You know that old saying, "Shit happens?" Well what would you call it when that shit turns out to be of the lucky variety? I'll tell you what, from now on when things just naturally go golden, I'm going to remember a sweet young thing who liked to go "Woowoo!" Let me explain!
Recently my buddy Chuck and I decided to visit a friend from back in our college days. He lives in Little Rock, Arkansas. Apparently being out of our freaking minds, we decided to take Amtrak. It wasn't even because Chuck doesn't like to fly; nope, we actually thought the train would be, well sort of an adventure. It was too, only not on the level of the enticing little fantasy that sizzled it's erotically charged way through my brain on our return trip. So OK, I'm blaming it on a case of extreme boredom.
Chuck and I were standing on the platform of the Little Rock station at 2:00 AM. From behind us came the intriguing giggles of what I immediately took for a sweet young thing. So who cared that overheard conversation made it crystal clear that said sweet young thing was traveling with Grandma? It sure wasn't me and obviously not my overly active imagination either. In any case, later, and as I sat listening to the rumble of thunder and the soft clattering of our rail car, the following erotic adventure popped up and unfolded in the theater of my mind.
Bored, I decided to wander on down the platform. I reached the end of the station, and that's when I caught the unmistakable scent of some high quality pot. It came drifting out from around the side of the Station. Naturally, I followed my nose and walked around the corner. I spotted someone standing in the shadows, and called out, "Man, now that smells like some primo bud!"
I heard a startled gasp, and a sputtering cough. To my surprise, it sounded an awful lot as if it had come from a young woman. I got that one right, and it turned out that her name was Vicki. After I apologized for startling her, and we had exchanged names, she invited me to join her. Well we passed that joint back and forth and I learned that she was traveling with her Grandmother and was only going as far as Dallas. We were due to hit Dallas that afternoon, and then it was on to Los Angeles for Chuck and me.
So OK, I could see that Vicki was young. I wasn't exactly sure how young, but I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Black hair, shoulder length and streaked with blonde framed a cute face. She was maybe five foot six. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt so I couldn't tell much about her figure; other then, she definitely wasn't a porker. Her skirt was short; her legs were long and bare. It was Arkansas, and we were headed for Texas after all! Still, I was surprised to spot a pair of fancy boots that positively screamed Texas!
It wasn't long before we heard the train approaching. What I had found out by then though, and what mattered was that her Grandmother was elderly, hadn't wanted to travel alone, and that Vicki was bored out of her head. Not thinking anything more then that Vicki would liven up what I figured would otherwise be a dull ride, before we boarded, I told her that Chuck and I would be sitting in the lower level of the last car, along with anyone else traveling through to Los Angeles. What I didn't know then though, was that we would have it all to ourselves all the way to Dallas. Because she didn't know where her and her grandmother would end up sitting, Vicki told me she'd try to sneak away. Sure, she did say that she'd try to find me, only it wasn't quite what I wanted to hear. Why...because she added, "Anything's better then having to listen to my Grandmother snore!"
I ran in to Vicki on my way to the restroom, literally! That baggy sweatshirt was gone, replaced by a belly button revealing sleeveless T-shirt. Sequined stars weren't the only things decorating it either. Her breasts weren't big; still, I figured they'd make a nice double handful. They were obviously bare under that clingy T-shirt, and just as obviously, they sported a pair of jutting nipples. Of course, she caught me staring at those twin beauties. She didn't blush or get all embarrassed; nope, but she did giggle sweetly. I took it for a good sign!
Vicki turned, and peered through our car's door, and said, "Is that your friend? Fuck, you guy's have the whole car to yourselves...awesome!" I explained that I was heading for the head, and her, "Cool, want me to hold it for you," reply damn near blew my mind!
No shit...I mean, what was I supposed to say to that? So, feeling embarrassed and not at all cool, I mumbled an awkward, "Yeah well...whatever!" Then, and not really expecting her to follow, I pulled the bathroom door open, flabbergasted when she pushed in ahead of me.
Vicki walked right over and plunked her butt down on the sink. Then, grinning impishly, she leaned back, hands braced on the sides of the sink. Well now, that move left her short skirt seriously hiked up. In fact, there was the hot pink of a pair of skimpy panties showing between a pair of luscious looking thighs. I locked the door, reminding myself that it wasn't just Chuck and me, oh no, everyone on that car's upper level had to use the bathrooms on the lower level as well. No problem, there were three of them after all! So then I turned, actually thinking that I was going to take that piss. As if...because, as I told Vicki, Shit sweetheart, you've got to know a guy can't pee when he's sporting a woodie!"
Vicki giggled, and once again, I almost let myself wonder about her age. I might have too, if she hadn't said, "Wow...really," before suggesting, "So come on, show it to me!"
Amtrak bathrooms are closet sized, so when I turned I was standing between Vicki's legs. Well my zipper was already open, so hey, I decided to show it to her. Freed from my briefs, it sprang to attention, earning an appreciative "Woowoo," from Vicki. I almost kissed her then, hesitated, and then ran the fingers of one hand up one of those so sweetly exposed thighs. Then, instead of putting a stop to my wandering fingers, in what sure looked like an invitation to me, she spread her thighs just a little bit further apart. Going for it, I peeled the damp pink fabric of her panties aside. I was expecting to see pussy alright, but not the glistening wet pink of a shaved bare one. So OK, that was the last time I worried about Vicki's age.
Liking the added thrill of taking her without even having kissed her, I pushed two fingers in to the molten slipperiness of Vicki's vagina. She gasped; "Ooh, yes," and I began slowly pistoning those fingers. She went right on ooh oohing as my fingers twisted, tightly cocooned in her vagina's wet heat. When I experimentally flicked my thumb over her clit, she sucked in a sharp breath, gasped, "Yes, yes," and wrapped her legs around my waist. Well those oohs and yeses kept getting louder and louder, until finally, I pulled my fingers out of her. Then, before she could protest, I shushed her with a pussy-drenched finger pressed to my lips. It worked, and before I pushed my fingers back in to her, I'd licked up that tasty treat.
Vicki was breathing in gasps, and I was pumping my fingers in and out of her in a rapid-fire flurry of hard thrusts. She was panting, but it didn't stop her from getting out a definitely insistent sounding, "Yeah, yeah, so are you going to fuck me?"
Back to teasing Vicki's clit, and afraid of the answer, I asked her if she had a condom. Well she wasn't carrying a purse, and her skirt lacked pockets, so Vicki's, "No, don't you," wasn't exactly a surprise.
Sadly, I wasn't carrying one either, and no way was I going to trust myself to pull out...no fucking way! OK, so I was thinking blowjob! That treat could wait, because just then I had other things on my mind, and topping the list was going down on her. Only, there was something that I just had to do, and that was before I turned her pussy in to a late night snack. Figuring that at least I'd be able to brag that I'd fucked her, I stepped in closer. I was watching her face; so, when I felt the head of my cock nose its way in to her slippery opening, I saw her suck in a breath. Then, with one hard thrust, I had that head buried seven inches deep in her.
