Matt stared out the window of the train at the boring scenery. Traveling around America by train had seemed like a good idea when he'd been planning his vacation, cheaper than flying and much more comfortable than a bus, but of course the train was late, and he was bored. He was tired of reading, and had already seen the video they were showing in the lounge car - The English Patient - twice. He was impatient to get into San Francisco, dump his backpack at a hostel, grab a shower, and see the city's famous strip clubs and peep shows. Even if the reports were exaggerated, they had to be better than anything he'd seen back home in England. He glanced at his watch, sighed, and decided to go to the bar for a beer.
The stairs in the lounge car were narrow, and the train was rocking like a theme park ride. Matt was rounding a corner of the stairwell when the train lurched. He stumbled, nearly plunged face-first into the cleavage of the woman ascending the stairs, but grabbed the handrail just in time. An instant later, he regretted his good reflexes; the view down the woman's blouse was spectacular, especially as her enormous breasts were shuddering with the rocking of the train. Matt regained use of his tongue, and said, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, please excuse me." He managed, with some difficulty, to raise his head far enough to see the woman's face. She turned out to be an attractive redhead, with dark green eyes, and full lips parted into a brilliant smile. He guessed she was in her early thirties, about ten years his senior.
"That's quite all right," she replied, "No harm done, but I'm afraid I can't get past you."
"I'll back up," he said, stepping cautiously up the stairwell. By keeping a few steps above her, he was able to see her bountiful boobs as well as her face. He was nearly at the top of the stairs when he realized that this put her eyes on roughly the same level as his crotch, enabling her to see his rapidly swelling hard-on. With a slight cough, he stepped aside to let her pass.
"Thanks," she said, a hint of a giggle in her voice. "I love your accent. English?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. I loved The English Patient. Student?"
"Is it that obvious? Yes."
"On vacation?"
He nodded, smiled, and sidled past her, trying unsuccessfully to think of something to take his mind out of that heavenly valley. He took a beer from the fridge, paid and overtipped the barman, and headed back up the stairs, trying to remember the periodic table of the elements. He was concentrating so hard that he didn't notice the woman walking back down the stairs until her tits smacked into his face. He stumbled back, feeling an unpleasantly warm feeling in his crotch... looked up to see that it was the same woman, holding an uncovered and half-empty cup of coffee... then looked down to see the coffee stain spreading across the front of his jeans.
"Oh shit I'm sorry," said the woman. "I forgot to get sugar, I was coming back for it, are you okay?"
"Yeah..." he gasped. "I'm..."
"We'd better get you dried off," she said. "There's a dressing room in the next carriage. Come on."
* * *
She hustled him into the dressing room, locked the door behind her, and reached for the buckle of his belt. "I'm Gloria," she said. "I hope that didn't hurt too much; would you like me to kiss it better?"
"What? I mean..." He reached for her, and kissed her on the mouth; she pulled his hands to her huge boobs, letting him feel their weight and the hardness of her nipples, then busied herself undoing his fly. "I'm Matt," he gasped, when the kiss ended and his jeans fell about his shoes. She grinned at him, then dropped to her knees and licked up the length of his rigid cock. She planted a wet kiss on the head, then licked her way slowly down to his balls, taking one into her mouth gently, then the other.
"Feel okay now?" she asked a moment later.
