(Frenchie) New story: “Adventure on the Orient Express”   ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, 1st, cons, ped, rom, ScFi.

“Adventure on the Orient Express” is a fictional story written by Frenchie and does not portray real people, living or dead or real places, things, incidents and times. This is a fantasy and not a portrayal of real life incidents. If you are under the age of consent or you object or are offended by sex between an adult male and preteen female, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy a trip across Europe on the Orient Express.

 

 
ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, 1st, cons, ped, rom, ScFi.


Adventure on the Orient Express
 
By
 
Frenchie

 
Prologue

Royce Kirkpatrick was a retired CPA who had worked for a large oil company in Texas for twenty years, and had saved and invested for an early retirement. He was a man of commitment; once he made his mind up to do something, he did it. He was only forty-five years old and had accrued over a million dollars in liquid assets and was about to set out on the adventure of his lifetime. He didn't particularly like children, especially boys, but he tolerated them as a necessity of life; after all, if there were no boys, there would be no women. Little girls were a different story, he found pleasure in seeing them jump around and dance, but at a distance. Kirkpatrick: derived from Scottish and North Irish: names from any various places so called from the dedication of their church to St. Patrick. The order of the elements is the result of Gaelic influence. Thus, Royce Kirkpatrick. 

Adventure on the Orient Express

Arriving in London, on the first leg of his journey, he stayed at the Sofitel London St. James and spent two days touring, shopping and enjoying the scenery of London and enjoying the splendor of real, luxurious living. It was on his second day there, when a strange and inexplicable event happened. He was a few blocks from his hotel, sightseeing at Trafalgar Square at the National Gallery at St. Martin in the Field, taking a picture of Nelson's Column, when a woman came staggering around the corner and collapsed in his arms.

"They are trying to kill me, you will take care of me." She said, before she passed out or died.

As soon as a crowd started gathering, the police arrived and an ambulance, soon followed. The police questioned Royce and he told them that he didn't know the woman and had not seen her previously. He didn't tell them what she said, because they might make something of it and would require him to stay until it was resolved. Besides, it was addressed to himself and no one else. The paramedics pronounced her dead at the scene. The questions went on for a time, camera crews arrived and took news footage and Royce was released.

A bit shaken up, he went to the St. James Bar in the Sofitel and had several cocktails, before dinner and a good night's sleep. What a day.  

The next day, Friday, he took a limo at Victoria Station, where he met his steward who showed him to his reserved seat on the gleaming British Pullman Carriages, which took him Gare de L'Est, France, the official beginning of his adventure. His steward recognized him from the news, yesterday and asked him if he was alright.

"I was a bit shaken-up, but a few drinks, a good meal and a good night's sleep solved the problem." He said. And they laughed.

He was served the brunch he had ordered many weeks before, when he ordered and paid for the trip by credit card. He had a cocktail called "Bellini", a very popular cocktail on the Continent, after which, he settled comfortably in he seat looked out of the window, as the train made it's way from the Kentish coast, crossing to France. When the train entered the tunnel, he lay back and slumbered.  

Arriving at Gare de L'Est train station, in France, he followed his fellow passengers to the designated track, where there stood the magnificent, shinny, blue and gold carriages of the Venice Simplon Orient Express; the attendants, standing like soldiers at attention beside the impressive train to welcome them aboard. His personal steward showed him to his reserved day car seat of the Continental Wagons-Lits. 

Royce sat down and took a deep breath. He was finally on the holiday he had planned and saved for such a long time. He washed up and changed his shirt and jacket and went to the dining car and enjoyed a delicious four-course dinner, prepared by genuine French chefs. He finished his meal and after dinner cocktail, relaxed a while in the club car and headed back to his private cabin for the trip to Paris.

Walking to his cabin, he remarked to himself, that his dream had come true, he was on the Orient Express; the train of his dreams and he had already begun his adventure. He slowly inserted the key into his cabin door, savoring the moment; looking forward to sitting on the side of the bed, looking out of the window, watching the world go by; because his personal "Cabin Steward" had already changed his cabin from day use to night use. He opened the door and reached around molding surrounding the door for the light switch and flipped the switch, turning the light on. To his astonishment, there was a little girl sitting on the lower bunk.

