, "Nothing."



   "Baloney."



   She laughed.  "Okay.  I was thinking it's almost like the movies. 
Meeting a stranger on the train then a date for dinner.  Are you a spy?"



   I said very quietly, "Retired.  Don't let anyone know or I'll have to
kill them."



   Her eyes started to get wide, then she realized I was teasing.  "Okay. I
won't tell as long as you don't tell anyone that I am too."



   "It's a deal."



   We sat back and watched the scenery change, talking only occasionally
but quite easily.  Again, I was surprised how well I was getting along with
Chloe.  She certainly seemed older than sixteen.



   We had crossed the Mighty Mississippi into Iowa when they announced
dinner.  Even this far north, before all of the other rivers empty into it,
it is an amazing river.  Chloe and I watched the traffic on the river below
the train bridge.  I led Chloe to the dining car.  It was a scene out of
the movies, the stewards dressed in white jackets and black slacks, the
tables all with white linens and sparkling wine glasses on the tables. 
Chloe stopped momentarily as we entered, letting the vision sink in.  She
smiled as the steward motioned to a table.  I let her sit next to the
window.  The steward caught my eye before I sat and motioned me forward.  I
followed him until we were out of earshot of the table.



   "Sorry to disturb you but I checked your room and there is only one
person paid," he said.



   "Well yes, but what's that to do with dinner?"



   "The young lady is traveling coach and I'm afraid her ticket doesn't
include the dining car.  She is supposed to eat in the lounge," he said
apologetically.



   The `lounge' was nothing more than a snack bar with sandwiches and the
like.  "Could you put her dinner on my room?"



   "That wouldn't be a problem," he said obviously relieved of the
embarrassment of having to kick Chloe out.



   "And could you mention to the other crews that she will be sharing meals
with me in the future and just to put her on my room," I said.



   "That won't be a problem either sir.  This crew does all of the meals
breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he said.



   I laughed, "They get their money's worth, huh?"



   "Yes sir, they do," he laughed as well.



   I went back to the table and sat down.



   "Is there a problem?" asked Chloe.



   "No, he was just confirming that we wanted the early dinner for the rest
of the trip.  I hope you don't mind but I put us down together for
breakfast and lunch," I told her.



   "That sounds fine.  You know, I wasn't looking forward to this trip.  I
was thinking I'd be bored to tears on the train.  It is nice to have
someone to talk to," she said.



   I thought dinner was a little disappointing.  It wasn't exactly an
expansive menu.  Oh there was a steak, roasted chicken, pork, and
vegetarian lasagna.  Not exactly inspired.  The food didn't live up to the
presentation but it wasn't bad and Chloe seemed to enjoy it.  I had ordered
some wine and I let her `steal' a few sips from my glass.  Dessert was a
chocolate mousse and it was incredible.



   After dinner Chloe and I went back up to the observation car where we
mellowed out with full bellies.  About nine I told her, "It's getting late.
I think I'll hit the sack.  Can I walk you to your cabin?"



   Her demeanor turned very serious.  "I don't have a cabin.  I guess I'm
supposed to sleep in a chair."



   "Oh.  You worried?"



   She nodded.  "I guess."



   "What about?" I asked.



   "It's creepy, sleeping out like that where anyone can see you.  And
somebody could grab my stuff." She was clearly agitated.



   "Don't take this wrong, but I have a bunk bed in my cabin.  I know that
sounds kind of funny but you could have the top bunk.  Nobody will see you.
And I'm not inviting you `to bed' or anything like that." I could tell she
was considering it so I knew how upset she had to be at the prospect of
sleeping in the coach car.



   Finally she said, "Thanks, but I guess I'll just sleep in the car.  It
can't be that bad."



   "I understand.  But if you change your mind, I'm in cabin 412, two cars
back."



   We said goodnight and she headed off to her car.  I went to my cabin.  I
took a quick shower which was quite pleasant after a day of travel.  I felt
clean again.  I pulled out the bottom bunk and climbed in.  I turned out
most of the lights just having one as a reading light.  I was reading Name
of the Rose by Umberto Eco and another murder had just occurred.  I picked
up the book and was immediately back into the story.  Who was killing the
monks?



