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Rhythm of The Rails

We pulled out of Union Station at about 8PM. In the song, the train pulls out in the morning and arrives in the evening. Guess things had changed since Steve Goodman rode the train and wrote the song. I could live with that. Ever since I’d first heard Arlo Guthrie singing about “The City of New Orleans”, I’d wanted to take this trip. Oftentimes, at work or in the shower, I’d find myself humming the tune. Now, I was actually on the legendary train, riding from Chicago to New Orleans. We’d be “changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee” at about 6:30 in the morning, “half way home and we’d be there” by about 3:30 in the afternoon. OK, I’ll admit it didn’t have quite the same lyrical impact as the songwriter’s ride. As I was to learn, however, there are still some wonderful sights to be seen “nighttime on The City of New Orleans”. I was lucky enough to witness one that still burns in my sexual memory.

There were no old men in the club car and the only card game was being played by a long legged, slim blonde in her very early twenties. She was sitting at a table playing Solitaire. I’m kind of on the short, stubby side. I’ve never considered myself to be in the same sexual league as young, tall blondes with sexy slim figures. I’m not even sure we’re playing the same sport. That night, though, I had enough romantic spirit and just enough spirits to strike up a conversation. She was friendly. I learned that her name was Denise. Her boyfriend was an intern in Jackson, MS and she was headed to see him. I wasn’t surprised to find she had a boyfriend, nor, even that he was a doctor. I was a bit surprised that a young woman on such a tight schedule was riding the train, rather than flying. She told me she loved the rhythm of the rails, it relaxed her. The hurry, scurry scary pace of airline travel just made her tense. Without giving me the details, she told me that, for this meeting, she needed to be relaxed when she got there. I nodded sympathetically but didn’t press her. We had a few drinks and a few laughs. It was about midnight when we wandered back to our seats.

There were a few more than “fifteen restless riders” on the train but the coach car we were in was sparsely populated. Denise moved her stuff a few rows back to the seat across the aisle from mine and we talked in whispers a little while longer before pulling out our blankets. Neither of us had sprung the extra money for a sleeping car. I’m short enough to be able to sleep in most spaces and actually managed to lie down across the two seats, my head toward the window, a bit curled up but moderately comfy. Denise was taller than me by about a half a foot; most of her extra height was in her long, shapely legs. She reclined her seat all the way back. I closed my eyes. The rhythm of the rails gently rocked my body. It had been a good night. Little did I know what or who was yet to come.

I was nearly asleep when I heard the conductor announce our arrival in Carbondale. With eyes closed, I listened to the people near us depart. Denise and I now had the whole back of the coach car to ourselves. I peeked over and she appeared to be sleeping. Her long blonde hair and slim frame under the pink blanket made a pretty sight in the dim light. As the train pulled out of Carbondale, I settled in to sleep. Or, that’s what I thought I was going to do.

I heard Denise shuffling about in the seat across the aisle. I figured she was probably having a bit of trouble getting comfortable. Opening one eye, it became apparent that, under the blanket, she was removing her jeans. My imagination pictured her long, slender legs naked all the way to her panties. Then, it imagined her panties and the mound of her pussy outlined on the fabric. My cock rose with the thought. I was almost lost in horny dreams when I heard a little more motion across the aisle. My first reaction was sympathy for her difficulty getting comfortable, even with her jeans off. When I again opened one eye to take a peek, my second reaction was pleasant astonishment.

Laid back in the reclined seat, she had spread her legs. Her right hand was under the blanket and between her legs. I couldn’t tell whether the hand was in or over her panties but she was definitely slowly rubbing it up and down along her cunt. Her eyes were closed. Slowly my hand moved over to free my erection. Under the blanket, I held it in my hand and slowly ran my fingers along the shaft while I watched Denise stroke her pussy. We went on like this for several minutes in the darkened car, her on her back with eyes closed, me on my side with one eye open, both lightly stroking, both ever so slowly increasing our pace.

When she raised her knees, I lost track of her hand but not her rhythm. Her hips had begun to rock with the hand motions. She was making small pelvic thrusts against her hand. Her lips had parted and I could hear her making soft moaning sounds in the back of her throat. Her hips were rocking in time with the clacking of the train on the track. The train was moving pretty fast on this stretch. I began pumping my cock to the same speedy, steady beat. It was like being in tune with the universe. Denise’s young cunt, the speeding train and my hard cock were all in synch. I knew I couldn’t maintain this pace very long. My heart was pounding, my groin was tense with the building orgasm and it was becoming more difficult to restrain my heavy breathing. I could hear Denise’s breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her legs were spread wide apart. I could again see the lump of her hand. It looked like she had several fingers inside her pussy and was pumping them to the insistent rhythm of the rails. Then, I swear, the train picked up speed.

The legendary “City of New Orleans” was rushing toward Kentucky. Denise was rushing toward orgasm and I was along for both of the rides. Her hips were thrusting to the quicker beat of the steel wheels, her pumping fingers had also picked up the intensifying rhythm. Her head was thrown back and was shaking a little side-to-side as the rest of her slender body was wrapped around her pounding fingers. I saw her mouth open wide as the orgasm began to pour over her. I came in hard spurts watching her body thrash under her pink blanket, twitching several times before coming to a sprawled out, panting rest. Still pretending to sleep, I rolled over in the seat to relocate my body in relation to my blanket’s new wet spot.

As I began to drift off to sleep I could hear Denise singing softly under her breath.

