Night Train....An Erotic Adventure

[afternooner]

The steady chugga... chugga sound has set me in the mood already as we leave
central Wi. For St. Paul Mn. and beyond. The lonely whistle as we aproach each intersection creates an empty feelimg inside me a feeling like I want to be close to someone right now. I become mildly aroused by the soft swaying gentle tugging motion and I look expectantly at the empty seat next to me.Maybe St Paul someone will join me maybe , I hope.

It's getting dark and I'm starting to nod. Relaxing arousal bringing thoughts of pretty girls...

My reverie is broken by a light female voice and my eyes comming open are greeted by the most beautifull navel I've ever seen. I swear it's winking at me as it's accompanying ring and small white pearl dangling from it has me hypnotized.

Qbviously it belongs to a young girl placing her bag in the rack above my head and saying, "Is this seat taken".

 

[SexyChele]

Am I Seeing Double??

Is this a 2nd posting for this, or am I experiencing deja vu, Afternooner?

Never mind me, folks, confusion setting in....

 

[Blackbich]

OOC: Sorry, honey! Didn't know you had posted this already. I'm here and raring to go though - lol.

IC: "Is this seat taken?" I ask, while putting my overnight bag in the overhead compartment. After closing the compartment I look at the guy sitting in the seat. HMMM, very attractive even if he has that 'just woke up' look. Not waiting on an answer, I sit in the seat beside him. "I'll take that as a no", I declare as I flash a smile in his direction. I notice he's staring at my chest. Can't say I blame him, I am the one who decided to wear spaghetti straps with lots of cleavage and a bare belly. Not that it's a bad thing, him looking. My nipples begin to tighten. I pretend not to notice the reaction my body's having to him as I say, "Sorry if I woke you up. My name's Sandy. Where you headed?"

 

[afternooner]

I love it when a girl knows what she wants and goes for it, and obviously this girl does and will,, as her voice has a tone of confidence and directness.
I also get very turned on when a girl knows she is very sexually attractive and isn't afraid to flaunt it.

There's even more to offer me, as she bends down showing me her cleavage. My Eyes eagerly scan the tops of her breasts and further explore the valley between. I am temporarily lost for words but recover as I take a deep breath and clearing my throat, reply when she says her name and asks me where I'm headed.

"Richard my names Richard, but my friends call me Rick." She smiles, a knowing smile, she can tell by my hesitation and the fact that I had to tear my eyes away from her body to meet her gaze that I'm turned on.

Instantly, I feel relieved as now we're on even ground, no pretensions or silly kid games, just an up front I like you, you like me, let's get to know each other, attitude. I take her hand and look her straight in the eyes saying clearly yet softly, I'd like it if you called me Rick.

I continue as she gets settled in her seat tugging at her miniskirt unpretensiously. "I'm headed for Whitefish Montana, up near the national park, to do some trout fishing. I love riding the train, I meet so many interesting people, "I add giving her a wink. "Do you ride the train often"?

Noticing that she's a bit unconfortable I give her a pillow, I usually take an extta one with me and a blanket too, as sometimes It gets chilly at night. I see her eyeing up my blanket and push half of it towards her. She smiles warmly and pulls it on to her lap covering both of us very nicely.

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[Blackbich]

"I'd like it if you called me Rick", he said. "I'm headed for Whitefish, Montana, up near the national park, to do some trout fishing. I love riding the train, I meet so many interesting people. Do you ride the train often?" I attempt to answer him but I'm too busy shifting in my seat, trying to get comfortable. He hands me a pillow which helps. I notice he has a blanket which he graciously offers to share with me. Finally going back to his question, I answer "This is the first time I've ridden a train. I normally fly everywhere. I wanted to try something different and see some of the country that I call home. I'm headed to Pocatello, Idaho, to visit family." I turn to him and say, "Montana and Idaho. It appears we're going to get to know each other on this train ride, Rick." I know the way it sounds and it didn't help that my voice was a little huskier as I said it but, damn, what's a red blooded woman to do when she sharing a blanket with a good looking man. It doesn't help matters that I know he's interested in me as well. I link my arm through his and lay on my head on his shoulder. Yes, we are definitely going to get to know each other better if I have anything to do with it.

