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a very uinique and interesting story man.. would love to read another... :)
oke wrote:
> A Day on the Rail
>
> By Oke
>
> Chapter One - Friday Evening in Vancouver
>
> I had just thrown myself down onto the seat of my sleeping berth,
> trying to decide whether I wanted the top or bottom bunk, when the door
> slid open. The conductor, looking quite put out, stepped in and shut
> the door behind him. I reached into my jacket to hand him my ticket.
> As he stamped it, I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the door. Outside,
> staring in at me was a young girl, her pony-tailed hair a shocking pink
> colour with a streak of blonde hair at the bangs. She had piercing blue
> eyes and the most beautiful face I'd seen on a girl that age.
> "Have a wonderful journey" said the conductor. He nodded
> slightly, then stepped outside. After a few words with the girl, he
> headed down the hallway and she entered. She was wearing a black mesh
> shirt over a pink tank top that was so tight it left little to the
> imagination, and dark blue jeans that weren`t quite as tight as her top.
> She smiled and said "hello" to me as she gently rested her well-rounded
> bottom on the seat nearest the window. She opened the small suitcase
> she had been carrying and pulled out the new 'Harry Potter' book and
> began reading. Taking this as the cue that she wasn't up to
> conversation, I left the berth and bought a Vancouver Sun from the
> porter's booth in the next cab. When I returned, a whistle blew and the
> train began to lurch forward.
> I was half through an article on a new piece of legislation that
> was being debated in Ottawa, and had almost forgotten about my gorgeous
> berth mate when she said, "So, what's in the news?" I just about jumped
> out of my skin, although the sudden increase in my heart rate wasn't
> entirely the fault of this minor scare.
> "Oh, just our wonderful Liberal government's latest foibles." I
> said after a quick recovery. I put down the paper to see her leaning
> back in her seat, smiling at me.
> "Oh. You're not a Tory, are you?" She asked, giving me a look
> that seemed a mix of inquisitiveness and skepticism.
> "I wouldn't even pretend to be a Tory. How's your book?" I asked.
> "Good. I've read it once already, but I'm going through it again,
> just to see if there were any clues I'd missed about -" I held up my
> hand to stop her.
> "You're not going to spoil it for me, are you? I've only read up
> to the end of book four."
> "Oh, you like 'Harry Potter', too? I never would have guessed."
> She seemed honestly surprised.
> "Well, don't tell anyone, but my daughter has all the books, and
> I've been sneaking a read on the sly." We both chuckled at the idea.
> "You have a daughter? How old is she?"
> "Well, you're age I guess. She's going on to Grade 10 in
> September."
> "Oh, so am I. I'm turning 15 in a week, and I was visiting my
> Grandparents out here as a birthday gift."
> "So you are about the same age. Did you enjoy your visit?"
> "I did. My Grandparents took me around town and bought me this
> outfit for my birthday." She stood up, spun about slowly, and sat back
> down.
> "It looks lovely on you, but if my parents had bought my child an
> outfit like that, I'd have skinned them alive." I gave her a quick
> wink, and she let out a little squeak of a laugh.
> "Well, you said it looked good on me; where's the problem?" She
> returned the wink, and laughed again.
> "I don't see a problem, really, except that I'm 25 years your
> elder. If I were your age...." I left that thought unsaid. I was
> ecstatic that this lovely young girl was being so flirtatious and
> friendly, and didn't want to push my luck too far.
> "Well, that might not be a problem; age is just a state of mind,
> right?" She said as she leaned back further in her seat, letting her
> legs fall farther apart. I'm sure that my heart stopped beating for a
> moment from the shock, and horrible, wonderful pictures of her and I
> began dancing through my imagination.
> "Uh...yeah, I guess." She laughed again, much more strongly this
> time, at my obvious discomfort. Just as the pregnant pause lingered in
> our conversation, the speaker in our room chimed, meaning an
> announcement.
> "This is your conductor speaking. Dinner is now being served in
> the dining car. The kitchen will remain open until 8 P.M. Vancouver
> time, and the porter's booth will remain open until 11 P.M. Vancouver
> time. We at VIA Rail thank you for traveling with us, and hope you
> enjoy your trip." She looked over at me again, smiling.
> "So, old timer, are you going to buy me dinner? I'm freakin'
> starving."
> "Well," I said, "Dinner is included in our ticket prices, but I
> would be honored if you were to accompany me tonight."
> "But of course!" She said, standing up. She gave an exaggerated
> curtsey as I stood, and placed her hand into mine. I held the berth
> door for her, bowing at the waist. She giggled and stepped out, leading
> me by the hand, her thumb gently stroking the length of mine.
