"Railway Rendezvous" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

"Railway Rendezvous"

(closed to Gr8chtr)​

Lorna Lee:
24 years old
5’8”, 118 lbs.
33B-24-34.
She is wearing this dress with this cardigan and modest heels.

The last time I take the train...

How many times had I thought that to myself over the last thousand miles? I preferred flying. But because of a SNAFU at the TSA, my name was one of the thousands that had accidentally made it to the No Fly list. I'd petitioned to get it removed and been reassured it would be, but I'd been told that would take four to six weeks. And I had to be in Boston by midday Friday. So ... Amtrak it was.

It wasn't that I disliked the train itself. My problem was with the people on it, particularly the horny males hoping to join the railway's version of the Mile High Club, whatever that would have been called. In that thousand miles, a dozen men had tried to strike up a conversation with me, even when I had my ear buds in or was watching videos on my laptop. Oh, I know: they probably all weren't trying to get into my pants, but even so, it was seriously getting annoying. All I wanted to do was get to my destination, get off, and get away. I'd tried to get a private room -- roomettes, Amtrak called them on the Superliner -- but there hadn't been any available on the trains that would have fulfilled my scheduling needs.

So, I dealt with it...

Early in the morning, after the train had stopped in Denver for passenger transfers, the car reentered its Silent Time. I gave the leeches enough time to fall asleep in their seats or roomettes, then inconspicuously made my way to the dining car for some badly needed nutrition and even more badly needed alcohol.

"Sorry, miss," one of the Attendants told me when I arrived, "It's closed until 5am."

"Fuck..." I said very low before looking to him and asking, "Is there any place where I can get a drink?"

 

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Kevin Spencer, 38, was living out one of his long-time fantasies. Oh, not a sexual fantasy, but a childhood one. As a child Kevin had spent hours listening to his Grandfather Spencer tell him tales about the heyday of American passenger rail travel. Kevin's grandfather had worked on the railroad as a young man and had passed on his passion for passenger trains to his grandson. Thirty-plus years later Kevin was finally taking a long-distance Amtrak passenger train and he was loving every minute of it.

Kevin was on route to Boston to attend his nephew Mark's wedding. He had boarded Amtrak's California Zephyr in San Francisco which would take him to Chicago 51 hours later. From there he would take several trains to get to Boston. Very inefficient, but that wasn't the point. The trip was about enjoying the adventure itself. And, he wasn't going downscale either. At quite a price, Kevin had scored Superliner Bedroom, complete with its own toilet, wash sink, and shower.

Kevin had already been on the Zephyr for over 1,000 miles by the time the train left the Denver station. Although the dining car was now closed for the night, he had remained inconspicuously at a table watching the scenery pass by.

Is there any place where I can get a drink?

Kevin heard the person's voice before he saw her. Turning to see who was so irritated he was astounding by the view of the hot, young woman standing just a few feet away. With her attention focused on the attendant, she had not seen him. Clearly, she was distressed. Kevin wanted an excuse to make some contact with her, and he found one.

"Excuse me," he began as she turned toward him. "I understand and share your plight. Knowing that the bar on these trains close up early I brought along several bottles of wine and a bottle of Jim Beam, all of which are currently in my bedroom. If you'd like, I can go and get whichever you'd like, bring it back here with a couple of cups, and we can both sate our thirsts. What do you say?" Laughing, Kevin stood, stuck out his hand, and said, "Oh...and, by the way, I'm Kevin Spencer."

 

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"Excuse me."

I flinched at the voice from behind me, not having realized anyone else was there.

"I understand and share your plight."

I smiled at the witty humor, despite my aggravation with the dining car's lack of services. I'd assumed that since the train ran at all hours, the services aboard it would run at all hours, too. The man told me of his available alcohols and his willingness to retrieve them. I was definitely interested in having a drink. I was far less interested in having a drink with him. Oh, not him in particular. With an unknown male at all. He wasn't the first male in the past thousand miles to offer me booze. The first had held out a flask upon which I could still see the glistening of his lip dribble; and second had sauntered up with a suave James Bond swagger, held out a can of beer, popped its top as he leered at my chest, and sprayed foam all over my legs. Asshole.

I had no more interest in this guy than I did any of the others. However...

