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Romance On The Rails, Chapter 1

"A train trip offers a very memorable adventure!"

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I love trains. I have since I was five years old, when my grandfather took me on my first train ride. I never forgot the thrill of waiting on the train for it to start moving, the feel of the gentle side to side rocking as it went down the tracks, and the views out the windows as we rode through the countryside. It wasn't a long ride, just a day trip, but it left a hell of an impression on a young boy.

Now fast forward about 30 years, and I was once again at the train station purchasing a ticket. The company I work for has told me to do an article on the modern day train. You know, how the railroad is struggling to survive in this age of the airplane and automobile, that sort of thing.

Yeah, I'm a writer, and when an assignment to write about trains came up, I couldn't jump on it fast enough. I told my boss that I was familiar with trains (even though I wasn't) just so he would choose me for the assignment. And sure enough, he told me to write the story.

So after talking at length to my boss and finding out what he wanted in the story, we decided that if I was to write a proper piece, a simple little day trip wouldn't be enough. I would need to spend some time on the train. That was fine with me. We took a look at the schedules and routes and determined that a round trip would be necessary; train tickets are much cheaper than air fare.

My boss and I bartered back and forth for a couple days before I wore him down enough for him to spring for a good train trip. I used the argument that I needed to see several different routes and get an overall feel for how the railroad was doing if I was to write a comprehensive piece. Finally, I convinced him, and the deal was settled. The company would pay for the trip, but I had to pay for the meals and other expenses. I was thrilled with the idea.

Standing at the ticket counter, I told the ticket agent what I had planned and she printed up the tickets I needed. I was to take "The Empire Builder" from Chicago to Seattle, then transfer to "The Coast Starlight" from Seattle to Los Angeles, and finally take "The Southwest Chief" from Los Angeles to Chicago. That would amount to a total of about 6,265 miles and 127 hours (a little over 5 days) of travelling. I was ecstatic! I would get a chance to see a lot of country on this trip and all through my favorite mode of travel. No driving hassles, just sit back and enjoy the trip. Hell, it was a working vacation as far as I was concerned.

"The Empire Builder" was scheduled to depart at 2:15 p.m. on Monday, which gave me plenty of time to get the things I needed for the trip over the weekend. I got to the station in time to take a few pictures to go with the story, and then I got on board the train and found my cabin. Because I was going to be on the train for several days I was able to get a sleeping cabin and, through a stroke of pure luck, the train wasn't real full so I had the cabin to myself... at least for the first leg of my trip.

The cabin had four fold-down bunk beds in it. The two upper bunks folded against the wall out of the way during the day and the two lower bunks folded into double seats facing each other. I chose the lower left-hand bunk to be my bed for this leg of the trip, and folded the others up so I would have some room in the cabin. The cabin also contained a fold-down table which I set up with my laptop computer so I could work on the story while I travelled.

Once things were settled in my cabin, I went to go have a look around. I couldn't very well write a story about modern day train travel without talking to a few of my fellow passengers and having a look around. So grabbing my camera and a notepad, I locked my cabin door and went forward to see who I could find to interview.

The first "victims" I found to interview were a lovely elderly couple. They were sitting in the main passenger cabin looking out the window and enjoying the ride. She had the window seat and he was sitting next to her leaving the aisle seat open. After introducing myself and explaining my purpose, they gladly agreed to talk to me for a bit.

After a short interview, I left the couple with a thank you and a warm handshake. They had told me that they too had been long-time fans of the railroad and that they remembered "the old days" when steam powered locomotives still ran the rails. We had a very enjoyable talk about the romance and excitement of the railroad. It was nice to see my passion for the train was shared by others.

After the interview I went back to my cabin to begin writing down the things we talked about. It was such a nice conversation and the old gentleman had told me so many things about trains that I wanted to write them down while I still remembered them. I typed away until dinnertime, and then shut everything down for the night.

After dinner I went back to the bar car to enjoy a drink and relax a bit before going to bed. As I sat there enjoying my drink, I spotted a very lovely young woman at the bar getting herself a drink. She had short brown hair, a very nice figure and the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen.

I watched her get her drink and as she turned to walk towards me I quickly looked down at my own drink. She walked up to me and just as she was passing my small table, the train lurched to the side. She stumbled and fell into my lap, spilling her drink on me. I caught her and kept her from falling further, but I took the drink square in the chest.