>
> Chapter Two - Dinner and a Show
>
> "So." She said as she ate her mushroom ravioli.
> "So?" I asked.
> "What were you doing in Vancouver?"
> "Business trip. Nothing exciting, just a seminar on Aortic
> distension in East Asian immigrants. I went mostly to see family out
> there, too."
> "Aortic dis-something; I guess that makes you a doctor, right?"
> "Thoracic surgeon, actually. I live in an Indian community in
> Edmonton, and most of my patients are, in fact, East Asian immigrants.
> I figured I'd give a little speech on trends in heart surgery by
> ancestry, then go skip about town for a few days, but it didn't go like
> I'd planned." I carved a small piece from my duck breast and chewed it
> slowly, unable to take my eyes off her. The few times I had been able
> to glance about the car, I noticed five or six other people staring in
> my direction, some staring at her, some glaring at me, not that I cared.
> She was wonderful to be with and talk to, and I was looking forward to
> spending the night with her in our berth, even if it was separate bunks.
>
> "What happened?" She asked, snapping me back to reality.
> "Oh...I ended up giving lecture for three days. I didn't get
> anything I wanted done, and I missed a lot of time with my family." I
> sighed heavily, remembering having to leave my daughter with my parents
> for three days. "But at least I get to spend a day with you, right?"
> That put me back into a good mood as I said it, and she smiled broadly,
> her lovely lips spreading into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
> A thought occurred to her suddenly, and her smile wavered momentarily.
> "You have a daughter my age, right? Are you married?" I just
> nodded my head and held up my left hand; the wedding band on my ring
> finger stood out against my pale skin. "That's too bad." She said,
> then shook her head. "Well, I guess I don't mean `bad,' but more like,
> `unfortunate for me.'"
> "Why is that?" I asked.
> "Well, you're taken." She said, locking her eyes onto mine. God,
> she had the loveliest eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't help but be
> aroused just staring into them.
> "Yes, I'm married, but my wife and I, we're quite open about our
> relationship. She feels that it's possible to feel very strongly about
> more than one person, and I agree with her. We don't actively go about
> looking for another relationship, but if we happen across someone we
> feel very strongly about," I reached across the table and held her hand
> tightly, trying to muster up the courage to say what I wanted to tell
> her, "Well, we've agreed to be alright with it. And I feel very
> strongly for you." I gave her hand a tender squeeze, which she
> returned. We continued our dinner, our hands locked together, saying
> nothing, but never losing sight of the other.
>
> After dinner, we took our time walking back to our berth, my arm
> around her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible. We watched
> the sky turn from blue to orange to red to black as the sun set,
> illuminating the skyline car we were seated in. When we finally made
> our way back, she excused herself into the bathroom to change into
> pajamas. I was just about to pick up my newspaper again, when I noticed
> the bathroom door wasn't shut entirely. Leaning to my left just a bit,
> I could see her reflection in the mirror, brushing her teeth. She
> glanced up and noticed me staring at her reflection. I tried ducking
> behind the front page, but she turned and stepped out of the bathroom,
> her toothbrush still in her hand.
> "Were you watching me?" She asked, half accusatory, half
> mockingly.
> "Yes." I admitted sheepishly. She paused for a moment, then said,
> "Give me a moment." and stepped back onto the little bathroom, shutting
> the door behind her.
> When she stepped out, she was still wearing her clothes, her face
> a bit red from being scrubbed clean. She looked even younger without
> any makeup on, and, in my opinion, much better. She took a small radio
> alarm clock out of her bag, plugged it in and turned it on. After
> dialing through a few stations, she found a song she seemed to like, a
> catchy dance number with a semi-slow beat to it. She turned to me,
> smiling, and started moving her body back and forth with the beat. She
> loosened the tie holding her hair up, tossing it about her head and over
> her shoulders. I gasped, captivated by how she moved herself with the
> music, her violent pink hair moving about her shoulders as she moved her
> head. She ran her hands through her hair, shaking it loose again, then
> rested them on her hips.
> "You like?" She asked. I just nodded, stunned by the show she
> was putting on for me. She blew me a kiss, then lifted the mesh shirt
> over her head, and tossed it in the corner. She stepped forward and
> knelt across my lap, the crotch of her jeans not even an inch from mine.
> She continued moving her body to the music, which seemed to be
> increasing in tempo, her breasts just inches from my face, straining in
> the pink tank top she wore. She reached a hand up to my face, stroking
> my cheek softly. I turned my face into her touch, almost instinctively.
> I raised my hand to touch her face, but she grabbed hold of it and
> placed it on the armrest.