"Excuse me," he said in an authoritative voice, "who are you?"

"I'm Gallia," the little girl said, "I'm your traveling companion." 

"How old are you? Or better yet, how young are you?"

"I'm eight years old." She stood up, curtsied and sat back down.

Gallia had on what looked like a confirmation dress of sheer white nylon over a white petticoat, with a white satin sash around her tiny waist, black shoes, beautiful silky blonde hair in pig-tails on either side of her head, tied with bright white ribbons. She looked every bit an eight year old, sitting with perfect posture on the side of the bunk, her arms extended with her hands resting on her knees.  

"Who sent you here?"

"I'm an orphan, who is available for adoption." Gallia said, rising from the bed, standing before Royce.

“But I’m not interested in adopting an eight year old girl.” Royce said. “I think it takes a couple to adopt a child, anyway.”

“Not in Europe.” Gallia pointed out. “If you like me, that is.”

“It's not a question of like or dislike, I am not in the market for becoming party to adoption." He paused. "Listen, honey, if I want a car, I go to an automobile dealership. If I want a loaf of bread, I go to a grocery store and I do not want the responsibility of adopting an eight year old child who needs a family, not an individual.”

While he was saying these things, Gallia had stood up and closed the distance between he and she and was hugging him just below his waist and opening his fly. By the time he was finished his dissertation, she had his penis out of his pants and it was growing, rapidly.

She wrapped her lips around his growing cock and teased it with her tongue. Royce melted and pulled the little girl’s head into his groin.

“Oh my gawd,” he exclaimed. "Whew..."

Gallia sucked on his member with the expertise of a well seasoned whore and Royce couldn’t control his actions and shot a huge load of cum right down her throat, which she swallowed, immediately. Royce was so weak, that he had to sit in the side of the bed to compose him.

Out of breath, he said. “Where did you learn to do that?”

She didn’t answer, because his dick was still plugged into her face or probably, it was taught to her for instances such as this. Royce reeled, being revived after the extraordinary and powerful ejaculation he had had. She kept stroking its length by moving her head back and forth over the ever expanding prick, sucking and tickling it with her tongue.

She undid his belt and loosened his pants. He helped her pull his pants down between his knees, while she pulled his boxer shorts down. He took both pieces of apparel off and stretched out on his back across the bed and she continued her ministrations to bring him to the brink of orgasm, again. He was just about to shoot another load, when all of a sudden, she stopped. No orgasm.

His dick was primed to pump another load, but didn’t have the impetus to follow though.

He moaned. “No. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop” 

She picked up the wanting prick and resumed sucking and teasing. Royce moaned.

“Yes baby.” He pleaded, “Don’t stop.”

She continued, again, to the brink of orgasm and stopped, with his prick swollen with another huge load of spirited cum in the head.

“No!” He cried out loud. “No, let me cum. Please.”

She waited for a moment and slowly picked up the prick, which was swollen with blood, ready to explode with a greater force than before, if she would just let it be.

Into her mouth, she sucked his penis down her throat and massaged it with her tongue as she steadily moved her head back and forth along its length, paying special attention to the tip with her tongue. 

Royce was moaning low and long; breathing deeply.

“Oh…” he moaned. “Don’t sto…” But, he was cut off by the first contraction of his penis as it exploded with a piercing shot of red hot sperm down into Gallia’s eager throat, causing her to instinctively try to suck it dry, instantly.

“Ow… Oh gawd…” Royce cried.

While Gallia kept on sucking until the last drop of cum shot into her throat. Royce screamed and pleaded for her to stop; he couldn’t stand the delicious pain. After it was all over, he lay breathless and exhausted across the little bed. 

She lay next to his chest and caressed him until he fell asleep, then she covered him with a blanket and fell asleep, her arms around him.

He woke the next morning with the sounds of the wheels clacking against the tracks; clicking and clacking as the train sped onward to its next destination. The sweet aroma of Gallia’s hair was pleasing to his nostrils, so much so, that he inhaled a long, slow breath inward, making it indelible in his mind. 

His right arm was across Gallia’s chest and he could feel her breathing in and out, slowly and peacefully. She was still dressed in the white nylon dress she had on last night, but her shoes and sock were gone.

