AntonTovaras
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Jack Wright had thought he had made the right choice, taking the train home to his family in Montana, rather than flying. Sure, the trip from Seattle would take longer on the train, but between the security, and the layover in Salt Lake City, and the three hour drive from the airport to his parent's house, it was only an hour's difference. And the train was easy. He'd get on the train after work, have a few drinks in the bar car, sleep in comfortable seat that actually reclined, and he could stretch his legs whenever he wanted. In the morning, he'd get off the train practically in his parent's back yard.
Jack was 30. He was tall and handsome, with short black hair and dazzling blue eyes. He had the kind of hard body that growing up working a farm gives, but he had left that behind when he moved to the coast. He had made a name for himself in business and lived well, dressed well, and loved life. He never had a serious girlfriend, but there were plenty of hook-ups, booty-calls and friends with benefits who liked him for his good looks, his easy-going charm, and his huge cock.
It seemed like a perfect plan, there were even a couple of cute girls to flirt with as they left the city and headed East through the longest night of the year. There was a long stop around midnight in Spokane, before they went up into the mountains, and Jack stepped off the train to get some fresh air and clear his head a bit. The snow was falling thick and hard, but he didn't give it much thought. Pleasantly buzzed, he got back on board and fell asleep, pleasantly drunk and feeling something like the Holiday cheer that usually only seems to exist in old stories and TV commercials.
The sound of the wheels screaming on the rails woke him, and the train came to a stop. Everything went completely dark. Outside the window there was just enough light for him to see the snow was still pouring down. A moment later, the exit light came on at the end of the car. For a minute, Jack sat, warm under his blanket and still happily buzzed, but the train didn't start moving. Using his phone as a flashlight, he made his way towards the front of the train. Three cars up, he found the conductor, who told him there was nothing to worry about, just some snow on the tracks that had to be cleared. Jack rubbed his eyes and nodded, and started back towards his seat.
Who was going to clear the snow off the tracks in the middle of the night? He knew the answer to that well enough. If the storm let up, someone might come in the morning, but in the meantime, it was 1am, they were stuck and the bar was closed. He stopped at the bathroom on his way, but it was occupied. He slouched against the wall to wait, rather than walking the length of the car to the next one, and when the door slid open, he saw one of the girls he had been chatting up earlier.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, a sleepy, horny grin spreading as he looked her up and down. “Looks like we're stuck here for the night.”
Jack Wright had thought he had made the right choice, taking the train home to his family in Montana, rather than flying. Sure, the trip from Seattle would take longer on the train, but between the security, and the layover in Salt Lake City, and the three hour drive from the airport to his parent's house, it was only an hour's difference. And the train was easy. He'd get on the train after work, have a few drinks in the bar car, sleep in comfortable seat that actually reclined, and he could stretch his legs whenever he wanted. In the morning, he'd get off the train practically in his parent's back yard.
Jack was 30. He was tall and handsome, with short black hair and dazzling blue eyes. He had the kind of hard body that growing up working a farm gives, but he had left that behind when he moved to the coast. He had made a name for himself in business and lived well, dressed well, and loved life. He never had a serious girlfriend, but there were plenty of hook-ups, booty-calls and friends with benefits who liked him for his good looks, his easy-going charm, and his huge cock.
It seemed like a perfect plan, there were even a couple of cute girls to flirt with as they left the city and headed East through the longest night of the year. There was a long stop around midnight in Spokane, before they went up into the mountains, and Jack stepped off the train to get some fresh air and clear his head a bit. The snow was falling thick and hard, but he didn't give it much thought. Pleasantly buzzed, he got back on board and fell asleep, pleasantly drunk and feeling something like the Holiday cheer that usually only seems to exist in old stories and TV commercials.
The sound of the wheels screaming on the rails woke him, and the train came to a stop. Everything went completely dark. Outside the window there was just enough light for him to see the snow was still pouring down. A moment later, the exit light came on at the end of the car. For a minute, Jack sat, warm under his blanket and still happily buzzed, but the train didn't start moving. Using his phone as a flashlight, he made his way towards the front of the train. Three cars up, he found the conductor, who told him there was nothing to worry about, just some snow on the tracks that had to be cleared. Jack rubbed his eyes and nodded, and started back towards his seat.
Who was going to clear the snow off the tracks in the middle of the night? He knew the answer to that well enough. If the storm let up, someone might come in the morning, but in the meantime, it was 1am, they were stuck and the bar was closed. He stopped at the bathroom on his way, but it was occupied. He slouched against the wall to wait, rather than walking the length of the car to the next one, and when the door slid open, he saw one of the girls he had been chatting up earlier.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, a sleepy, horny grin spreading as he looked her up and down. “Looks like we're stuck here for the night.”
