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Does anybody ride in trains anymore? (NSFW)

Discussion in 'Tilted Life and Sexuality' started by oldkid, Feb 27, 2016.

  1. oldkid

    oldkid Vertical

    Trains... Don't Ya Love 'em
    BOOK ONE

    I had just settled in to a sleeper compartment on the eastbound whistler headed toward Ada, Minnessota . It's an overnight from my home on the rails, but going by air was almost as long as Ada didn't have an airport. Not a real airport, anyway. There was a couple of airstrips where local small aircraft came and went. I had flown enough of these little mountain hoppers to know you get pretty well shook up with the turbulence in the north country. Besides, the company was paying for it, and I'd get to sleep in a sleeper compartment. The sleepers were usually not too bad if you can get used to the constant motion.
    My best buddy from the Army had asked me to come up and help him sort out some sticky problems with the local telephone exchange. He'd been down there almost every week chasing a will-o-the-wisp gremlin, all through the winter. He and I had worked together well when we worked for the US of A, and for awhile in New Mexico after we got out. After twenty-five years service, and with promotions stagnant, we chucked it and moved on.
    We were a rowdy pair of hellraisers in our younger days in the Army. I swear we fucked everything that moved on four continents, during a 12 year span. England, Italy, Germany, Philippines, Taiwan, Bangkok, Melbourne and even back home here. What memories. We didn't often talk about any of it anymore, we both got married and settled down to behave ourselves. Not that I never thought about those days, just thinking about it got my pecker up, still.
    I got out the book I had picked up at the station for the trip. For that kind of reading, just to occupy time, I had picked out one with a racy looking woman on the front. Thumbing through it quickly told me there was hot sex in there somewhere.
    Looking out the window at the station, I could see most of the cars leaving the station parking lot. It made me think of days I would have driven on this trip. Preoccupied, I didn't hear the sliding door of the compartment slide silently open. A woman's voice alerted me someone was there. "Excuse me...."
    "Yes, can I help you?"
    She was a very well put together lady, dressed for summer in shorts and a flowery light blouse. "I was wondering if you would mind if I travelled with you in this compartment. I'm pretty quiet, so if you have work to do, just ignore me."
    "Of course I don't mind, might be nice to have somebody to talk to for a couple of hours. And I have no desire to do any work until I get to Minnesota."
    "Thank you. Is It OK if I put my travelling case on this bunk over here?"
    "Sure, you take that side and I'll take this side." "Chuckle"
    I was getting a treat while she was at the bunk, back turned to me. I was drawn with no shame to the way her ass filled out the shorts. This was going to stick in my mind, I knew.
    Having lifted her case to the bunk, the lady opened a zipper pocket and pulled out a magazine. "I'm Jerine" she said, extending her hand. The hand felt small and warm in mine, "I'm Richie. Pleased to meet you." I smelled a suttle hint of jasmine as she moved. Company for the next 15 hours or so was going to be OK. Jerene represented quality in my mind. I also noted she was wearing a wedding band, a simple band of gold inlaid with what looked like white gold or platinum. Wasn't cheap. Nothing about her was cheap.
    "Where you going on your trip?" she asked off-hand. She had her hands folded on top of her Cosmopolitan magazin on her lap. She had a super smile. A lot of people must admire her I thought. She knew how to use makeup to emphasize her eyes and lips. Subtle, not brassy. She wore her dark hair shoulder length, with casual curl to it. It suited her.
    "An old friend asked me to join him in Minnesota, where he has been fighting a technical problem for several months. We used to work together in another life. All around the world. How about you?"
    "My husband is an oil field engineer working in Carrington, North Dakota on the oil rigs. He's been up there for over three months now." As she looked at her hands, she softly said, "We might as well not be married, as often as we're together. Every time he gets home for a few days, we see each other for two days and nights and he's off again. It gets pretty lonely at home alone in that big house. So he told me to come on up and he would reserve a motel room for a week so we can at least catch up a little. And believe me, I'm looking forward to catching up."