Royce looked at her, intently, trying to realize what her childhood was like to make her resort to such behavior at such a young and tender age. She was a very pretty girl with fair skin and attractive features. He imagined her to be about four and a half feet tall and weigh about fifty-five or sixty pounds. She was very attractive to Royce.

She sighed and stretched her arms upward. Royce fell back, giving her space to stretch. She sighed again, opening her eyes this time, looking right into Royce’s face.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Royce said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

Gallia looked blankly at him, and then smiled a pretty little sheepish smile that verged on causing Royce to throw all caution to the wind and take her right there, but he thought better of it and just kissed her on the head. She straightened herself up and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his face toward hers and kissed him with opened mouth. He responded, positively and they kissed each other for about fifteen minutes, until she had to go pee.

They both relieved themselves and washed-up. Royce got dressed and Gallia comber hair and brushed her teeth.

“Are you hungry, little one?” Royce asked.

“Oh, yes, I’m starved.” She answered.

“Then let’s mosey over to the dinning car and have breakfast.”

“Mosey? What’s ‘mosey’” Gallia asked.

“Ha, ha…” Royce chuckled. “In America, that’s a leisurely walk or stroll to a destination of no consequence. We are going to mosey to the dining car, which is of great consequence to us.”

Chuckling, he put his hand on her shoulder and she snuggled to him as they walked though the train to the dinning car. When they arrived, he slid open the door for her to pass through and he followed.

A smartly dressed attendant holding menus greeted them at the door and showed them to a table for two and asked if they would like beverages to start.

“Yes, please.” Royce spoke up. “We’ll have two orange juices, two waters, a coffee and milk for the young lady. Please.”

“Thank you sir, your waiter will be along shortly.” And he left.

When they arrived back at their cabin, it had been converted to ‘day use’ by Royce’s personal attendant. Royce locked the door and sat next to Gallia, putting his arms around her and her snuggling up to him. They kissed and petted for a while, until the windows fogged up, then Royce undressed, but Gallia wanted to keep her dress on, which was OK with him. Royce lay on his back and Gallia got on top of him, grinding her pelvis over his growing dick. He was glad she kept her dress on, because the fabric slipping across his penis was a feeling he had never experienced before and it was wonderful.

As she glided up and down over his body, she played with his nipples with her mouth and her hands. Royce held her butt in his hands and squeezed her cheeks though the sheer fabric, thrilling them both.

Royce told her he was about to cum and she said she knew it, so they stopped and rested for a while. Royce pulled her dress and petticoats up and found the waist band of her sheer nylon panties and slowly pulled them down and she crawled out of them, laying them next to his face. He grabbed them and put them to his nose and took a deep breath; that was another aroma he would remember. His dick twitched.

He pushed her over to one side and turned himself, facing her and felt between her legs; she was soaking wet and he wanted to take advantage of that. So, he brought his body up to where her pussy was right across from his penis and he moved against her. She whimpered.   

“Um…” she whimpered, “Oh...”

He slowly rubbed his swollen cock against her Mons Pubic, up and down and she whimpered louder. “Oh… Oh… Ow…”

He dug it unto her cunt, pushing it up and down, into the very crevice he wanted it to be buried in. 

He pushed her body over further and he rolled over onto her, his prick pointing right at her waiting cunt. With one hand he grabbed his cock to guide it into her steaming cunt and with the other hand he felt for her hot little clit. She whimpered.

As he was about to mount her; to drive his dick deep into her eight year old pussy, she whispered. “I’m a virgin.”

“You’re what?” He exclaimed.
“You’re going to be the first and I hope to please you.” She said, softly.

Hearing those words made his dick grow another two inches and more solid than before. He spread her legs apart and pushed his prick into her virgin honey pot. She whimpered and breathed deeply.

Royce was out of his league; fucking an eight year old virgin, that he met less than twenty-four hours before. She should be ten years older and it would still be illegal, if not OK, but to be fucking an eight year old… taking her cherry, to boot, unthinkable to a person of his caliber and standing.

He made up his mind to do his very best to please her and let her enjoy the act as much as he enjoyed her last night. He pushed his cock against her pussy, slowly, riding it down and up along the “Valley of Pleasure”, between her swollen pussy lips. 