"Did you say you have a room?" I asked, controlling my excitement. I intentionally didn't use the word bedroom, even though I knew that there would be a double bed on the bottom and a twin bunk above it that could be pushed out of the way. When he confirmed my inquiry, I told him, "I tried to get one, but they were all reserved already."

I looked him up and down again, which I probably shouldn't as it probably gave the guy -- this Kevin that I was actually interested in his looks. No, my interest was in the privacy of a roomette. And when I looked back up to Kevin, I explained it to him, "I reeeeeally need to get out of the coach I'm in. So many weirdos, ya know?"

I couldn't help but wonder whether or not he was thinking Does she consider me a weirdo? Kevin hadn't come right out and hit on me ... yet! So, weirdo classification avoided, so far. I cocked my head playfully, giving him a bit of a flirty smile as I asked, "Kevin ... what would you think about sharing your room with me...? I could even pay you half of what ever it cost you. I just..."

I literally felt a shiver crawl up my spine at the thought of having to sit in coach for another ... another how ever many hours it was to Chicago. I knew I had to transfer to another train in Chicago; and I knew the odds were that Kevin was getting off there or might be transferring to another train; so it wasn't like I was going to be stuck with him forever. My fear, of course, was that he would indeed make the weirdo cut and I'd be in his room when it happened.

I finished, "I just can't take those creeps anymore. Whatcha think ... share a drink ... and maybe give me the second bed?"

 

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Kevin ... what would you think about sharing your room with me...? I could even pay you half of what ever it cost you. I just can't take those creeps anymore. Whatcha think ... share a drink ... and maybe give me the second bed?

I was stunned. My jaw damn near dropped. This hot, young woman - who hadn't even introduced herself yet - was asking if she could share my room. What the fuck? Was she some kind of nut? Was this some kind of scam to set me up? For what? Occasionally, I had had women come on to me, like in a bar or something, but never on her first statement? Was this woman a prostitute? I decided that I should be more than a little careful.

Trying, unsuccessfully, to not look her body up and down, I said, smiling, "Well...before we become roommates, you should at least introduce yourself. After that, let's just start with some drinks and see where that goes."

 

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I chuckled, offering out my hand. "Sorry. Lorna. Lorna Lee."

We shook hands, neither of us pulling our own back too quickly. I don't know why I hesitated to withdraw my hand. Maybe it was because I feared he would turn me down, and I really needed to get out of the open coach. So, was I flirting? It probably looked that way. And, to be honest, I think deep down I was.

"So..." I said softly, finally pulling my hand back, "...about that drink."



The roomette was larger than I'd expected. The bed arrangement was different than I'd been led to believe, though: there was the narrow upper bunk bed that lifted up away into the wall as I'd been told; but the lower bed -- while wider -- was little more than a nice couch. But there was more: a chair at the window for watching the world fly by; a mini kitchen with a sink, tiny fridge, and microwave; and a private toilet room.

"Nice," I murmured as Kevin gestured me inside ahead of him. I looked around at everything as I moved closer to the window, then turned to face him. I gave him a wide smile, asking, "So ... about that drink."



We spent a good hour just chatting about this and that, while doing some significant damage to his bottle of Jim Beam, before my eye lids began to get heavy. I'd scratched my host from the potential weirdo list and decided that, if invited, I'd most definitely want to sleep here tonight. The upper bunk had been raised even before I arrived, and now I glanced up at it for a moment with a meaningful expression.

"So..." I began, looking back to Kevin, allowing my gaze to rise and fall over his torso. I said with a very suggestive tone, "Do you like being on top ... or on bottom?"

I gave him a moment to wonder whether or not I was propositioning him, then laughed and pointed at the upper bunk. "Sleeping, I mean ... top bunk or bottom." I laughed again, then -- with a smile but a more serious tone -- told him, "Do you think you know me enough now to let me share your room?"

 

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I had drank enough Jim Beam with Lorna Lee that I was feeling pretty giddy, and up for just about anything. I was becoming rather attracted to this woman, and not just for her fabulous body either, although, to be honest, her body was a big part of my attraction. But, besides her body, Lorna Lee was fun. She had the exuberance of youth, an easy laugh, and apparently a very adventuresome spirit. On top of all of that she clearly liked to take the lead, something that was refreshingly new to me coming from a woman.

I was still a bit uncertain of what she was up to with her bold proposal to be roommates for the night, but I decided to take her at her word. Lorna Lee’s flirtatious, suggestive comment about top or bottom position fueled my libido and my growing arousal, and certainly required that I respond in kind.