 

[afternooner]

Rick

OOC: Hi Sugar, check your pm. lol

 

[afternooner]

Rick

OOC: Hey Sugar, I'm going to go with your discription in another thread <staff meeting which I'm reading but not in,> cause I want to post today as I may not be able to tonite. If you have other ideas, let me know and I can delete this post, Ok?


IC: As Sandy settles in, her head on my shoulder and our arms entwined, I feel as if we've known each other for a long time.... de ja vu... another life time... Who knows? All I know is it feels damn good, and begining to feel even better as the night surrounds us and the motion of the train gently rocks us.

The overhead light is on and I look over at her her dark brown hair falling around her bare shoulder, blending in with her soft dark skin. Her face has a nobelness to it, like a amazon queen from times past. I can almost see a ruby encrusted crown of gold atop her head and a strand of pearls at her delicate throat. Her throat of course is bare as are her soft shoulders and the tops of her tawny breasts. Peeking out of her brief white top, they look like two brown doves, warm and soft rising and falling with her steady breathing.

She must sense my scrutiny and turns to meet my gaze not flinching in embarasment or scornfully reproaching but soft and genuinely open.

Her eyes dark as the night,alure me into their deepness. She smiles knowing that she has my undivided attention and I reach for her hand under the blanket. As we touch I feel her hand move not in rejection but in invitation as she draws her hand across her firm stomach and mine follows until we reach her navel and the delightfull little pearl on the swinging ring. I Touch it tenderly and my thoughts go to someplace lower and another pearl. Much more precious than this one and so very much more desireable.

For now I'm just content to softly twirl this present pearl and listen to the lonely whistle of the night train.

 

[Blackbich]

OOC: Sorry, honey. I tried to PM you back and it said your mailbox was full and that you were being sent a message to you telling you to clean it out. This description is fine . Sorry, this will be a very short post but I'll make up for it, I promise - lol.


BIC: I love the way he's playing with my navel ring. Just a soft twirling motion. I feel as if I've known him forever, which is a rare thing for me. I wonder if he can tell I feel so at ease with him. Placing my hand over his, I slowly move my hand up his arm watching the trail my hand is making. Once I reach his shoulder I begin trailing my hand across his chest. Lulled by the motion of the train, I trace circles and other shapes from shoulder to shoulder, reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers.

 

[afternooner]

I love the way her hand creaps up my arm and to my shoulders, sending sharp little sparks of fire through my body. Her touch is so exquisitly light yet as it ramdomly roams and traces various shapes it carries with it a sense of purpose and direction. My hand continues to twirl the pearl, and the combination of our touching brings sweet arousal to my loins causing an uncomfortable feel in my tight jeans. I notice Sandy is becoming uncomfortable too as I feel her twisting in her seat.

"I whisper in her ear I've got an idea you might like, Sandy, I'm used to riding trains at night and so I carry on a couple joging suits. Then when I want to be more comfortable, like right now, I go down to the lounge and change.Because I'm enjoying the way she looks dressed the way she is, and hate to break this closeness that I'm feeling, I hesitate to say it but then I add maybe you want to slip into something more comfortable." I grin, realizing that I just handed her a typical male chalvanistic line but she smiles back, a knowing smile. I continue If you don't have anything I have an extra pair, tops and bottoms......"

 

[Blackbich]

Sandy

OOC: LOL, did you get your PM mailbox emptied?

BIC: "If you don't have anything, I have an extra pair; tops and bottoms." So he wants to get me more comfortable, huh? I wonder if he's as excited as I am. I do have a pair of pajamas in my bag but decide to take him up on his offer. "Sure, I'll take a pair." Placing my hand flat on his chest, I lean back and look at him. "Guess that means I have to move, huh?", I quietly ask with a smile. Before he can answer I slowly stand up and back into the aisle, feeling his eyes on my every movement. He sits for a few seconds before moving but eventually gets up. As he moves into the aisleway to grab his bag, it's my turn to watch him. It wasn't hard to tell that he was muscular but not bulky. Like he was a man used to working outside, which may be why he's so tanned. It suits his dark hair and dark eyes. His jeans hug his body. God, I love a man in good fitting jeans. Nice butt and, more importantly, nice package up front. It seems he's been affected by our encounter so far. He eventually finds what he's looking for and pulls both sets of jogging suits out of the bag. After placing the bag back on the shelf, he hands me one of the suits. "Here you go." I touch his hand as I take the suit from him. Looking around I ask, "Well?" "Well, what?" Smiling, I say, "I don't know where the lounge is. Maybe you can help me find it."