She seemed very tight in the beginning and he might not get it all in, in fact, he might not get it in at all because his seven inches were a fat seven inches and if she was too tight, it wouldn’t go in.

He pushed again and pulled back, letting the oil lubricate her pussy and his dick. He pushed in again and a little more went in. She whimpered. He pulled out, then in again. Still another bit of an inch went inside her tight little pussy, causing her to quietly moan. He pushed some more, but he finally hit her Hymen and it resisted his efforts. She moaned in pain.

“Lawd,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but this is going to hurt a little, so be prepared. I hope not too much.

“It’s OK,” she said. “I’m ready.” And she relaxed her tense body.

With that, he pushed a little harder, again. Pushed harder, but he was afraid to hurt his little angel. He stroked her hair several times to soothe her and then he held her butt, tightly against his body and thrust again, not gaining any ground, so he stopped and just lay there, his dick about two inches into her pussy.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you, sweetheart." He said, softly. "We better stop."
"No. Please." She begged. "I promise you won't hurt me, I want you inside of me."

So, he reconfirmed his hold on her butt and slowly, with even pressure, pushed against her stomach and her pussy, until at last, about an inch more was driven in and she let out a muffled scream.

“Ow… Ieee…”

He stopped instantly, embedded halfway into her cunt and the feeling was wonderful to him, but not so much for her right now. They lay there, unmoving, until the pain went away. He rubbed her back and played with her ass cheeks to get her mind of the pain in her pussy.

“It’s OK now.” She said, taking a deep breath. And she pushed her pussy against his dick, driving it in more.

Little by little, they went together, until his prick was almost all into her tight little cunt.

“Gawd, I never felt this good before.” He said.

“I’ve never felt anything like it before, either. I wish we could do it constantly.” She purred.

“I’ll second that motion.” And they fucked, long and slow for at least an hour. He held her head and caressed her hair and she held his body close to hers; he played with her non-existent titties and she squirmed over the bed. 

“I want you to cum in me.” Gallia said. “I want to feel your seed shoot into me; your boiling hot semen.

“OK, but I don’t think you will be able to feel it, but you’ll know when it’s shooting in by the way I’m acting at the time.”

He reached down and felt her soaked clit and he began to massage it with one finger; up and down left to right and around and around, until she was breathing heavily. He kept up his ministrations on her, keeping his impending climax at bay, until she was ready to “go over the top”. 

She squirmed over the little bed, wildly and out of control and pleaded for him to slow down, but he kept on fucking and playing with her clit. She was beside herself. She couldn’t control her movements; her breathing was ragged and erratic. 

“Ow… Aw…” She pleaded. “Oh! Oh, stop. Urg…”

His dick was clearly at risk of exploding any second with her moans and groans and pleadings. Until, finally, his dick contracted in unison with her cunt and they held each other tightly while their organs throbbed and shuddered; he shooting his seed deep into her womb and her pussy sucking his dick until it was dry, in a magnificent orgasm for both of them.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

They awoke in time for tea and to get cleaned up before transferring to the hotel for a full day of sightseeing, lunch and to spend the night. They packed what clothes they would need for the night’s stay and the next day and went to tea. The train pulled into Budapest Station about four-thirty and they had a short bus ride to the luxurious Kempinski Hotel Cornivus Five Star Hotel for dinner and to spend the night.

Upon arrival at the hotel, they went right to the shower and showered together. It was a fun time for both of them, as Royce being in his forties and Gallia, just a child, not even ten years old yet, frolicked in the shower until they were exhausted. They got dressed and joined the rest of the tour for dinner at a nearby restaurant.

Back at the hotel, they rested for a little while, and were ready for another secession of who can please who the most.

Royce got undressed and pulled the covers down on the bed and climbed in with a book he chose from the shelf along the wall, titled, "Celtic Spirits". The book came open to a page that had two sentences, only: "From life that was stolen, a new one shall be born." This intrigued him, so he continued reading from there.

Gallia finally came out of  the bathroom, after doing what  we’ll never know, but she came out looking like a princess; her hair soft and shiny, her skin glowing and smelling like a summer shower in the garden, with a white nylon negligee with a white nylon, see though, robe.

“Awesome!” Royce exclaimed. “You are too beautiful for words.”