“Good night, America. How are you?”

I grinned at the sound. I was doing quite fine, thank you very much.

I was laying there so horny after missing my baby for a few days. That day i spent the day making Strawberry Pies and Strawberry shortcake and all hot from the oven. I go into our chat room and here comes my favorite guy! We quickly are on the phone and i tell him what i have been doing all day which brings us to be discussing some very sticky thingsNext thing you know i am imagining laying down on a blanket, him with a can of ready whip in hand and a bowl of strawberry’s. He tells me to spread wide and he inserts the ready whip nozzle, finger on the trigger! And i feel this cool sensation filling me up! then when i am full of this white cream he inserts strawberry’s one by one inside of me, licking the cream spilling out of me as the strawberry’s fill the space inside of me….oh wow!

Free Fare

Tessa and I had been at the bar all night and had way too much to drink so they called us a taxi. After about thirty minutes and another drink later the taxi arrived and she and I piled into the back seat. “Where you two ladies headed?” “Home.” “Uhhh where exactly is that?” I laughed, “142^nd and Broad Street.” “Gotcha.” As we sat in the back seat, Tessa had slid her hand over my thigh and winked at me. I had no idea what she was up to, but she was definitely up to something. We had a long drive ahead of us so I was sure I’d find out. Our driver pulled out into traffic and we were off.

Tessa loved to mess with people, well, more shock them really. And when she’s drunk, you can imagine that she gets a little wild. She leaned forward and asked the guy if he’d ever watched two women go at it. He told her no but would love to watch. “Now what man on earth wouldn’t?” I thought to myself. I knew exactly where she was taking this. I watched as he adjusted the review mirror done to see her and I sitting in the back seat. “So, uhhh, you going to show me?” “What do we get out of the deal?” She asked coyly. He went deep in thought, trying to figure out what he possibly had that we could want, and then the light bulb went off. “I’ll give ya yer fare for free.” Tessa looked at him, then turned back and winked at me. “You’re on man.” Tessa directed him to a little parking lot tucked away from the heavy traffic.

As he turned his head Tessa quickly snapped at him, “Keep your face the other way, watch us through that big mirror of yours.” He quickly turned around, not wanting to possibly lose his chance to watch two chics fuck. Tessa leaned towards me; I could feel her breath on my neck as she moved to kiss me. Her tongue slipped from between her full lips and licked mine. I could see the driver in the corner of my eye, he was already salivating. She continued to tease my mouth, leaning closer for a kiss, but just barely touching my lips. Tessa ran her hand up my thigh and underneath my dress. Her fingers wiggling against my skin as she worked her way up, pulling my dress up with her movements. She kissed me deeply and lifted my dress up revealing my thighs and pussy. I didn’t wear panties and she knew it, our driver however, was shocked. I could hear him moaning lightly as he watched Tessa’s hands. 

She pulled my right thigh closer to her, spreading my legs further apart and moved her hands to the buttons of my dress. Her nimble fingers quickly had all the buttons undone and spread apart the sides of the dress. My tits were ready to pop out of my tight bra and with a flick of her wrist the front clasp came apart and out spilled my breasts. She immediately turned her attention to them and began to lick around my nipples, making sure to cover ever inch of my pink areolas. My nipples grew harder with every one of her passes, wanting to be touched, poking out further in hopes to feel her warm tongue against them. 

She slowly sucked one into her mouth and I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good! I tilted my head back and caught site of the driver. I could see his shoulder moving. He was stroking his cock! The thought of him enjoying watching us further excited me. I felt myself grow completely wet, my juices covered my pussy and moved down lubricating my ass. Tessa ran her fingertips down my body stopping at my blonde mound. She pressed her body to mine and slipped her fingers in between my wet lips. Another moan filled the taxi. 

She let her fingers dance around my clit, again, never actually touching it. She was teasing me just as much as she was teasing him. I couldn’t stand any longer and wiggled my hips from side to side. That got a smile from her and she took the hint. She began long steady strokes along the full length of my clit. My body shuddered. I could feel my orgasm build behind my blonde curls, an intense heat. I never got off this quickly, and I remembered our friend in the front seat. My heart beat harder as I thought about it and my blood surged through my body. She plunged her middle finger deep inside my pussy. I gasped and jerked, but instantly enjoyed it. She continued to play with my engorged clit with her thumb, rolling over and around it causing shocks of pleasure to shoot like lightning bolts throughout my body.

I tried to rock my hips against her hands, but I couldn’t, between her body and the seat, I was pinned in place. I felt the beginning waves wash over me as my climax continued to build and I slipped my hand further up her thigh, gripping her soft flesh in my little hand as she brought me closer to cumming. Her finger plunged in and out of my tight hole, harder and harder I squeezed with each thrust. The windows were completely fogged over by now. My moans grew louder and louder, filling the taxi. I couldn’t hear the driver grunting over my own moaning. Then my orgasm over took me. My body shuddered, forcing the car to rock. I arched my back and squeezed my thighs tightly against her hand and arm as my climax intensified in strength.

I felt my slick fluids flow freely, coating her fingers and caused my ass to slip on the back seat. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, her fingers still working along my throbbing clit making ripple after ripple of pleasure shudder up my spine. She slowed down her finger dance once she was sure I was satisfied, turned to face the driver. She waved her fingers, still covered in my juices, under his nose. He whimpered as she brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Ok, now for your part of the bargain.” I started to get dressed again. “Uhhh where were you headed again?” We both laughed.

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