    I couldn't help thinking what it might be like "catching up" with her after three months. She didn't look like she would be in the habit of "catching up" with another man while he was gone. She had moved the Cosmopolitan aside now, and had her hands to the sides of her thighs, which only drew my attention to the gap between the thighs. Her legs were demurely together, but it didn't help much when I noticed my cock swelling in my jockey shorts. I normally wore briefs, but since I was going to be sitting for long stretches, I wanted to stay loose. And the more I thought about it, the worse it got. Hope she can't read my mind. There was a short period of silence now, neither of us was thinking of anything to say. Dead air. As she sat reading, her knees parted enough for me to see into the loose legs of her shorts, and I couldn' t be sure, but suspected she wasn't wearing panties. As I continued to glance over the top of my book, I noticed her crotch looked damp, and was pulled slightly up into her crack. As will happen, she caught me looking, smiled demurely but kept her knees apart.
    I heard a muted melody of Lara's Theme from Jerene's direction. She stood quickly, and reached into her purse for the phone. "Excuse me." she said. This is probably my husband.
    As she answered, I excused myself to take a walk through the cars. "I'll leave you alone and let you have a little privacy." She was shaking her head no and mouthing "That's all Right." But I continued on out to the hallway.
    I drifted on down to the dining car where I could get a drink. Calm my thoughts down. I wasn't on this trip to hit on travelling women. A double Scotch and water would relaxe me. After two of these, and about 45 minutes, I was on my way back to the sleeping car with another drink for me and a white wine and a margarita. I had, no idea if Jerene would accept one, but it was the polite thing to do.
    Knocking softly before I entered, I slid the door to the side, and entered to find my travelling companion in tears. I set the drinks down on the only flat surface available, my suitcase on the floor. I didn't quite know what I should do, if anything. So I stepped forward to her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "What's the matter?" I asked. "what's happened?"
    As though we had been friends for a long time, Jerene put her head to my shoulder, her hands on both sides of my body. It was so natural. It wasn't exactly the right time, but I couldn't help feeling her soft breasts on my chest. At the same time, something was happening below, in my loins. There shouldn't have been anything sexual in holding this beautiful woman in the circumstances, but I couldn't help feealing a yearning growing in me. At the same time, my penis was stiffening down my pantsleg. Throbbing and jerking as it came erect.
    It had only been a few minutes but she was no longer sobbing, and she put both hands around to my back, gently tugging me to her. She must have been aware on my erection, as she pulled her head away and looked into my eyes and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect I would affect you like that.". With that said, one of her hands briefly brushed against my now rock hard cock. I knew I shouldn't, but I also was thinking this might be the only chance I would get.
    Trying hard not to move too quickly, and with trembling hand, I slid my hand into the waistband of her shorts. Feeling no immediate reaction from her, I tucked my middle finger into the upper crack of her ass, just below her tailbone. I sensed without moving, she was going to accept my advances. She was comfortable.
    All talking had stopped now. I guess we were saying anything that needed to be said with our hands. I was kissing her now, and she was returning it. We were getting a lot of tongue in it. As her breasts pressed into my chest, I continued with carressing between her ass cheeks, as though it was innocent enough.
    I didn't panic, but I realized I didn't have any condoms. Maybe she's on the pill.
    "Let's sit down", she whispered in my ear. She must have been heated, because her voice was trembling. This meant I had to take my finger out of her ass, which I did.
    She led me to the bench seat on the side, and guided me to sit down. She was immediately on her knees at my feet. Her hands more calm now, as she fumbled with my zipper, and unbuckled my belt. A chill went through me, nay, a thrill that reached into my groin. My pants were being tugged on, needing only the suggestion for me to help. My shorts came down with the pants. Only as far as my ankles when a glance at my eyes said she was going down. Impatiently, she reached out and siezed my cock, giving it a few tentative pumps down and up again. My intact foreskin pulled back over and over, carressed my love tool. Wasting no time, she was now between my legs, arms around my thighs, as her sweet, tender mouth enclosed the head, wetting it with her saliva. I had a quick fear that this was so erotic, with her licking and sucking my meaty rod, that I was in danger of embarassing myself by cumming quickly. It was the newness of her. Not knowing what might come next.
    That beautifully soft mouth worked slowly down my shaft, only half way, before she was back up again, tongue underneath my swolen cock head. She had done this before. Thrills travelled from my crotch, up my spine, and registered in the pleasure centers of my brain, as she put her soft hand under my balls, lovingly caressing the huevos within. As she did this, a small groan of pleasure escaped from my throat. I didn't want to cum now. I wanted a full fledged fuck with this beautiful angel. Gently, ever so gently, I laid my hands on eather side of her face, whispering, "stop... stop... you'll make me cum too soon.
