It is late afternoon on a warm spring day in 1942. I am a young soldier going off to war. You are a lovely lady going to New York to start a new job. We are standing on the platform waiting for the train. We have never met, but I can’t help but stare at you. You are so beautiful! You glance my way and our eyes meet.
Embarrassed at having been caught staring, my face reddens and I look away. But I watch you out of the corner of my eye and when you look down at your purse, I look at you again. The fading sunlight on your hair is captivating.
You pull something out of your purse, but drop it on the platform. Quickly, I move to pick it up. As I kneel at your feet, I notice your slender legs and ankles. As I slowly rise, my eyes travel up your legs, noting the seam on the back of your stockings. A gentle breeze ruffles your dress around your legs. My eyes move over the curves of your body, over your waist, over your breasts, up to your face. I hand you what I now see is lipstick and as you reach for it, our hands briefly touch. I see that it is the lipstick you are wearing and I notice how delicately it lays on your full lips. At the touch of your hand, my breath catches and our eyes meet again. For a long, long minute, we hold the look. You smile at me and say thank you. I try to respond but my throat has tightened and no words come. It is as if I am in a spell.
Just then the train whistle blows and the spell is broken. People begin to move toward the train and we are jostled apart. Looking quickly around me I find my bag and board the train. I move as in a daze to my seat and sit down. My hand still tingles where you touched it. The image of your smile, with those luscious, full lips, is seared into my brain. I look out the window as the train pulls away from the station and try to think of something else – my home, my family, where I am going. But it is of no use. I can only think of you. I raise the hand that you touched to my face and feel the tingle there. I see your legs again, your full breasts, and I drift into a daydream of what it would be like to hold you in my arms and kiss those sweet lips. As I fantasize about you, I become aware that the evidence of my thoughts is becoming more obvious. I shift nervously in my seat, suddenly thinking that everyone must see and know. I place my bag in my lap to try and hide my arousal.
As I look out the window again, I realize that night has fallen. Most of the passengers around me are asleep. In the reflection of the glass, I see you move by. At first I think it is merely my dream, but I turn my head and see that it really is you. You do not look at me as you walk by and I allow myself to watch you. I can see the soft curves of your body moving under your dress. The sway of your hips seem to invite me to follow and I know that I must. As you open the door to go into the next car, I rise from my seat and make my way down the aisle, still holding my bag in front of me, hoping everyone is asleep and that no one will notice.
I go into the next car, which is the dining car. I glance down the length of it. There are very few people there. My eyes search and find you. You are sitting alone at a table with your back to me. With my heart beating in my chest, I slowly walk towards you. When I am slightly behind you, I stop, afraid to go on, afraid not to. I stand there for a moment looking down at you. I do not understand why you do not turn, surely you can hear the sound of my beating heart. As I look down at you, I realize that I can see down the front of your dress. I am barely breathing, as I watch your breasts rise and fall with your breathing. My eyes linger on your smooth creamy skin. Being so close to you has drawn me into the spell again. The rest of the world has ceased to exist.
Finally sensing my presence, you turn slightly to look at me. Again my face reddens at having been caught staring. You catch my eyes and know where I have been looking. You smile. There is kindness in your eyes and just a hint of something else. The blood is pounding in my head. A part of me wants to turn and flee, but my feet will not move. I am frozen in place, helpless in your spell. Without saying a word, you gesture for me to sit. With great effort, as if in a dream, I sit down at the table across from you. You speak and the sound of your voice resounds in my head and throughout my body. It is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. You tell me your name. I look into the deep pools of your eyes, feeling them draw me in. My throat is so tight I can barely breathe. You ask me my name and I struggle to find my voice. It cracks just a bit as I speak and you laugh gently. That laugh echoes in my ears. It is actually even more enchanting than your voice. You reach across the table and touch my hand. But you do not take your hand away. You leave it there letting your delicate fingers linger on the back of my hand. My skin under your touch feels as if it is on fire. As I look into your eyes now, I see what else is there. It is a desire that matches mine. Without another word, you rise, take my hand and begin to lead me back to the sleeping car.