> "No touching, just watch." She said, arching her back so that the
> hard nipples under the fabric barely brushed against the tip of my nose.
> She ran both hands through her hair again, letting it fall slowly about
> her face; she knew what I liked, apparently, and smiled as she did it
> once more. I couldn't get enough of the bright pink hue falling about
> her. She stepped back onto the floor, turned, and swayed her hips with
> the ever quickening pace of the song. Her bottom was a sight to behold;
> perfectly rounded, a peek of light blue lace just visible over the hem
> of her jeans. She turned her head to look at me, near laughing, and
> thrust her behind at my face, which must have been slack from sheer
> amazement. She did laugh now, stood up straight, unbuttoned her jeans
> and unzipped her fly. Turning to face me, I could see the lacy blue
> underwear she was wearing in the opening of her pants. The blue was
> just as light a shade as her eyes, and had a small lace trim all along
> the top hem. Giggling at me as I stared, completely entranced by the
> spectacle, she wiggled her hips quickly, causing the jeans to slip down
> about her knees. Carefully stepping out of them, she cast them in the
> corner with the mesh top and sat down on my lap, wriggling her bottom
> against my erection. Nothing could feel this good, I thought as she
> ground her ass against my crotch. I wondered for a moment where she had
> even learned about something like this, but that thought disappeared as
> she pulled her tank top off, revealing a matching bra underneath.
> "Unsnap me, please." She said, breathlessly. Not hesitating in
> the slightest, I unhooked her as fast as I could. She stood up, holding
> the bra against her breasts with one arm, peeling the straps off her
> shoulders with the other. The song had ended long ago, and now someone
> was going on about the local Toyota dealership, but nothing could
> distract me now, not even if the train went off a cliff. She turned her
> back to me, discarded her bra with the rest of her clothes, then turned
> to face me, her breasts covered by her right arm.
> "Do you want to see me?" She asked, her chest rising and falling
> heavily with every rapid breath.
> "Oh, yes." I said, my breathing just as fast and heavy as hers.
> She smiled, leaned towards me, and reached for my face with both arms,
> her supple breasts resting on my chest. She blew softly in my left ear,
> gave the lobe a tiny bite, then stood straight again. She turned in
> place, just as she had before in this berth three hours ago, lifting her
> hair with her hands and letting it fall onto her smooth back. She
> hooked her thumbs under the hem of her panties, and pulled them down to
> her ankles, her gorgeous rear pointed at me. I held myself from placing
> my hands on them only by sheer willpower. She threw her panties in the
> pile of her clothes, then sat on my lap. I stared right into those
> beautiful eyes of hers, which had become quite a darker blue since
> dinner. She ran her fingers through my hair, smiling at me.
> "Did you like my show?"
> "Uh, yeah!" I said. I couldn't remember seeing anything remotely
> as erotic and captivating as that ever.
> "Good." She said, standing up. She vaulted herself onto the top
> bunk, pulling the blankets over her. "Pleasant dreams."
> "But... but...." I stammered. She leaned over, and kissed me. Our
> lips remained locked in a passionate embrace for the longest time. I
> couldn't help but to run my fingers through her hair as we kissed.
> After about a minute, she pulled away, smiling maliciously.
> "Never on a first date." She said, lying back onto her mattress.
> I couldn't resist laughing a little. I just lied back onto my bottom
> bunk, smiling and staring at the bottom of her bunk.
> "Hey," I said after a moment. "I thought you were putting
> pajamas on."
> "I did. I sleep naked, goofball." She said. I just continued to
> smile as I drifted to sleep.
>
> Chapter Three - Saturday Morning Surprise
>
> Daylight streaming into our berth woke me gently that morning, and
> it was a moment before I realized that she had joined me in my bunk.
> Sleeping naked next to me, she had her head resting on my shoulder,
> cradled in my arms. I gently slipped my arm out from under her, and
> made my way to the showers down the hall. After I had cleaned up and
> packed away the clothes I had slept in, I walked into our berth, and
> watched her sleep. She had turned onto her back while I was gone, and I
> couldn't help but watch as her fair-sized breasts lifted and fell slowly
> with her shallow, sleeping breaths. Her stomach was tight, the outlines
> of her abdominal muscles faintly shaping her skin. She was obviously in
> great shape, having more of an athletic body than just being skin and
> bones; it gave her a much better form, I thought. Her blonde pubic hair
> was neatly trimmed, slightly sparse as it was, and her legs had parted
> enough to catch a glimpse of her young mound, which seemed to glisten in
> the morning sunlight.
> "Like what you see?" She asked, breaking the spell her young form
> had set on me.