 

[afternooner]

Rick

Damn belly button ring! It's got me hypnotized again, as she stands up and backs into the aisle. Her hand touching mine sends a spark of electricity through my body and jerks me to attention.

"The lounge, maybe you can help me find it ".

" Of course, I reply, I forgot, this is your first train ride."


I get up, lightly brushing against her, feeling the softness of her ass against my crotch as I pass behind her. Damn narrow aisle I mutter under my breath, but smiling silently behind her.

"This way." I lead her down the aisle toward the stairs down to the lower level and at the end we see a tiny door with the familar unisex sign on it.

I guess that means us". I remark. Sandy rolls her eyes at my feeble attempt to be funny. Well who's first she asks, a mischevious grin on her face and spark in her black eyes.

"These locks leave much to be desired". I say as I jiggle the door. "I'd better come in with you. I promise not to watch you if you don't watch me." Sandy's eyes light up at the thought of a familiar teen age game of truth or dare and slips through the door, beconing with her forefinger for me to follow.

Inside we find realy close quarters as of course i knew already but was a surprise to Sandy. "Just as bad as planes she remarks and looks around. A full length mirror on one end with a little pull out stool beside it. Another booth with the mirror on the opposite end and similar bench. At the far end is a toilet and sink and more mirrors.

"They put so many mirrors in here to make it look bigger' I surmise. Sandy shrugs her shoulders and says "Let's just get it done, I think shes either getting claustrophobic, or horney standing so close to me.

"I'll take this stall". she says decisively and proceeds to pull her top off I'm pretending to look the other way but obviously her beautifull brown breasts are delightfully displayed in my booths mirror. she looks right at my reflection and smiles wickedly. quickly pulling the suit top down over her head. I groan as her tits disapear into the cotton cloth She reaches down pulling her top tight and then starting to slip her mini skirt off hesitates, She looks at me and says dryly when are you going to start.
I quickly pull my shirt off and run my fingers through the dark thick mat of my chest hair as I know she is intently watching me in her mirror. I give her a wink and be darrned if she doesn't blush just a little.

I stop my hands on my belt look at her in the mirror and then slowly unbuckle it and start my zipper on its downward journey. Then with a flourish I drop my jeans and step out of them. I hear her mutter ive's seen more skin at the beach . Im wearing bikini briefs not leaving much to the imagination .

Now it's her turn and she slowly tugs her tight mini skirt down, down over her thighs her delightfully brown thighs and down, down over her long brown smooth legs. She steps qiuckly ahead leaving her skirt in a bundle and pulls my sweatpant up, up up her long long legs and around her thighs. I'm wishing she would have taken off her thong, but that would have been To much to ask for.

"Shows over". she says briskly, tossing her dark brown hair back over her shoulders. put your pants on Romeo......

Not an easy task considering the condition I've gotten myself into........

 

[Blackbich]

"Put your pants on Romeo." This 'lounge' is a little smaller than I'm comfortable with. I'm sure Rick can tell something's wrong. Trying to distract myself from the room's tiny size, I watch as he begins pulling his sweatpants up. Just as I thought, a very nice package in the front of his undies. I feel myself getting wet, seeing his obvious desire. I can't wait to get to know 'little Rick' a little better, but that wasn't about to happen until I could get the hell out of this room! I'd never be able to concentrate if something was started now.