"Oh my God! Oh I am so sorry, sir!" she said, springing up almost instantly and quickly grabbing some paper napkins to try to wipe up as much of the drink as she could. But it was too late. I had saved her from hurting herself, but there was a cold wet stain covering most of the front of my shirt and down onto my pants as well.

As she wiped the drink off my chest she looked up, worried. But once she saw that I wasn't too concerned about it, (it was just an old shirt, and not a good one at that) she saw me smiling and she felt better. She then started to wipe the drink off my pants. As she wiped the stain off my pants, I couldn't help but show my attraction to her.

"Oh my..." she said quietly as she felt the growing bulge in my pants. I was just thankful we were alone in the bar car except for the barkeeper, who kept his head down while he wiped the bar down. She looked up at me as she wiped my pants off and smiled, those beautiful green eyes sparkling.

"My name is Julie. Julie Banks. I am so sorry for all this. The train jerked and I couldn't help it," she said, apologizing again, "I hope these weren't real expensive clothes."

"No, dont worry about it. It's okay. My name is Jim Brickman. It's nice to meet you, although this isn't my usual method for picking up women," I said, trying to make her feel better.

Julie smiled again. "Well, I'm not in the habit of spilling drinks on men just so I have an excuse to talk to them."

"I've got to run back to my car and get out of these clothes. Will you wait for me here till I get back? It will only be a minute," I asked her.

"Or you could come to my car and we could finish these drinks properly," she said shyly. She pressed a slip of paper with her car number on it into my hand. I turned to make my way back to my car and quickly changed. Reading her car number off the paper, she was a couple cars further forward than me, so once I was changed I went to see her in her car.

Knocking on the door to her sleeper car, she opened it and asked me in. "I'm glad you came.... I was afraid you might not come by once you had a chance to think about it." she said softly.

"Well, I make it a point to never say no to a beautiful girl - especially one who is offering me a drink!" I told her. Julie smiled at the compliment.

"That's good, please sit down. I believe you were drinking a Jack Daniels and Coke before?" she said, offering me a drink.

"That's right. Thank you," I replied.

We talked a bit as we enjoyed our drinks. She told me she had recently divorced, and because she just wanted to get away from the memories, she was on her way to Seattle to take a new job there. She said she could have flown, but decided to take the train so she could have some time to clear her head and sort out her life. I told her my story and she immediately perked up and started asking me questions about my work: if she had possibly read anything I wrote, and how I liked being a writer. I told her of a few of my adventures and trips I had taken and she seemed fascinated with it all.

We had a good time talking and seemed to hit it off really well. I was thinking to myself that I had found a friend to share my travels with, at least this part of it, and was glad for that. It was at this point that Julie upped the ante.

"Well, I'd better be going, it's getting late," I said, looking at the time on my watch. "We'll be getting to Seattle tomorrow."

"Yes," she said looking down. Then she looked back up into my eyes. "Do you have to go?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, could you stay with me tonight? This move and all has me scared and I could really use a friend," she said. The look on her face as she opened her heart up to me was something I will never forget. Julie looked like a scared little girl and I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and protect her.

"Of course I will stay the night, Julie." I told her. I pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in my arms. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Do you need anything from your cabin?" she asked. I thought for a moment... my laptop was still on the table and running.

"Well let me run back and shut down my laptop and put it away. I'll be right back, I promise," I said. With another kiss just to tide me over, she let me go back to my cabin. I quickly made my way there and shut down the computer, stashing it safely under the bed so it wouldn't get damaged. I took a quick look in the mirror, and then left my cabin to go back to Julie.

When I got back to her cabin, I knocked on the door. She opened the door dressed now in a white robe. "Come in, Jim," she said, smiling. She shut the door and pulled the curtains over the windows. I noticed the curtains to the outside windows were also drawn and the little overhead reading lamp was on, giving the room a soft, charming glow. As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, Julie came walking slowly to me.

"Jim, please don't get the idea that I do this with just anyone," she said as she walked. When she stood directly in front of me, she slipped the white robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her.

There, standing before me, was a vision of womanly beauty. Julie was five-foot, six inches tall with a very pleasing 36-24-34 figure featuring high, proud breasts, a smooth flat belly, and a well-manicured patch of fur below. I reached out and took the stunning girl by the hips, pulling her to me.