Hand in hand, we step out of the dining car onto the platform between the cars. The night air is cool and the sky is full of stars. I touch you, you turn to me. The edges of your hair glow in the moonlight. The wind blows it gently around your face. I place my hand along side your cheek. You tilt your head slightly and press against it. You smile and the invitation is unmistakable. Our bodies are very close together, almost touching. I see your breasts straining against the material of your dress and I notice that your nipples are erect. Emboldened by my desire, I pull you to me and kiss your delicate, succulent lips. Their moist softness makes me lightheaded, and as the train jostles us, we hold one another, bodies pressed tightly together. Wanting you to know just how aroused I am, I press my hips against you and you press back. Your lips part slightly and I slip my tongue in your mouth. The touch of your tongue ignites the flame of my passion. My hands begin to trace the soft curves of your body, moving down your back, brazenly across your ass, caressing the tops of your thighs, moving up again to touch your breasts through your dress. You moan deeply, but break our kiss and pull out of my arms. You are still smiling though, as you brush back your hair and smooth your dress. Then you lean close and whisper to me. I feel the slight brush of your lips and the heat of your breath on my ear. I am still feeling dizzy and slightly drunk with desire. At this moment I am completely at your mercy, so strong is my hunger for you.
Moving on feet I can no longer feel, my heartbeat ringing in my ears, my every nerve ending tingling, I follow you into the sleeping car. You lead me to your berth, slide back the curtain, and pull me in. Throwing your arms around me, you kiss me. Unable, unwilling, to contain myself any longer, I kiss you hard and passionately. Again my tongue pushes into your mouth, more forcefully this time, as my hands move feverishly over your body. The pent up passion I have felt since first seeing you threatens to burst forth and wash over us both like a raging flood. I find the zipper on the back of your dress and pull it down, letting my fingertips slide across your skin as it is bared. With one hand I pull the top of your dress forward off of your shoulders, while my other hand slides up your thigh, under your dress. Now the dress hangs loose on your body, your breasts are out of it, the only thing keeping it from falling to the floor is my hand, under it, on your thigh. I slide my hand down your thigh and your dress slides down your body until I pull my hand away and it falls. Now you stand before me wearing only your bra, your panties and your stockings. You smile lustfully at me, reach behind you, and undo your bra. As you pull it away and reveal to me your magnificent breasts, my body begins to tremble. I reach to touch them with shaking hands. They are so incredibly soft that I close my eyes so that I can sense them through my fingertips. I graze your nipples with the palms of my hands, feeling their wonderful stiffness. With a lust that consumes me like a wildfire, I lower my head and rub my face all over them. My lips move to your nipple and close around it. My tongue flicks the tip of it and rolls it around in my mouth. I begin to suck it, gently at first, then harder, pulling on it with my lips. My hand caresses your other breast and I pull its nipple with my fingers. Your hands are on the back of my head, holding me to your breast, while you roll your head from side to side and moan. As I feast on your breasts, my hands slide down your body, catch the elastic of your panties, and pull them down your legs. Leaving you with your stockings on, I pick you up and carry you to the bunk.
I carry you to the bunk and gently lie you down on it. I kneel beside you and begin to kiss your breasts, rubbing my face across them, feeling your hard nipples against my cheeks. I close my eyes and rub them lightly over your nipples, letting my eyelashes tickle them. You are moaning and your body rocks gently with the movement of the train. Fascinated, I watch as your breasts move. I reach out and place my hands on them, almost reverently. They are so incredibly soft and the contrast of their softness and the rougher surface of my hands as I slide them over you builds a heat. I can practically feel the sparks, as real as those that fly from the train’s wheels as it hugs the rails and carries us through the night.