    "You do like it?" she said unnecessarily.
    "Of course, I love it. I wish I could do this forever, it feels so good."
    "you can cum if you want to, I can get you hard again."
    "I want to get down on the carpet, so I can pleasure you too."
    I helped her up, and as she was rising, she peeled her shorts off and threw them on the seat. She was wearing a black thong that I could almost see through. My pants came the rest of the way off, and my shirt joined them on the floor. As soon as she had removed her blouse, the bra proved to be short lived, and I was thrilled by breasts unspeakably beautiful, nipples erect, and standing straight out like a teen ager. For myself, as much as for her, I feasted on those girlish nipples, each in turn, sucking gently and licking all around. She kept herself occupied for the few minutes I enjoyed myself, with a hand quickly stroking my cock, keeping it rigid.
    I took her by the hand, and laying her down below the window, straddled her so that I could please her cunt with my mouth. My hard cock was near to her face, so she moved it to her mouth and started her licking and sucking again. She only slowed briefly with tongue under my dick, when my wet tongue searched for the bump at the apex of her pussy lips. Touching her clit but briefly, I knew she was going to be mine for the night. I could see orgasms in my mind, tongueing her vulva with fervor such as I had not done for a long time. A new woman is always extra special, but my partner was beyond special. She was a dream.
    She was making small sounds from around my turgid member, telling me to go on. On and on. Never again touching that hard little button under the hood at the top of her cunt lips. She progressed, pausing only occasionally, to prevent me from cumming. At one of these interludes, this gorgeous woman gently pushed me to the side, wanting me to roll onto my back, which I had no objection to. She straddled me as I had straddled her, with her mons at my chin. My tongue with easy access to her delicate crotch, travelled up and back, with a quick thrust and twist in her love hole. I hinted at going toward her ass hole, but knew I shouldn't. A woman wants to be prepared ahead of time for anything that new.
    She had my cock all the way in her mouth now, sucking like a vacuum. I could hear the lip smacking down there, giving me an added thrill. I felt her start to move rhythmically over my mouth, directing my lips where she wanted them on her vulva. She was soaked in her own juices now, the taste of which was mind bending. Slowly, she started clenching her stomach muscles, over and over. I knew she was about to cum. She was panting around my cock now, spit flying around it. Small whimpers escaped from her nose, and a low groan ensued from her throat. My cock was in her as far as it could go now, and I knew I would explode soon, into the back of her mouth. I thought to stop her, but I just couldn't do it, it had gone too far to go back.
    Her cunt was now pressing down on my face, clit cendtered over my mouth, with me furiously flicking the bud with my tongue. I wanted to do something to recharge her, to send her even higher. I quickly wet my thumb with her heavy flow of natural lubricant, smeared it on her other hole, and quickly slid it into her now well lubricated brown hole, up to the second nuckle. Pressing it rapidly in and out, but only about a half an inch, causing her to hump with her hips, stiffen her stomach, and wail as she could with my spunk coming out of her nose. She refused to release me, my balls spasmed, and I shot a wad of cum straight into the back of her mouth. Trying not to choke, she swallowed and continued to suck on the head of my now half-hard member. Sucking every last drop of my juice.
    When her orgasmic spasms had settled, she rolled to my side, still head to toe. I continued to toy with the leafy lips of her vulva and caressed the inside of her thigh. "That was so good", I said, meaning it.
    "Me too," she replied, "I needed that tonight. I hope we can do it again later. What do you think?"
    "I hope you don't feel guilty, I offered.
    "Of course I don't feel guilt. I needed it. It's been building up inside me for three months. And now I was going to have to wait for another day. Besides, he fantasizes about another man fucking me while he watches. He wouldn't be upset."
    "If I can get it up again" I replied. At this, she grinned and playfully took me between thumb and finger, softly stroking.
    At this, I said, "I think you can make it happen. Give me about an hour, I'm not as young as you. Takes me a little longer to recuperate."
    With the plans taken care of, we both arose and she busied herself cleaning up her face and neck from my sperm, and wiping off her pussy with all the wetness of it. Not to be undone, I reached for the tissues, but she stopped me and murmered, "I can do that. I like doing it." We still had almost eight hours before she would depart at her destination. We still had more pleasure to share.