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I began kissing that flat belly just above the sapphire-bejeweled navel piercing she sported. Julie moaned softly as my kisses burned her tender flesh. She ran her fingers through my shoulder-length brown hair.

My hands slipped around her hips to her taut ass cheeks. I gripped her ass and sank my fingers deep into the moldable flesh, pulling them apart slightly. My fingers were just long enough and my hand placement just right to enable my fingertips to lightly brush across her pussy lips as I squeezed her ass meat.

"Ohh," Julie moaned as my touch sent shivers up her spine. She grabbed a handful on hair and pushed her hips forward. I knew what she was asking for... what she needed. I kissed my way down past that navel piercing and on towards her beckoning pussy. As I neared her delicious peach, I could smell her arousal. She would tell me later that she hadn't had sex in almost a year - that her ex-husband hadn't wanted to even touch her for months before the divorce, and she hadn't dated anyone since. So she was "ripe for the picking" and I wasn't about to let her go unplucked!

Julie gasped audibly as I pushed her long legs apart. I fastened my mouth onto her sweet pussy and snaked my tongue into her velvety depths. The feeling of my tongue exploring her pussy must have caught her by surprise because she thrust her hips forward as she grabbed for the rail of the folded up top bunk like she was about to fall. With a good grip on the overhead bunk, she parted her legs wider, offering herself to me openly.

I didn't question the invitation for a moment; instead I dived into her sweet wet pussy with all the relish of a starving man. While it hadn't been as long since I had been sexually intimate with another, I still didn't pass up an opportunity like this. Besides, this girl had reached out needing some comfort, and I was more than willing to be her comforter.

As I feasted on Julie's dripping pussy, I reached around her hips with one hand, pulling her in as tight as I could to delve as far into her as my tongue could reach. My other hand meanwhile found its way to her full ripe breast and began using her breast and nipple as its own private playground. I quickly found out that Julie had sensitive nipples that just loved to be pinched, pulled, and tugged on.

I took my pleasure out on Julie's yearning body, gorging myself of her tender flesh and sweet succulent juices until her trembling legs could no longer support her. Just before her knees gave out completely, I laid her down on the small bed. Giving each of her thighs a playful bite, I moved up her shaking body. Reaching her heaving breasts, I began to lick and suck on the pencil-eraser nipples as she arched her back, wanting me to devour them completely.

"Ohh God, Jim... Please take me, fuck me, please," she begged. Her eyes were glazed over in pure lust and her entire body was screaming to be used. I slid further up her sweat covered form until I could feel my hard cock brushing the lips of her pussy. I reached down between us and made a slight adjustment and then pressed my cock head between her puffy lips. I took her head in my hands and she opened her eyes to look at me. When I saw her there with me, I pushed into her.

Julie opened her mouth in an "O" as her eyes closed, her eyelids fluttering as she felt me open her up more and more. She gripped the sheets of the bed and I felt her thighs shaking more intensely as I pushed deeper into her. Finally, I was completely inside her soft, warm tunnel. I felt her cervix at the tip of my cock and my balls slapping her pussy.

After giving her a few seconds to adjust to my size and the fact that her long-neglected pussy was being used again, I began slowly moving inside her. Julie's moans grew louder and her pleas more impassioned as she felt my cock scrape against the slick walls of her pussy.

I increased the speed, length, and aggressiveness of my strokes, and as I did, Julie asked for more. Seems she needed a good hard fuck after being without for so long. The harder I fucked her, the more she wanted. Well if a good hard fuck is what my fellow traveler needed, I was just the guy for the job.

Gathering myself for the task at hand I braced my feet on rail at the foot of the bed. I took her by the shoulders, pinning her firmly to the bed, and then let her have it. I savagely thrust into her with everything I had, pounding her pussy like I was drilling for oil. I slammed into her so hard I thought I'd break her but she loved every bit of it. I was damn near knocking the wind out of her with every thrust, but she was moaning and writhing and thrashing about like it was the greatest thing she had ever felt!

Julie was mad with desire and she was clutching at the sheets while tossing her head back and forth, babbling incoherently. Her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe in between my pounding thrusts. I could see little rivers of sweat running across her forehead and down from her neck and between those wonderful breasts before turning and running down her sides.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tighter to her as if wanting me to climb inside her. She put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me close.