Feeling like the walls are starting to close in, I pick up my clothes and I walk to the door. "Can we go now?" Feeling my sense of urgency, he walks out the door with me. We slowly make our way back to our seats. I can tell he's watching me. I also sense his curiousity as he follows me up the aisle. I don't know what to say. Now that I'm out of the lounge, I feel stupid which renders me unable to tell him what just happened. When we get to our seats, he hands me my bag so I can put my clothes away. Unable to meet his eyes, I put my bag away then stand there. This is the first uncomfortable moment we've had all night and it's all I can do to keep the tears from falling. I sense it coming before it happens. Suddenly his arms are around me, pulling me to him until my head's resting on his chest. "What happened in there?" he asks.

"I don't know."

"Mmm Hmmm."

Knowing that he knew better, I decided to come clean after a few moments. "Well, it was a little smaller than I expected. I'm claustrophobic and I guess I just panicked. I'm so sor.."

"Shhh", he said lightly putting his finger to my mouth to quiet me. I lean back to look at him. He leans down, kissing me lightly on my cheek, then again on my lips. He takes my hand and leads me back to our seats. That says more to me than any amount of words.

Once we're seated, he takes the blanket we had been sharing before our dressing adventure and places it over us. He turns to ask me a question and I place my finger on his lips. He looks at me questioningly and I smile. Looking pointedly at his mouth, I lightly run my fingers across his lips. I do this for a couple of seconds then lean towards him and kiss him fully on the lips, hoping I don't appear to forward.

 

[afternooner]

Rick

i'm feeling raealy horseshit about this whole clothes changing thing as we go back to our seats. The closeness I felt before has disappeared and there seems to be a wall between us. then as I take her hand she loosens up a bit and so do I. Sitting down she runs her finger over my mouth as if to say let's just enjoy each other silently. I couldn't agree more and when she seals her silent request with a kiss, my spirits soar again and i relax my hand finding hers under the blanket.I revel in the cool smooth feel of cotton against my body and the freedom to move comfortably in my seat.


Her hand begins to move again just like before and knowing that she wants to continue this wonderfull experience we had began before, my fingers find the pearl ring and twirl it slowly gently.


But soon my desire to move further in my explorations overrides my carefull nature and my hands begin to roam this time not limited by her tight clothes and as I caress her flat firm tummy and wander towards the rounded edges of her bountious breasts. I find it easy to move smoothly betwen cloth and skin enjoying it's smooth warm texture and feeling it respond to my touch. I lean over and kiss her warmly, lingering just touching her wet lips, feeling the agony of wanting more yet,resisting the temptation to crush her lips to mine . My left hand is is dangerously close to cupping her right breast and my right one fingers splayed is hovering over her thonged mound. Her hands are doing wonderfull things to my body and my mind is full of fantsies of pleasures yet to come.

 

[Blackbich]

Sandy

It was SO easy to slip back into the comfort level I had with Rick before. It was as if the whole clothes incident never happened. I noticed his hands had gotten a little bolder on their explorations of my body, building up more anticipation in me than ever. I can't believe how wet I am! He hasn't even touched me 'that' way yet and I'm already wishing he'd just throw me to the floor already!

Deciding to be a little bold myself, I slowly rub my hand over his crotch area. I feel him stiffen next to me, as if surprised. I rub my hand over as much of his lower body as I can reach then begin making my way back up his body. His movements on my body have definitely slowed down.

At first I think this is funny but suddenly I wonder what the hell I was thinking. I can't help but wonder what Rick thought about what I had just done.

 

[afternooner]

Rick and Sandy, cramped again

Our hands are moving together again as they were before only this time less restricted ,they become more bold pressing instead of just caressing.

I can feel the heat from her mound beneath the cloth of her thong, as my hand firmly cups it. My fingers are splayed out and down, and as she opens her legs and moans softly I feel the wetness of her arousal.

Her hand has found my throbing shaft covering it firmly through my briefs, her hand just holding me motionless and firmly, sends shivers up my spine and I want to buck against her steady hand to provoke it into motion.

We try to adjust our bodies to make this sensual contact more complete but our legs are cramped by the closness of the seats ahead of us and there just isn't enough room to really stretch out and be comfortable.

Frustrated by this restricted feeling, I stop moving my hands and she does also realizing that this isn't going to work.