“I’m going to answer both of your questions, but in the reverse order,” I said quietly. “As to being my roommate for the night, well, OK. I’m always glad to help a damsel in distress, and our attack on our buddy Jim Beam has lowered my resistance to almost any idea.” I paused long enough to run my gaze up and down her body. I made no effort to hide my visual inspection. “As to preference for being on top or on the bottom, you’re a good deal younger than I am. So, you should have no difficulty climbing on top. However, I prefer to being on top instead of on the bottom”. I paused while smirking some. “I’m talking, of course, strictly about the bunk bed arrangement. My grandfather, who worked on the railroad, used to talk about how cool it was that the top bunk folded down. So, I slept on top last night, and I’d be more than pleased to climb on top tonight as well.”

 

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I couldn't help but smile, then chuckle when Kevin's continued with my top-bottom innuendo. Once I knew I'd be staying here for the night, I told him, "I'll be back in a flash. I need to get my carry-on."

Just as with my new roomie, I was feeling a bit giddy, too. It wasn't just the booze. I hadn't expected Kevin to be so personable, so friendly, and so interesting. That was all fine and good, but ... for days -- no, weeks! -- I'd been contemplating sleeping with someone new. I desperately needed a sexual adventure. And as I reached my seat and gathered my things, it suddenly became very obvious to me that if I went back to Kevin's private space, I was going to ask him to share the bottom bunk with me in a way his railroad-veteran grandfather wouldn't have imagined.

I stood in the aisle for a long moment, staring out the window as the world passed by. I knew I shouldn't do this. We had only just met. I didn't know Kevin, and Kevin didn't know me. At the same time, though, I knew that opportunities like this didn't come along every day. An attractive, polite, friendly stranger who -- I thought hopefully -- had at least as much attraction to me as I had for him. And the best part of it, of course, was that we would be going our separate ways after it was done. I wasn't looking for a long term lover. I was looking for a fling.

And yet, I found myself sitting down in my coach seat, my bag in my lap as I stared down the aisle toward the door leading to the car in which Kevin was awaiting me. As my eyes glazed over, I told myself, You can't do this...



"Make love to me."

I watched Kevin's reaction to my unexpected request. I wondered how it was affecting his heart, because I knew what it was doing to mine ... making it pound hard and fast in anxious excitement.

I'd only been in my coach seat five or six minutes before one of the men I'd politely turned away earlier in the trip was again standing over me, leering down with a hungry smile as he asked if I was looking for some company. I'd stood, putting myself close to him as I whispered with a wide, friendly smile, "I'd sooner be the play thing of a colony of lepers."

And pushing past the creep with my bag and coat tightly in my arms, I'd headed directly for Kevin's roomette, entering without knocking, closing the door behind me, and -- like with my things -- dropped my straight forward demand. I reached up under my hair, loosing the button at the back of my neck. My dress fell away to the floor, leaving me standing before Kevin in nothing but a pair of white lacy boy shorts through which it was obvious that my pussy was shaved as smooth and clean as a baby's butt. The cool air caused the nipples adorning my firm, B-cups to harden to their fullest; and the combination of the cold and my own fearful excitement caused my entire surface to explode in goose flesh.

I repeated with an almost desperate tone in my voice, "Please, Kevin. Make love to me. I need you."

 

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When Lorna Lee left to get her things I changed into my traditional sleeping clothes, namely, my boxer shorts and a long, extra large T-shirt that hung a few inches below my boxers. I realized that this was fairly immodest, but under the circumstances she and I were not going to have a lot of individual privacy. I took the time to pull down the upper berth, but also to convert the couch into the double lower bunk.

While Lorna Lee was gone I thought about what was likely to happen. I figured that there was about a 50/50 chance that we'd have sex. Either way would have been Ok with me. I hadn't had any sex in what, maybe 3 months, and the sight of her had made me remarkably horny. On the other hand just the companionship and the fun of teasing each other would be enough just alone. So, I was not surprised when Lorna Lee's request made it clear that sex was our agenda, but I was shocked at her sudden, impulsive, and direct action.

