They spent the rest of that first leg of the trip napping, reading and just watching the world go by on the observation deck. They talked a little about other train trips, other adventures. Not being together for very long, they were still hungry for the others stories. Both smiled often, enjoying the contentment of just being together on a journey, each anticipating the privacy of the sleeping room.
The Train pulled into Union Station in Chicago just after noon and they didn't have to make their connection until eight that evening. The day was sunny and hot and they spent the afternoon exploring the sights and sounds of the downtown core. The Park Grill had a wonderful outdoor eating space with live music and great food. It was a welcome change from sitting on the train for five hours to walking around and stretching their legs.
By the time they boarded the train to New Orleans, they were looking forward to resting in their private room. The sun was low on the horizon infusing the room with a warm glow and they sat across from each other, his eyes twinkling and she returning his lusty look with one of her own. As if on cue, a porter knocked on the door asking if they were ready to have the bed turned down. When he left, they locked the door behind him and reached eagerly for each other. Their skin was hot from an afternoon in the sun, smiling lips met and clothes were thrown on the chair. When he skillfully undid her bra, she sighed with pleasure, her erect nipples finally allowed to press against his warm broad chest.
Soon they were stretched out on the bed, touching, tasting, rocking gently with the motion of the train. Their passion had been building since the early morning and now they were free to let loose their lust. His lips on her breast, she moaned, the gentle sucking drawing up something from deep within her core, she held his head and arched up. His knee pressed between her legs, his long fingers found her damp hair and explored further to the slick folds within. She felt his hard cock against her leg and tugged at his arms, trying to move him on top but he chuckled at her urgency, teasing her with his fingers, his tongue now exploring her moaning mouth.
Her hand found his engorged cock and it was his turn to gasp with pleasure as she stroked him slowly. She took advantage of his lapse in concentration, pushing him to his back she straddled his hips and welcomed his lovely warm hard cock deep inside her. Bending down to kiss his lips, they stayed motionless for a time, breathing together, letting the pleasure of their joining wash through them. His arms wrapped around her to hold her close in his own welcoming embrace.
The rocking of the train was adding to their building fire and she smiled down at him with warm pleasure soaked eyes. With one kiss more, she sat up and began to move slowly with the rhythm of the train. His hands reached up to caress her breasts and she held his hands there with her own. Waves crashed between them as he grabbed her hips to help guide her, urging her on. He pulled her down to his chest and rolled them, staying deep inside her warm wet cunt, her legs wrapping around him holding him tight. Hands, lips, legs, hips all blending and aching to be closer and deeper into each other, building the intensity until their bodies exploded with pleasure that left them panting and gently rocking with the rhythm of the train.