And she danced around the room, showing off. Royce put the book on the nightstand and pulled the covers down on her side of the bed and she flew right to it, plunging head first under the covers. Royce reached over and grabbed her by the waist and tickled her under her arms until she was laughing so hard, she was about to wet on herself. 

Royce looked down into her dark brown eyes with affection and the breathless girl, sort of, half smiled. He pulled her head closer and opened his mouth to kiss her; she did the same. They kissed, snuggled, caressed and felt each other up, magnificently, until they were both soaking wet with passion. She was cross-eyed, dizzy, out of control and he was off in a wonderful world of pleasure.

She took off her robe and raised her undergarment, exposing her bald, glistening virgina and straddled Royce; he guided her down to where their privates met and she settled on his throbbing cock.

Without the intervention of their hands, they moved up and down, back and forth, until his dick began penetrating her pussy; slowly entering her tight love hole. He put his hands around her buttocks and pushed his body up into hers. She gave a little grunt as his swollen cock went deeper into her cunt.

They lay there in the semi-darkness, slowly moving their bodies in unison, looking intently on the other, seemingly reading the other person’s thoughts at this particular moment; loving one another. 

While Royce's pelvis was pushing up into her pussy, her hip was rotating back and forth, causing his prick to penetrate her pussy more and more. The feeling was monumental for both of them. At last, he was deep into her love pot and they gyrated together, bringing the feelings to fever pitch.

"Oh," she whimpered. "This is heaven."

"Oh, gawd yes." Royce agreed. "I don't ever want to stop."

Everything was perfect; she was beautiful sitting on his huge cock, her hair glowing in the night light, the aroma of her perfume, her gown softly caressing is body as she moved back and forth. She was ecstatic, filled with seven inches of big, fat round cock, lubricating her pussy in advance of the onslaught of the huge wave of semen that would fill her pussy to overflowing; pumped, uncontrollably, deep inside of her.

Suddenly, she stopped, the moment his dick was buried deep in her cunt and leaned forward, her holding herself upright with her arms around his chest and clamped her pussy tightly around is cock. Then, she slowly raised her body, stretching his cock; sucking it upward into her pussy, but it resisted and couldn't comply, so it was as if she was pulling out. But, then at the last moment, she reversed directions and started back down, over the length of the straining beast. She repeated the movement, over and over.

"Oh, my gawd." Royce muttered. "Oh..."

She continued this for sometime. The feeling was exquisite, oil was flowing out of Royce's prick with abandon. He was on the verge of orgasm, but he was holding back. She was controlling the pace, but her orgasm was imminent, also. She slowed and stopped with his dick embedded deep inside her.

Royce was moaning and she was out of breath; they lay still, holding each another.

"I love you, Gallia." He whispered.

She responded. "I love you, too."

He rolled over, taking her with him and he bent his body down to where he could kiss her. He cupped her face in his hands and planted a kiss on her opening mouth and he put his arms around her and caressed and felt her up. Soon, he reached down to her buttocks and pulled her body toward his and started to pump, in a slow and rhythmical motion; pushing his swollen cock, deeper and deeper into the depths of her pussy. Back and forth, in and out, plunging deeper and deeper. The feelings in their loins were building.

They both wanted to cum. They used his movements to full advantage; she stressed her legs, tightening her pussy around his cock, increasing the pressure for both of them; pleasing both of them, until the inevitable. His cock swelled, to what felt like gigantic proportions, filled with an abundance of boiling hot semen to be shot deep into her seething pussy, which was tingling and on the verge of clamping down on his assaulting prick with a force that would break it off in her.

Bam! It hit. His cock swelled and blew a large wad of baby making semen down into every crevice of the young girl's pussy; over filling her, spilling out, being pumped out onto the bed. Over and over his cock pumped the volatile liquid into her cunt. Her orgasm followed with surprising force, so fierce that she broke loose from his hold on her and she writhed over the small bed, back and forth and loudly pleaded for surcease.

"Oh... Ewe... Grr..." She made sounds that were inhuman. "Awe..."

And when the contractions stopped, they lay breathless on the little bed and fell asleep.         

Their night in Budapest would be a memory not to forget.