Without speaking, I stood, moved face-to-face with Lorna Lee, put my left hand on her bare waist, and reached around her to lock the door. Finished with the security task I placed my right hand on her beautiful, bare back and firmly pulled her bare torso against my T-shirted chest. I pulled us into a quick, firm kiss, opening my mouth just enough to sweep the tip of her lips with my tongue. Disengaging from our kiss, but continuing my hold on Lorna Lee I whispered, my breathing now beginning to accelerate, "Ripping off your clothes and asking for lovemaking puts you in charge of this party, at least for now. As MacBeth famously said, "Lead on McDuff, and damn be he who first cries 'Enough'."

 

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My entire body tingled at the feel of Kevin's mouth upon mine. In the last three years, I'd kissed but just one man, and the fire of his mouth meeting mine had died so very long ago that I thought I'd never enjoy that feeling again.

After he gave me the lead, I pulled my roommates tee shirt up over his head, tossing it aside before caressing my hands over his chest. I was pleasantly surprised to find Kevin more fit than expected. From his earlier descriptions of his life, I'd expected the rather soft body, like that of a man who sat behind a desk all day or stood at the head of a class room grasping a dry erase marking ... a body with a comfortable layer of winter fat -- not unlike my own father's form -- hiding the less than notable muscles below. But instead, I found firmness and strength --even the hint of a six pack -- that was obviously the result of a man who cared about his health and well being.

"Nice," I murmured, more to myself than to Kevin as my finger tips played along the curves of his muscles. I reached to the boxers and, because of his slight height advantage, was able to pull them off his hips and let them fall away without having to lean much. Of course, I had a bit of an issue with his cock wanting to sneak out the open fly, but I managed, and soon enough Kevin was standing before me naked. I looked down to the solid piece of meat whose bulbous head was pressing against my belly, then grasped it in both hands, telling him, "I'm impressed ... and happy. Please ... sit down."

I helped Kevin to the couch as I wanted him -- ass close to the edge, pillow behind the small of his back for support -- then backed away to shed my panties. I was shaved smooth and clean, having long been hoping and been prepared for that crazed, spur of the moment sexual adventure that I had come to believe would never occur. I parted my feet just a bit, which -- with me standing before him now -- I knew would give Kevin a look at my pussy and the clit that was always peeking out as if looking for an eager tongue to spend time with.

"I'm clean and protected," I said as I stepped forward, leaning to kiss Kevin passionately again as both hands caressed his stiff erection. "But I have condoms if you prefer."

We made out decision, and I crawled into Kevin's lap. I was already trembling with deep seated excitement: I'd never done anything like this before in my entire life. I'd never fucked a man on the first date. I'd never fucked a man earlier than our ... what, maybe fourth date? I'd let a man finger me once on our third, but that had only been because I was burning up with lust and I'd already decided to dump him, and I'd wanted something satisfying out of it before I spent another several months searching for his replacement.

As I grasped Kevin's cock, playing it against me for intrusion into my badly ignored hole, I urged him to suckle at my swollen nipples and caress my still trembling body. I needed this, and I wanted this ... all of it. I wanted to feel Kevin all over me, touching, kissing, licking.

"Oh ... god...!" I moaned, almost with a grimace, as I felt the head of his cock push inside me. I was tight -- too tight -- and it hurt a bit, causing me to hesitate. But looking down into Kevin's face, grasping it in both hands to kiss him hard, I whispered demandingly as I let my body sink ever so slowly and gently with his help, "Make me remember this night, Kevin."

 

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By the time Lorna Lee pulled my tee shirt over my head I was completely and fully aroused. My cotton briefs still held my swollen cock in its tucked down position, but I knew that once my briefs were removed my cock would be fully erect. When Lorna Lee stepped back and pulled my briefs down my prediction immediately came true.

Our kissing increased in intensity from my first kiss to her right through every minute of our sex. At every moment when it was physically possible our mouths were pressed tightly against one another, our tongues lashing at each other like two caged birds fighting for dominance.

I nearly exploded when Lorna Lee caressed my cock with both hands, but I was determined to grant Lorna Lee's request to make this a night to remember. Unknown to Lorna Lee she chose a position that I had always wanted to do, but never had. As she crawled into my lap I grabbed her left breast, squeezing it hard and roughly fondling her erect nipple. Responding to her moans when I touched her nipple, I quickly re-arranged us so that I could lower my mouth and suck on her nipple. God, this felt so good.

I knew that in the face-to-face lap position Lorna Lee would start out tight and that it would take a little while for both of us to get comfortable. As I helped Lorna Lee to slowly move down on my cock I gasped, "I'm clean too. I trust you; no condoms necessary."