> "Yes, I do." I leaned over and kissed her good morning, very
> intensely. "People are already coming back from breakfast; I guess we
> overslept."
> "Can you blame us?" She asked. "What time is it anyway?"
> "I don't know. You didn't set the time last night." The alarm
> clock continued to blink 9:23, although the sun was too low in the sly
> for it to be that late.
> "Well, I did have my mind on other things at the time."
> "Like what?" I asked, giving her a big smile.
> "Well, I have school starting in two weeks, and I was wondering
> how my goldfish were at home...." She broke into a laugh and fell back
> down on the bed. I jumped onto the mattress next to her, and began
> tickling her under the ribs. Her laugh turned into a high pitched
> squeal as she struggled to get away from me, but I managed to hold her
> tight and roll on top of her. We both paused for a moment, aware of the
> position we were in.
> "I like it down here." She said, breathlessly.
> "Hmm. I like the girl on top myself." I said. She began
> laughing again at this, then pushed me on my back and straddled my lap.
> She began thrusting her naked crotch into my clothed one.
> "Mmm, yeah...harder, baby, yeah...." She moaned, facetiously. "I
> love it up here, too. Maybe we'll have to try this someday." She
> flopped off my hips and lied next to me on the bed. "You'll just have
> to play your cards right, buddy." She kissed me lightly on the lips.
> "I'm going to take a shower, then we can grab some breakfast, okay?"
> She stood up, put on a bathrobe, and grabbed a shower kit from her
> suitcase. "Back in a few."
>
> By the time she was finished her shower I had already bought
> today's paper (which the train got from mailbags along the route), and
> was reading about the Toronto plane crash investigation. She was
> wearing a tight white shirt and black jeans, and had her hair wrapped up
> in a towel. She looked so fresh and clean that my heart skipped a beat
> when I saw her.
> "Hey, I have a surprise for you." She said, pushing my newspaper
> aside. "Close your eyes." I shut them for a moment, wondering exactly
> what the surprise was. After a few seconds, she said, "Open your
> eyes!" She was standing before me, just as when I had closed my eyes,
> but her hair was now pale blonde, instead of pink. "the pink was just
> wash-out colour; this is my real shade."
> "Wow!" I said. I thought that her pink hair was lovely, but
> seeing her naturally, I was overtaken by her beauty. It was as though I
> was seeing her for the first time again. I reached for her hands, and
> pulled her into me, kissing her deeply. I could no longer resist
> touching her, so I wrapped my arms around her, my hands moving slowly
> from her shoulders to her bottom, which fit so perfectly into my palms,
> it was as though they had been made to be held by me. We continued
> kissing and groping for a moment, then she gently pushed her self up.
> "Let's go have some breakfast. We'll need our energy."
>
> We had a pleasant breakfast, and once again found ourselves
> walking slowly to our berth, hand in hand. At the door, she stopped me,
> a troubled look on her face.
> "I want you to know that I want to, you know, have sex with you."
> She blushed a little. "But I've never done this before. I just thought
> you should know, and if you don't want to, I'll understand."
> "Katie, I couldn't imagine not wanting to be with you. If you
> really want this, then I'd be a fool to say no to you."
> "Thanks, Paul." She smiled, then kissed me on the cheek. Taking
> me by the hand, she led me into the berth.
> Once the shades were drawn and the door locked, she slipped her
> shirt off and slid her pants off.
> "No show tonight?" I asked.
> "Shut up and get naked, buster." She giggled. I quickly removed
> my shirt and jeans, standing only in my boxers. She was completely nude
> now, and standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me. "What do
> you think?" At first, I couldn't see what she was talking about, until
> my eyes moved down her sleek body.
> "Oh, my...." I said, truly shocked for about the thousandth time
> since she'd walked into the berth.
> "Smooth as a baby's butt!" She exclaimed, running a finger over
> her now bare mound. "I did it in the shower this morning. Surprise
> number two!" Grinning like a fool, I slipped off my boxers and pulled
> her into my arms; her naked skin felt warm against mine. I held her
> against me for as long as I could stand to, before I had to have her.
> Lifting her face to mine in my hands, I kissed her on the forehead, then
> heatedly on the lips. We stood there, together, locked in an embrace,
> savouring each other. Time stood still as my hands fell from her face
> to her shoulders, down her arms and back up, then slowly and gently down
> to the small of her back, where I pulled her even closer to me.
> Finally, she pulled back from the kiss.