   I was startled by a knock on the door.  I grabbed my towel and wrapped
it around my waist before opening the door.  Chloe was standing outside
with a backpack, a bag, and tears in her eyes.  "I can't sleep there."



   I opened the door, "Come on in." She came in and stood, clutching her
backpack to her chest.  "Wait a second," I said as I turned and pulled out
the top bunk.  "It's not much but it is private." She looked at the bunk
and down at mine.  "Chloe, you can trust me.  I won't peek if you don't
peek."



   That broke the tension and she laughed.  "I guess.  You don't think it
means I want to..."



   I laughed, "I think it means you want to sleep without being bothered by
anybody." She smiled and nodded.  I'll throw your bag in the closet so we
can walk in here."



   "Thanks.  I'm traveling light.  My Aunt is shipping everything else."



   "Help yourself to the shower.  I promise I won't peek." I winked and
turned towards my bunk, adjusting the sheets that had become twisted when I
got up.  I heard her rustle around a little and open the shower. 
Unfortunately there wasn't enough room in the shower to change.



   "You promise not to look?" she asked.



   "Cross my heart," I said not even turning.



   I'd be lying if I didn't admit to thinking about taking a peek as I
heard her rustling out of her clothes but I kept my promise.  I guess I was
assuming she was also turned away.  You see, I always sleep au natural, so
I dropped the towel and climbed into the lower bunk before pulling the
blanket over me.



   I heard an "Oh," behind me.  The noise caught me off guard and I turned
towards it.  There was Chloe starting to pull the towel around her.



   "Oh shit," I said turning my face back to the wall.



   "You peeked!"



   "Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled.  Then louder, "I'm sorry.  I heard you
gasp and I thought something was wrong.  I didn't know you had already
taken off your clothes.  I apologize." I really was mortified that I had
broken my promise so easily and continued mumbling apologies for a while
until I heard what sounded like a giggle from Chloe.



   "That's not fair.  I only got to see your butt," she said.



   "I take it from your giggle you're not mad at me?" I asked.



   "Maybe a little mad," she offered.



   "And maybe just willing to use it against me," I said.



   "Humph.  I think I'll take my shower if you promise not to sneak over
and peek through the door."



   "I've learned my lesson," I said.  I heard the door open and close and
the shower come on.



   I thought about what had happened and realized she had been looking when
I dropped my towel and climbed into bed.  I had mooned her without knowing
it.  No wonder she gasped.  My snow white ass must have blinded her.  Then
I thought about her.  I had been correct - she was an incredibly lovely
woman.  It had only been a glance but it was enough to drink in her body
like an intoxicating beverage.  My head felt light.  And the other
predictable response occurred, my cock rose and my thoughts about Chloe
took on a different cast.



   I heard the shower turn off and I turned back towards the wall to make
sure I wouldn't screw up again.  I heard the door open a crack then,
"You're not looking, are you?"



   "I'm staring at the wall."



   I heard a snicker and she came out.  I heard more rustling noises as she
put something on then she climbed up into the top bunk.



   "Can I look now?"



   "Yeah."



   "Chloe, I do apologize.  I didn't do it on purpose," I said.



   "I figured that out," she said.  "I was kind of shocked when I saw you
look at me.  It's okay, I guess."



   "Well, I'm sorry I shocked you with my butt.  I know the sight of my
lily white ass could make anyone gasp."



   She giggled, "It wasn't that bad.  I just didn't expect it.  Do you
always sleep that way?"



   "Yeah.  I have for years.  I like it better," I said.  "I hate having
clothes on me when I'm trying to sleep."



   "Oh," she said quietly.  There was a pause then she said, "I still think
it isn't fair that you got to see everything and I only got to see your
butt."



   "Life isn't fair.  What am I supposed to do?  Get up and dance around
the room naked."



   "You don't have to dance," she said.



   "Maybe I ought to, but I sure ain't going to." This conversation had
brought my cock to full staff.  No way was I showing off with Peter at full
staff.



   "Chicken," I heard from the top bunk.



   "Bawk, bawk," I mumbled.  I heard Chloe laughing.  "Good night," I said
turning out the light.



   "Good night," was the last I heard from her that night.















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