Once Lorna Lee was completely settled into my lap, my swollen, stiff cock buried insider her wet pussy, I put both of my hands firmly on her hips, holding them steady. With gasping breaths I said, "We've got all night; this right now could just be Act I. Later, we could make slow, deliberate love, exploring each others' body, but right now we're both too keyed up for that. So, I'm going to release your hips. When you're ready, start to move. And, Lorna Lee, I'll promise you this: I'll fuck you as hard as you fuck me."

 

[CutiePie1997]

I couldn't believe how fast this had gotten how hot. In no time at all, with my knees parted wide and my shins on the mattress flanking Kevin's thighs, I was quickly ramming my lower body to and fro in the man's lap. He helped me achieved maximum depth with hands grasping my ass, my cries at every thrust eventually causing someone in the next roomette over to pound on the wall, hearing us even over the thumping of the metal wheels over the rails.

I came in barely a minute! I couldn't believe it! My climax simply came out of no where, rising quickly and exploding throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around Kevin's head and pulled his face hard into my cleavage as I drew a deep breath, held it, and felt the pleasure surging in waves. I let out one last, long scream that resulted in yet another pounding on the all ... and my own labored laughter between gasps for air.

After a long moment, I started giggling. I grasped Kevin's hair in my fingers and pulled his head all the way back to the top edge of the couch back. I leaned in to take from him a long, erotic kiss, then -- still panting -- said, "My God, Kevin. That's ... oh god, that's never ... happened to me ... before ... cumming like that ... that hard ... that quick. Never!"

I kissed him again, hard, then began moving my groin to and fro again. He was still hard, of course, waiting for his turn. I pulled back to look into his eyes, demanding, "Cum in me, Kevin. I want you to cum in me."

I returned to my rhythmic, back and forth movements, now staring my new lover directly in his eyes, watching for the proof of his own delight...

 

[Gr8chtr]

In all of my experiences I had never seen a woman spiral up so fast. As soon as I released Lorna Lee's hips she started ramming up and down on my cock, her ass slamming into my lap with each move, her hips gyrating left and right as she slammed up and down. She didn't warm up to this level, she started right off this hard and kept going.

My whole body was on fire, my cock swelling to fill up her wet but tight pussy. As soon as I could figure out Lorna Lee's moves I began a rhythm to match hers, thrusting up to meet her as she slammed down on me. All of the time our mouths and tongues were going after each other with a hunger that I had seldom experienced.

Although I am typically not a premature ejaculator I seldom have had a woman cum first, often at the same time, or just a few seconds later, but Lorna Lee beat me to the finish line. Her orgasm was so strong and so loud that all of my senses were completely filled with her physical moves and screams. When she stopped after cumming I almost lost my control even though she was still. I didn't need her invitation to cum in her, but her words drove me to even higher passion.

When Lorna Lee re-started her back and forth movements, this time a little slower than the first, but still with powerful passion, something like a bomb went off inside me. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist. With one quick move I stood carrying her with me. I turned swiftly and threw us down on the bed, me on top. I started pumping into her as hard as I had ever fucked a woman before. Given how close to cumming I had already been it took no more than a few thrusts before I exploded into her. Spasms shook every part of my body. I let out a loud groan, causing the third, angry knock on the wall to the cabin.

As my body began to relax I pulled my self up enough to look Lorna Lee in the eye. Smiling and even laughing a little between gasps I said, "I told you I prefer the top." Before she could reply I added, "I also promised to fuck you as hard as you fucked me. Wow...I didn't know what a challenge that would be. No woman has ever fucked me as hard as you just did. I hope I kept up my part of the bargain."

 

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I pulled Kevin"s chest and belly tightly into my own and wrapped my legs around his waist. I brought my heels together behind and below his ass, urging him to remain deep inside me as I kissed him, with less ferocity but no less passion.

"Just lay here inside me," I whispered, pulling his face down into my neck. We hald each other for several minutes until I giggled as he kissed my neck, warning playfully, "No hickies!"

I waited a moment, then pulled his head up by the hair so that I could look into his eyes. With a soft tone but serious expression, I said, "No hickies ... because ... because I have a fiancee."