Then I have an idea and say, "look Sandy let's get a sleeper". She looks at me a bit surprised and I explain." We just pulled out of Fargo and maybe a sleeper is available,from someone who had might have gotten off I'll ask the porter." I go up and make the arrangements and we grab our bags and follow him up to the sleeper car.

"This is much better". I say as we enter the sleeper car. There's a double berth, an easy cahir, we have our own vanity and toilet and lots of mirrors.

I look at Sandy and she smles her dark eyes sparkling "well Romeo.,she says, where would you like to be. On the top or on the bottom?

I grin at her obvious inuendo and reply I 'd like to try them both.

I turn to the porter and giving him a couple of tewntys ask him if he could find us a bottle of wine. He winks and disappears, returning in a few minutes with a bottle on ice and two glasses.

 

[Blackbich]

The porter hands the ice bucket with the wine and the glasses to Rick, then leaves us alone. I sit on the edge of the bottom bunk and pat the seat beside me. After he's comfortably seated, he opens the wine bottle and pours us both a glass.

Rick offers a toast. "Here's to a wonderful evening and an even better night."

I have to shake my head with a smile. My thoughts exactly. We take our time, sipping our drinks, talking. Because I'm not a big drinker, I drink 1/2 my glass when I begin feeling the effects of the wine. That, coupled with my body's closeness to Rick, are causing my body to once again get a little on the warm side.

I finish the rest of what's in my glass and put it on the vanity. Laying on the bunk on my side, head propped on my hand, I pat the bed beside me. Finishing his wine, he plops on the bunk beside me laying on his back. I notice the devilish smile gracing his gorgeous face.

"What?", I ask.

"Oh, nothing."

"Don't tell me nothing, mister."

This last comment causes him to chuckle. Using the hand not holding my head, I reach over and start playing with his hair. He leans into my touch as if wanting to savor every second our skin has touched. He pulls me to him in an embrace and kisses me. My hands begin roaming again, taking in every muscle, delighting in the maleness of his form. Rick begins doing the same to me, eventually pulling the sweatshirt over my head. After stopping to admire the cleavage view, he slowly removes my bra, watching as inch by inch of my flesh is revealed for his admiration.

 

[afternooner]

Rick

I'm smiling because my amazon gueen image of Sandy has disolved into a seductive vixen from some far away island. I am stranded her with her and her comand is my desire as a pat on the bed and the fire smoldering in her black eyes have complete control over me. And I love it.

Her tender touch on my body brings sweet arousal to my loins and I find myself pulling her into my arms and kissing her passionately. As we break our embrace the fire in my loins and the loook in her eyes tells me to uncover those beautiful brown breasts that I had caught a glimpse of before in the lounge.

Slowly I pull the sweatshirt over her head, her white bra stands out provocatively against the dark brown of her skin, the valley between these delightfull mounds becons to me..... and as i unsnap her bra her breasts spill out full and round and ohhh so perfect. The darker tips and large aureoles centered on each breast seem to beg for my touch.

Taking a deep breath, for I know my hands are shaking, I reach around her waist my fingers splayed across her ribs my thumbs and forefingers just touching the bottom curves of those volumptous globes.


Finding it difficult to speak but feeling I must I whisper 'They're beautifull Sandy, Your breasts are so beautifull."! With those words said I start my hands moving, circling around each brown globe circling ever smaller until I reach the center, my thumbs grazing each supple nipple. I push my hands together creating a most wonderfull velley and groaning, lower my face into this valley kissing a trail from there to her lips. Her mouth opens eagerly and my tongue joins hers exchanging quick thrusts and lingering caresses.

I pull my sweat shirt off and laying down pull her over and on top of me Her breasts are crushed against my chest and I go back to her mouth for more of those deilghtfull kisses.


Soon I am breathing hard again and break away as she pulls her legs up and straddles my waist. My hands reach up and try vainly to cover her breasts again this time my fingers and thumbs working together gently twisting each nipple. Her eyes are shut and I can feel the heat of her sex between the cloth of our sweatpants. My cock is straing against my pants and looking down she says simply oh my......

 

[Blackbich]

"Oh, my," I manage to spit out. His hardness is pressing against me, making me wet. I know he can see how much I want him and it makes me feel wanton. Pushing my chest against his hands, I begin rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing the length of his hardness between my lower lips.