The next morning, they showered together. Royce shaved while Gallia put on her make-up and got dressed. They had breakfast and went on a day tour of Budapest. After lunch, they had free time for window shopping and browsing around, and then they boarded the train to continue on their journey.

Back on board, they had tea and went to their cabin to relax. They snuggled and petted each other until they were aroused sufficiently to demand attention to their wants and desires.

Royce undressed Gallia, slowly and deliberately, observing every part of her beautiful, young body, holding and caressing each visible part. She had a flat chest, without the sign of any titties, save for her tiny areolas and her pussy was bald, an unusual sight for Royce, as he had never been with a preteen girl before.

In his exploration of her body, he caressed her buttocks, up her thighs and over the cheeks and around, down into her hole. She made a little sound as he partially inserted his finger.

“Oh, do that some more, please.” She asked.

He obliged her by rubbing his finger down through the wetness of her pussy and back up to her hole, moving his finger in and out and around, slowly.

She moved closer to him, so he could get a better position with his finger and started breathing heavily. He increased the pressure of his finger and she began to moan, loudly.

“Oh,” she cried, “do me there. Please. Do me there.”

Without a word, she turned over to lie on her belly and he straddled her, lubricating his penis with her love juices that were seeping from her soaking pussy. He spread her cheeks apart and rubbed his hard cock against her ass-hole, until it found the spot and he slowly pushed against it. When it broke in, she screamed a little scream and he stopped until the pain went away. Then he resumed his efforts to fuck his little playmate in the ass.

She grabbed the sheets in her hands and bunched them as the pressure increased, until he had all of his cock buried in her tight little butt. She relaxed and rode his prick back and forth and moaned with pleasure. He bent over and kissed her on the head and she turned her face toward him to kiss him on the lips.

“Oh, it feels so good.” She whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

They fucked for a while, in that position and turned over to their sides, so they could fuck doggy style, sideways, in the fetal position. She spread her legs so he could get better penetration and the deeper his prick went in her ass, the louder she moaned. 

“Oh my gawd,” she said, “That feels so good.”

Breathlessly, he said, “Yes, this is the way to go; but your ass is so tight, I don’t think I can last much longer.”

He reached her crotch and played with her clit, rubbing it and massaging it violently.

“Oh my gawd, I can’t stand it. I’m torn apart.” She moaned, out of breath.

Royce was about to explode into her ass and she was going to orgasm, just about the same time. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her toward him as the first wave of contractions hit. She screamed.

“Oh gawd, I can’t stand it. Stop! Please, please. Grr…”

He continued shooting shot after shot of his baby making cum into her tight ass that was contracting with intense spasms, over and over, milking his bone, dry.

Finally, he let her go and rolled over away from her and she rolled over, dizzy and breathless. Both of them were exhausted and lay there; unable to move. They fell into a deep, delicious, slumber.

They cleaned-up and had breakfast after sleeping comfortably over night and when the train arrived in Sinala, they boarded an omnibus to visit Peles Castle; described as one of the most beautiful in Europe, but not nearly as old as some in England.

Gallia was in a wicked mood and made fun of many of the facts presented about the castle to a point where Royce refused to say she was with him. 

“But, I feel good; you make me happy.” She spoke, seriously.

“Yes, it’s OK to be happy and feel good, but not to annoy people who are genuinely interested in castles.” Royce said, sternly.

Royce felt badly about having corrected her and he put his arm on her shoulder as a means of apology and moral support, as they walked back to the bus. After all, she was just eight years old. She cuddled to him as they rode the short trip back to the train. They rode in silence.

It seemed the train had barely started when they arrived at the Athenee Palace Hilton Hotel, Bucharest where they had a light lunch before the short city tour, to return to the hotel to take care of their personal effects, relax and have dinner.

In their suite, Royce sat on the Divan and called Gallia over to sit next to him. She sat next to him and he put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him.

“I want to apologize for correcting you this afternoon. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” he said. “You must understand, an adult and a child see things in a different light.” 

"I know," She said, apologetically. "But it was funny that the tour guide looked just like the monkey." She smiled.

"Yeah," He said, smiling. "She sure did, at that."  And he patted her butt two or three times and she hugged him.

"What do you say, we take a shower, get dressed, go to dinner and come back to the room and see what develops, huh?" Royce said, getting up.