I let the words sink in, then continued, "He's in Boston. I've been in LA for a while ... away from him. I ... Kevin, I didn't--" I looked away for a moment, then back. "This wasn't because I was horny. It wasn't because I cheat all the time either. I have never cheatd. It's ... I needed to be with another man before..."

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. I drew another breath, then got very honest. "My fiancee ... he ... he's not like you. He's not passionate. He's not an animal, like you." I smiled, laughed, and pressed my groin into him, drawing a deep breath at the feel of Kevin deep inside me. "And one day, just as with the wedding I told you I am attending in Boston ... he and I will marry ... and I will never know the passion of a man again. Once I marry him ... I'll never feel a man inside me like I am now."

I kissed him again, adjusted myself below him, and begged, "Make me cum again, Kevin."

I kissed him again, then wriggled my temporary lover off of me to be able to turn over. Rising to my knees, then gathering and hugging a pillow tightly against my chest, I said, "Show me the animal, Kevin."

 

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At first I was astonished at Lorna Lee's confession, but then, as she went on, it came to me that I should not be surprised by anything that she said or did. She had been off-the-charts and unpredictable from the moment I met her.

As she repositioned herself I realized that I really didn't approve of what she had done. Yes, I could understand that she felt like she was locked into a sexually unsatisfying relationship for the rest of her life, but the better cure for that would be to call off the marriage. In fact, I considered not fucking her again, but presenting her hot body to me in the doggy position was more than I could resist. And, after all, I thought, even if we ended up traveling to Boston on the next leg of my railroad adventure, we would never see each other again after that. Besides, it was too late to have not had sex in the first place; the crime had already been committed.

At 38 I was hardly "over the hill" and I had kept my body in reasonably good shape. Still after our exuberant sex I was pretty spent. I could have used another 20 minutes to rejuvenate. But, the allure apparently stoked my libido; my cock which had begun to deflate was, once again, standing at full attention. As the result of both of our massive orgasms Lorna Lee's pussy was very well lubricated. I slide into her easily until my cock was entirely within her, my hips pressed firmly against her beautiful ass. I laid my torso down across her back supporting my weight with my hands next to her shoulders. I laid there for a few moments without moving.

Moving my lips close to Lorna Lee's right ear I whispered hoarsely, "Animal, huh? Alright". I nipped her neck, not enough to leave a mark, but enough so that she knew that she had been nipped. Slowly, I pulled my cock back so that the head was just fully inside her pussy lips, keeping my mouth close to her ear. With a sound probably loud enough to be heard outside the room door, I grunted, "grrrrrr!" and slammed into her with all of my force.

 

[CutiePie1997]

As Kevin slid into my hole once again, I clutched the pillow tighter to my torso. I could feel him filling me up, then just laying against my ass for a long moment, enjoying my warmth and wetness. I was in such heaven I could simply lay here like this for hours.

"Animal, huh? Alright."

He bit at my neck, causing me to flinch and warn again, "No hickies!"

I pretended to shrug Kevin away from me, then giggled. I felt him pull out and for a moment thought he'd taken my feigned annoyance seriously. I was actually about to tell him I'd been kidding when he grunted a loud growl and slammed his cock deep inside me. I cried out, in a bit of pained but mostly in surprise. That bit of pain became pleasure as he filled me again.

"Again..." I begged after my cry fade away. I commanded, "Hit me again, Kevin. Hit me ... again."

He did, and again I cried out. I recouped, demanding once more, "Again!"

Kevin continued to ram me until I again felt my body explode in climax, this time burying my face into the pillow so I could scream as loudly as I wished. As I was coming down, I thought about our neighbors, Like they don't know what this man is doing to me...

By the time Kevin was finished with me, I'd cum again ... twice more, actually. Later when I contemplated it, I'd realize that I'd orgasmed more with Kevin this evening than I had my fiancée over the entire last year. Sad, I'd think to myself.

I rolled to my back after we each came down from our euphoric clouds, wrapped my legs around Kevin's body, and pulled him tightly to me, kissing his slow but passionately. When our mouths separated, I told him with a deep genuine sincerity, "Thank you, Kevin. This ... it's a night I will never forget."

We cuddled for quite a while, kissing, before I whispered with a smile, "I need to pee."

I slipped away from Kevin, stopped at my bags to gather a few things, then went to the tiny bathroom provided by his roomette. I cleaned up as best I could, not wanting to leak all night, donned a more comfortable pair of panties and an oversized tee shirt, and returned to Kevin. I slipped in next to him in the spooning position and asked, "Will you just hold me 'til we get to Chicago?"