"Oh...," I whisper.

Opening my eyes, I look at my lover. Rick's eyes are closed, his mouth working as if trying to form words. Leaning down, I kiss him then begin licking my way down his neck then to his chest. Alternating between both nipples I suck, nibble and lick. I hear Rick groan.

He pulls me back up and kisses me, flipping us over.

"My turn," he says as he begins kissing his way down my body. I arch my body towards him as I watch his actions through slitted eyes.

 

[afternooner]

Rick

"My turn" I utter, huskily How did she know my nipples were so sensitive? how did she know that I would want to return the pleasure she has given me?

Her breasts are waiting glimmering with moisture in the dim cabin light. rising and falling with each breath she takes. My lovers breasts, waiting for my mouth. I moan as down I go and suck a supple nipple deep into my mouth. I taste the salty sweetness of her arousal and moan again as I suck harder. The texture of this bud excites my tongue as it begins to circle, exploring delightfull little ridges and indentations in the aureole surrounding the tip. I hear her moan and then her hands that are in my hair, push my face toward her other breast where I dine just as completely on that brown globe as well.

Her body begins to rock below me, her pelvis arching against my bulging cock I feel her heat her wetness against me and the pungent odor of her need attracts me down. Down, toward the source of that arousing aroma. I find the ring with it's white pearl catching the light as it lays against her tawny stomach I take it in my mouth and twirl it with my tongue and then flick into her navel causing her to squeal with delight and start to buck again.

Thinking of that other pearl, I reach down and when she bucks again I pull her sweat pants and thong off her thighs and down her long brown legs. I guide my mouth down and into a matt of culy hair that covers her mons. Her hands on my head urge me on and as her legs come up and spread, a blast of the most delicious wet and heat greats me.

"Oh god I exclaim." Oh Sandy, sugar."

I'm thinking sugar because I've dipped between the folds that cover her sweet opening. The sweetest taste of slky smooth liquid unindates my tongue, covers my lips and swirls about my face.

I pull my head back giddy with this new sensation and looking down at that sweet place.
say "Sugar, Brown sugar." And having said it plunge once more between the folds, my tongue and lips searching for more Brown sugar.

 

[Blackbich]

I don't know what he's doing to me but I don't know how much more of it I can take. The heat of his body is making me want him more and more. The contradiction between the hardness of his body and the softness of his touch are going to drive me insane.

He murmurs something that sounds like, "Sugar, Brown Sugar" before he presses into me with his tongue, which, once again, has me careening towards that downward pleasure spiral.

"Oh, God!"

I moan, reeling from the sensations that are overtaking my body. He takes his time, wanting to make sure he's pleasuring me thoroughly with his tongue. Alternately toying with the nub projecting from the folds of flesh where it normally hides and licking/massaging the folds and inner tunnel just below, Rick is ensuring I feel every throb and thrust his tongue has to offer. This is definitely the case as I continuously moan and whimper under his tongue's tutelage.

"Oh, God....Rick, ahhhhhh!"

I cry out as I begin bucking beneath him. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It scares me at first but it's so strong that I have no choice but to ride whatever wave has just been handed to me.

"Oh," I cry out again as I come crashing down from whats just happened. My body is uncontrollably spasming and I'm seeing stars! I realize that I have just had my first real orgasm.

Still gasping for breathe, I'm suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and begin crying. Rick begins kissing his way back up my body when he hears my sobs.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

His face is full of concern. Unable to speak at the moment, I pull him to me in an embrace and begin kissing him, hoping this will alleviate his concern and praying I'll be able to show him my gratitude for the wonderful gift he has chosen to bestow upon me.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Afternooner is GONE for good

OOC: Excuse me to intrude....

All of a sudden, Afternooner has told me today he will not write on the internet anymore... to dedicate himself to his RL family.
I asked him to warn everyone he's been co-writing with and he hasn't done so.
If this sad news hurts you, please know that I share your pain. I've been crying over it ever since he told me.

 

[Blackbich]

Thank you, CourtesanBeryl. I just got the PM from him. I'm definitely going to miss him. .

HMMM.