"Oh Jim! Jim, I'm going to cum. Ohh fuck! OHH FUUCK!" she cried out as I felt her pussy let go, and a warm flush of her pussy juice flowed past my cock and out onto the sheets under her. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, trying to milk it of its seed. I kept pounding her as she came, the squeezing tightness of her vise-like pussy bringing me to a climax almost simultaneously.

As I felt myself cresting my mountain, I reached down and held her tight. I knew that some of my ex-girlfriends liked biting, so taking a chance, I bit her on the shoulder as I exploded inside her. It was a good bet - she went nuts! She came again as I bit her and she felt me fill her insides with my searing hot cum. She raked her fingernails across my back as the double orgasm took control of her body. I had unleashed a tigress and she was claiming me as her own prey. We had both been reduced to savage animals only fulfilling our base need.

After an eternity in the animal kingdom, we slowly regained ourselves and collapsed side by side, both panting and gulping down sweet, precious air as we willed ourselves back to earth. When we both had recovered enough to make sentences again, I looked over to the woman-tigress to find her sobbing quietly to herself.

"What's wrong Julie?" I asked. Tears weren't the reaction I was expecting after such a bout of exciting and exhausting sex. Giggling and hysterical laughter I could understand, but not tears.

"Oh, Jim, thank you, honey. Thank you for making me feel like a woman again. It's been over a year since I have had any kind of sex except the kind I give myself. I was afraid I wouldn't ever get any kind of real attention again. You've made me feel wanted, needed, and desirable again. Thank you, you sweet, sweet man!" she said, kissing me passionately.

I held my tigress as she finished her cry and then wiped the tears away from her gorgeous green eyes.

"Julie, you should never think that you are not wanted or desirable. You are a beautiful, sexy, wonderful woman. You have so very much to give, you just need to find a man worthy of receiving your precious gift. I am just thankful that I have seen even a glimpse of it tonight. Just think, if it hadn't been for the train lurching at the exact second it did, we would not be here right now," I said.

"Thank you sweetheart, that was very kind of you," she said with a smile, "But I should have spilled water not whiskey, on your shirt. I do hope it comes out."

"Not to worry, if a spilled drink is what it takes to bring us together like this, I'll soak the damn shirt in whiskey," I laughed. Then I took my tigress in my arms and kissed her once more as the gentle rocking of the train put us both in a deep and very peaceful sleep. The sleep that only lovers know.

* * * * *

The next morning came far too quickly for my tastes. it was the day we were to arrive in Seattle. We were due to arrive about 1:00 pm - just about 47 hours since we left Chicago. Unfortunately, the train was running on time and on schedule.

Julie and I enjoyed a wonderful nights sleep and woke up still in each other's arms. I have to admit, waking up in the arms of another is a great way to start the day.

After a few good morning kisses, we knew we had to get going. While my trip was to continue on, I was sadly going to have to say goodbye to Julie. So reluctantly I got up and went back to my cabin. We had agreed to have breakfast together, we wanted to spend as much of our remaining time together as we could. So after a quick freshening up, I went back to Julie's car to take her to breakfast.

Julie looked stunning, as always, and I was proud to have such a lovely girl on my arm as we walked into the dining car. We had a wonderful breakfast and talked more as we ate. I tried to avoid talking about the end of our trip, but Julie wanted to make sure we stayed in touch.

"Jim, here is my cell phone number, and my mother's phone number. I don't know where I will be living at yet, but she will know how to get hold of me. I want to hear from you from time to time, Jim. Please promise me you will call me. This is important and last night meant a lot to me, honey," she said, taking my hand and looking deep into my eyes.

"Last night was pretty special to me too, sweetheart. I will call you, I promise. And if I get a chance to come to Seattle, I will be sure to come see you," I told her. I handed her a business card with my company phone number. "My home phone is on the back along with my email address."

"You'd better. And if I can come to Chicago I will come see you, too," Julie said kissing me.

We walked back to her cabin and sat together for the remainder of our trip, holding hands and talking. All too soon the train pulled into the station. We got off and stood at the station. I turned to Julie and was about to speak, but she beat me to it.

"Jim, I want to thank you again for last night and for being with me. This is a big step for me and it was nice having someone keep me company. I won't forget it, or you," she said. She kissed me once more and as the kiss came to an end, she had tears running down her cheeks.

"Julie, please don't cry, sweetheart. We will stay in touch, I promise," I said, wiping the tears away with my hand. With that, she turned and walked into the stationhouse and I went to catch my connecting train for the next part of my trip.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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