    END OF BOOK ONE
     
  2. rogue49

    rogue49 Tech Kung Fu Artist Staff Member

    Location:
    Baltimore/DC
    everyday... :)
     
  3. Lindy

    Lindy Moderator Staff Member

    Location:
    Nebraska
    When I lived in Boston I took the train frequently. Here in Nebraska AMTRAK has only two trains daily, one eastbound, one westbound. The trains are often an hour, sometimes several hours, late. That's too unreliable for me.
     
  4. fflowley

    fflowley Don't just do something, stand there!

    Albany or Poughkeepsie to Manhattan all the time.
    No sleepers though.
     
  5. Chris Noyb

    Chris Noyb Get in, buckle up, hang on, & be quiet.

    Location:
    Large City, TX
    Are we supposed to answer the question, or post a train porn fantasy :D?

    I don't ride trains, don't know anyone who does.
     
  6. oldkid

    oldkid Vertical

    I will assume commuter... how about overnighters?
    --- merged: Feb 28, 2016 at 5:54 AM ---
    The question elicits any answer you like, the fantasy ride is the teaser, my interest is to stimulate participation. I am curious, however, to hear from anyone who has travelled overnight on the rails. Not counting in the boxcars, though that would be interesting too. You may find me often provocative, sometimes on the edge, hopefully stimulating, but I work hard at not being boring, and I love to write.
     
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  7. genuinemommy

    genuinemommy Moderator Staff Member

    I prefer flying distances that would require an overnight train ride. I enjoy living in earshot of a train whistle.
     
  8. Herculite

    Herculite Very Tilted

    Back when my wife and I were rather poor, we wanted to visit family out west.

    We couldn't afford to fly, so we had the idea to take the train. It ended the ride would take 2.5 days and was just shy of the cost of a plane ticket. For our week trip most of it would have been on the train, and experiencing Americana aside we decided to drive, 16 hours straight.
     
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  9. omega

    omega Very Tilted

    I took the southern crescent from Union station in DC a couple of times to college in Georgia. Had a tiny sleeper berth. It was ok. Definitely not romantic while a college student.
     
  10. Chris Noyb

    Chris Noyb Get in, buckle up, hang on, & be quiet.

    Location:
    Large City, TX
    The last time I checked Amtrak prices just for giggles they were higher than airline tickets.
     
  11. Lindy

    Lindy Moderator Staff Member

    Location:
    Nebraska
    Depends a lot on where you're traveling. Between major air hubs, maybe. Between smaller cities, no. Lincoln (LNK) to Grand Junction (GJT) one way is $470 United Airlines, $101 Amtrak. For next Monday, 3/7/16.
     
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  12. genuinemommy

    genuinemommy Moderator Staff Member

    Yeah, and Amtrak prices are stable compared to airlines, making last-minute train travel more affordable than flying.
     
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  13. omega

    omega Very Tilted

    I lived in grand junction for a couple years.
     
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  14. omega

    omega Very Tilted

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  15. Japchae

    Japchae Very Tilted

    There is a commuter between where Stepkid lives and where we will be moving that only takes about 3.5 hours each way and costs about $45. The drive cam take up to 6 hours, depending on traffic, from what I understand, so this is awesome. Making that round trip twice in a weekend would be a PITA.
     
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  16. Yup. We rode one not too long ago. Took The Destroyer on a trip to see her grandparents. Normally it's just a 45-60 minute drive, but she loves trains and it was more relaxing and fun to take the train.
     
  17. Stan

    Stan Resident Dumbass

    Location:
    Colorado
    In Europe.

    Milan -> Paris overnight was fun.

    Zurich -> Interlocken, then Interlocken -> Paris a week later.

    We'll be doing Venice -> Florence in Sept.
     
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  18. Chris Noyb

    Chris Noyb Get in, buckle up, hang on, & be quiet.

    Location:
    Large City, TX

    It's been many years (decades) since I saw Risky Business, didn't realize that Tangerine Dream did the sound track. The embedded link shows blank of my screen.

     
  19. snowy

    snowy so kawaii Staff Member

    Can testify: watching the cars stuck on I-5 is even more satisfying with a beer in the bar car.

    I've taken the train all over the United States, and I took the Thalys and Eurostar overseas. I <3 trains.
     
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  20. Charlatan

    Charlatan sous les pavés, la plage

    Location:
    Temasek
    I ride the MRT trains daily.