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!"