> "Let's go to bed." She took me by the hands and sat down on the
> bed, her eyes as dark a blue as I had ever seen them. She laid back,
> her legs spread, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. I fell into bed
> next to her, brushing her skin with the tips of my fingers, all over her
> face and neck. I slowly moved my hands lower, brushing against the top
> of her breasts and her shoulders. As I moved my fingers lower still,
> she began breathing more rapidly. I leaned over and took one nipple
> into my mouth, teasing the other with a finger. She began moaning
> softly as I gave a gentle suck, then she gasped as I bit her softly.
> Moving my free hand along her smooth, taut stomach, I reached the very
> beginning of her soft mound, which had already become damp to the touch.
> I slowly moved one fingertip into her folds, feeling her clitoris swell
> to meet my touch. She gasped loudly as I made contact, then brought my
> face up to hers and kissed me as hard as she could. I began circling
> her nipple and clitoris with my fingers, occasionally giving one or both
> a sudden flicker.
> "Faster...please...." She said in between deep breaths, moving one
> hand on top of mine on her mound. I began stroking her clitoris in
> earnest, picking up the pace with every stroke. She arched her back and
> let out a deep, slow moan, biting her bottom lip, and closing her eyes.
> "Yes...yes...yes..." she cried as her toes began to curl, and her
> breathing became panting. Finally, she began thrashing on the bed,
> gasping for breath, and twisting the sheets in her hands. "Ohh,
> yessss!" she cried, finally going limp after a moment.
> "Feel better?" I asked as she caught her breath.
> "Give me a moment." She said, smiling at me. After a few deep
> breaths, she pushed me onto my back, saying, "Moment's over. Let's
> fuck." She straddled my hips, pressing her mound into my hips, kissing
> me passionately. I grabbed her ass, and lifted, pressing my erection
> into her mound. She began gyrating slowly, moving me deeper inside her
> with every thrust. Finally, I hit a barrier. She grunted a bit as she
> pressed down, breaking it easily.
> "Geez, I thought that was supposed to be painful or something. It
> just stung a bit." She pushed herself farther and farther down onto me,
> wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me as tight to her as she
> could. I began matching her thrusts as I penetrated as deep as
> possible, holding her around the waist, and burying my face in the
> sensitive spot where her neck became her shoulder. We went slowly at
> first, kissing and stroking and caressing, caught in the moment, but
> soon things began to pick up, and we were glistening with sex and sweat,
> slipping on each other, and both warm to the touch. My hands found
> every spot on her body that she wanted to be touched on by trial and
> error, and as we hastened our pace, we found ourselves pulling the other
> in tighter. She began gasping again, her eyes screwed shut, and her
> breathing choppy. I felt myself growing harder and longer, already
> squeezed tightly as it was, when she began squeezing me inside of her as
> she came for the second time that day. Burying her face in my chest, it
> seemed that she was nearly screaming as she spasmed on my body. A
> tingling in my crotch told me that I was going to end soon, so with a
> few last, hard thrusts, I emptied inside of her, holding her tightly to
> my chest.
>
> The next thing I heard was the familiar chime of the conductor
> announcing that we would be in Edmonton in 30 minutes. We had fallen
> asleep in each other's arms, naked, and dripping with perspiration. I
> shook her awake, and told her we had half an hour to get ready.
> Fortunately, we managed to sneak into one of the showers without being
> noticed. As much as I longed to touch her, we had no time for anything
> but cleaning ourselves. Throwing our clothes into our suitcases, we
> were finally ready to disembark just as the train slowed to a halt. It
> was outside on the platform, as we made our way to the taxi stands, that
> I realized we were no longer alone on the train, but that we had to get
> back to our real lives. She seemed to be near tears as we hailed a cab,
> and sat apart from each other.
> When we finally reached my apartment, I decided that what had
> happened was no fluke; we were meant to be together, no matter the
> consequences. I offered her my hand, and asked, "Want to come up with
> me?" She smiled and took my hand, and as we stood in the elevator, we
> held each other once again.
>
> It was only a few hours later that we were watching a movie on
> television together, her head resting on my lap as she slept. I heard a
> familiar jingle of keys in the hallway outside, and seconds later, my
> wife stepped into the living room.
> "Hey, Rob. How was the seminar?" She asked, setting down her
> suitcase.
> "Horrible. How is your mother doing?" I stood up gently, giving
> her a peck on the cheek.
> "Better. She only had a mild infection, so they sent her home
> this morning. I'm going to take a shower; I smell like an airplane.
> When Karen wakes up, tell her I'm home, okay?" She strode down the
> hallway to the bathroom, finally locking the door behind her. I turned
> to the young girl on the couch, who was awake now.
> "I told you." She said. She gave me a quick, forceful kiss on
> the lips. "It was fun to pretend, wasn't it, Daddy?"
>