"Yeah." She said, enthusiastically. 

Royce reached down and kissed her and she hugged him around the neck.

They had dinner in the magnificent Roberto’s On La Strada Terrace Restaurant in the hotel and Gallia was very well behaved. She remarked how wide the halls of the hotel were, but didn’t make jokes about them.

They got back to the room about eight-thirty and though it was a short day, with a lot of getting off and getting on, both of them were comfortably full and sort of tired, so they went right to the Divan and snuggled. Royce stroked and petted her hair and she hugged him, tightly. They caressed each other for some time.

"We're going to be on the train all day tomorrow and we will have plenty of time to relax, plus tomorrow will be our last day on the train." Royce whispered.

She moved her hand down to his crotch and felt his member and stroked it through his pants. She sighed.

"What have you discovered?"

"Hmm..." I don't know what it is, but it seems to be growing." Gallia giggled.

Royce continued in his low whisper, "As I was saying, we'll have plenty of time to relax tomorrow, so why don't we play tonight?" 

At that point, she had his fly open and was extracting a very large worm from within.

"Hmm..., look what I found." She cooed, and bent her head down for a closer look. "No, it's a lollipop. I like lollipops and I'm going to suck this one right now." And she giggled.

Royce was enjoying the action, but he thought it would feel better if they were someplace else, so they got up and undressed, but instead of going back to the couch, they turned down the lights and went to bed. Royce proposed they do a "69" and she agreed.  

She fit perfectly between his lips and his penis and they both enjoyed through several orgasms, one better than the last. He felt her up and they exchanged places and experimented on each other and explored each other's body. His tongue was long and thin and he pleased her to perfection, while she was the master of lollipops, ministering to his penis.

After their final orgasms, they lay in each others arms and loved and caressed until they finally drifted off to sleep.
 
Tuesday morning was bright and sunshiny as the train sped to Varna, Bulgaria for a short excursion of sightseeing and lunch, then on to Istanbul and the end of the tour.

They hardly spoke at lunch, realizing it was the end of the trip. Should Royce take her back home with him, or should he leave her to go on her way?

"I think you should steal that book you're reading and finish it at home." She suggested.

"What?" Royce said, incredulously. "Steal a book that I could buy from a bookseller."

"This is a European edition, that may not have the same contents as one published in the United States." Gallia said, authoritatively.

"I'll consider it." And they walked to the bus. 

They went to Royce's private compartment to finish packing. Gallia excused herself went to the bathroom while Royce policed the compartment for anything they missed and sat down to think.

The train rolled on to Sirkeci Station in Istanbul. 

Presently, there was a knock on the door.

"Yes?" And Royce opened the door to see his personal steward standing at attention.

"There is a package waiting for you at baggage claim." And the steward handed him the notice. Royce handed the steward an envelope containing a two hundred dollar tip, for services rendered and closed the door.

"Gallia." Royce called.

Again he called. "Gallia!"

Gallia didn't answer.

Royce went to the door and knocked. "Tap, tap, tap." Still no answer.

He slowly opened the door, looking around the tiny space, but Gallia was nowhere to be found. He remembers seeing her going into the restroom, but she never came out. Where could she be?

Royce went out and looked up and down the hallway, but didn't see the girl. No Gallia.

The train arrived at Sirkeci Station and Royce's personal steward was waiting in the hallway to take his carry-on luggage to baggage claim. Royce asked him if he had seen Gallia.

"No, monsieur, I have not seen anyone." The man replied.

And, they walked to baggage claim, where the steward took the notice from Royce and presented it to the clerk. A few minutes later, the clerk came back, carrying a pet carrier with something white in it and placed it on the counter in front of Royce.

At closer inspection, Royce saw that it was a beautiful white tabby Angora cat with green eyes and two white ribbons on top of it's head.

"Meow."


Epilogue

A view into one man's life; a brief moment that he tries to fulfill a dream, but becomes muttled and confused because of an isolated incident, but was it isolated or was it destined to happen. Did he know he was going to where his roots were, to learn something of his heritage?  What happened to the charming young lady; why did she disappear, or did she disappear, and will she come back in a different form? Is he taking a cat or Gallia back to the United States?  

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Laissez les bon temps roulez  
“Let the good times roll”
Frenchie

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