It was so magical to be held by this man after such an amazing evening of sex. So romantic. So loving! How long had it been since I felt this way? I couldn't keep my brain from answering with a second question, How long have you been engaged...? That long! I could remain here in Kevin's arms forever...



Or so I thought. I awoke hours later to quick, sharp flashes of light hitting my face. I worked my tired eyes open to find the beginnings of the sunrise sneaking between trees as the train shot passed them. Kevin was still behind me, though now on his back. I slipped out of the bed carefully without waking him, covered him better with the bedding, and made another visit to his little bathroom.

When I came back out, I went to the window to get an idea of where we might be, and in the distance I caught the silhouette of the Chicago skyline. Half an hour, maybe more, and we'd be in the station. I looked to Kevin, and was overwhelmed by a thought I hadn't expected: I am a cheater!

I'd cheated on my fiancée. How could I do that? I was engaged. I was engaged! I was going to be married! I looked to the finger where any other woman would have been wearing a big diamond. (We both disagreed with the philosophy behind such engagement commitments, so we'd invested the equivalent of a nice diamond ring in treasury bonds that we would use to finance our 10th wedding anniversary.) Would a ring on my finger have prevented this? Would it have dissuaded Kevin from trying to get between my things? Well, considering that it was me who seduced him ... no!

I'd done this. For all I knew, Kevin might have still wanted me even if I told him I was taken. But ... I'd never known ... because I'd thrown myself at him. I'd walked into his room, dropped my clothes, and asked him to fuck me. I could have had a tattoo across my tits that said These are taken, as is my pussy, and no man would have pointed to the door and commanded Out.

What now? I wondered as I stared down at Kevin ... at the man with whom I'd had the greatest sex of my life ... at the kind, caring, passionate animal who had rocked my world like no man ever had nor ever would again. What now?



I don't know when Kevin finally awoke. Likely when the gentle rocking of the car and every present vibration of the steel wheels ended at the station. Or maybe when the conductor came by, knocking on the door to announce the time to depart. I don't know when Kevin awoke, of course, because I was no longer with him. I couldn't bear to face him after what we'd done. After what I'd done. After quietly dressing and stuffing my few things into my carryon, I snuck out and made my way to the furthest reaches of the train, desperately hoping Kevin would not wake before I could escape my shame.

Shame...? I was wracked with a multitude of feelings, but it was shame that I kept coming back to for one purpose and one purpose only: I was desperate to forget the feelings of joy and happiness and delight and every other such word that could even begin to describe the time I'd spent with Kevin. If I could just focus on my shame of having cheated...



I thought I would never see Kevin again. To be honest, when I'd first walked into his roomette, I had hoped I would never see Kevin again. I wanted to fuck him ... I wanted him to fuck me ... and then, I'd be done with him. It had been both hard and easy for me to want that. Hard because I'd never done it before; and easy because I knew that if I was going to have sex with a stranger, it could only happen that one time.

So when, on Saturday morning -- two full days after I'd crawled half naked out of his arms -- my best friend opened a door on her way to find a missing item -- something blue -- and I looked up to find Kevin standing in the church hallway, my heart leaped in my chest. I gasped, causing Kevin to turn and find me again in another sexy white dress.

"Kevin, what are you--" I started in a voice loud enough for him to hear. I thought, of course, that he'd come here to see me ... had come to my wedding ... to see the woman to whom he'd just recently made passionate love. Why would he do that? Why would he do that? Then it struck me, and I slapped a hand to my mouth in shock at I cried into my palm, "Oh, God, No."

Kevin wasn't in Boston -- let alone in this church -- to see me. He'd told me he was traveling to The Cradle of Liberty to attend his nephew's wedding. My wedding! My and Mark's wedding. I hadn't asked Kevin anything about his nephew: not his name, not his betrothed's name, not the location, nothing! I hadn't wanted to know. I'd been trying to keep my mind off weddings because I knew I was just to days away from my own ... from the ceremony that would forever tie me to the man with whom I was very happy ... out from between the sheets, anyway.

I hurried to the door of the room in which even my future husband hadn't been, looked around for others, then waved Kevin to me, begging, "Please! Please, Kevin."

I backed inside, desperate to talk to the man who had given me so much ... the uncle of my soon to be husband.