"What a hot and sultry day for a train ride, "Debbie thought as she waited for the 11:25 to arrive. She sighed, and realized she didn't have to move a muscle to break a sweat, as the air was already so heavy with moisture. Any minute now and the constant chatter of nameless faces around her would be silenced by the high-pitched squeaks and scrapes of the silver liner pulling into 30th Street Station.
Once she boarded the train it wouldn't be long before she got to see her folks again in Michigan, maybe 7 hours or so. Then she would be surrounded by family and be having fun under the spacious Midwestern skies, like any respectable preacher's daughter would be.
"Hmmm, this outfit doesn't exactly look like the typical good little virgin's attire"-Debbie mused as she glanced down at the front of her body. The color was innocent enough, but the style and fit of the pale pink jumpsuit on her short but voluptuous frame beckoned the male species to devour her with just one look. Her wonderfully thick auburn hair was true crowning glory upon her head, wavy and sparkling in the midday sun.
Her green eyes reflected her auburn locks enticingly, and the white-framed sunglasses gave her face an almost Hollywood-starlet look. The pinkness of the sleeveless jumpsuit enhanced her beautiful 38C breasts, and her nipples were sensitized by the slightest breeze blowing by. A teasing strand of sweat trickled down from her neck to the valley between her warm mounds, releasing the sweet nectar she was so familiar with. The gathered material at the waist accentuated her shapely hips, and easily revealed the heart-shaped ass underneath the flimsy cotton material.
And to complete the look, she wore sexy little white ankle boots laced up in front. "Yes, this outfit is just perfect," Debbie thought. She was sure her appearance would gather more than a few looks from male passengers on the train to Detroit.
"All Aboard!!" the engineer called out, and Debbie was back in the real world again. A friendly porter loaded her large suitcase onto the train and offered to escort her inside. She said "Thanks, I can manage," smiled sweetly and boarded the train. She quickly found her seat and began to settle in for the ride, stowing her large purse under her seat.
"It shouldn't be too hard to find someone to chat with here," she thought to herself as she grabbed her favorite snack, Twizzlers red licorice, and a magazine from her purse. Gazing around for possible companions, Debbie twisted her body seductively in the oversized seat.
"No outstanding characters in this car," she mumbled, and decided to read for a while. As her eyes flipped through the pages of mindless matter, the train pulled slowly out of 30th street station and headed west out of the city, into the heat of the mid-summer day's sun.
How could anyone know exactly how eventful that trip might be?
"Good afternoon, passengers. Cocktails are now being served in the lounge car for adults, 21 and over. Dinner will be served later this afternoon at 4:30 p.m. On behalf of the conductor, thank you for traveling with us today on Amtrak, and enjoy your trip!"
Debbie awoke in a daze to the garbled sounds of the train's intercom system, and realized she'd been sleeping for an hour already. Cocktails, mmm, that sounded good, very good, right about now. What would it be today. Kahlua & Cream, 7 & 7, JD & Coke, wine, beer, the possibilities were all intoxicating to Debbie. It's a Kahlua & Cream day, no doubt, Debbie decided. The first impulse is usually the best! Debbie grabbed her wallet and headed for the lounge car, not sure exactly where it was but ready for the adventure of finding out.
As she walked through the car she'd been sitting in, she noticed that people had moved from the seats they were sitting in while she'd been sleeping, and that some different passengers were now in their place. "Wow, I didn't realize you could just change seats like that, she marveled. Well, if they can, they I guess I can too."
She started thinking about where she'd like to sit next when she noticed a distinctly seductive man's cologne lingering in the airspace around her. Oooh, it was fresh and almost musk-like, very intriguing, and was making her nose prickle like a horny little rabbit! "I must find out where (or who) that scent is coming from, and introduce myself."
Debbie glanced down to see her nipples getting hard again, at the very thought the mystery presented to her. She found the lounge car and had to wait in a long line for service. As she was waiting she scanned the passengers faces around her. She immediately noticed a young couple a few spots ahead of her in line-they were very lively and physically affectionate with one another.
Debbie noticed the man's hand resting on the left cheek of his girlfriend's ass, and the girl was obviously enjoying the attention. He whispered something to her and she giggled flirtatiously back at him, pressed her chest against his and lustfully licked his earlobe.
Mmmm, Debbie thought, I wouldn't mind being her right now, feeling twinges of excitement growing deep within. The man kissed her back passionately, grasping her hair by nape of her neck. The sexual tension was obvious to everyone in line, whether they cared to admit it or not.
Suddenly, Debbie's stare was met by the flirtatious woman only a few steps away. "Oh, no, I've gotten her mad at me for staring, she thought." But to Debbie's amazement the woman smiled gently and amiably back at her, communicating that she was flattered and not angered by her intent gazing. "Very cool of her, cool indeed," Debbie thought. "I think I wouldn't mind socializing with those two." Little did Debbie know, but she was about to get that chance.
Finally Debbie was next in line to be served. "Kahlua & Creme please, thank you," she quipped to the bartender. "I wonder where they are from," Debbie mused about the amorous young couple. That was so sexy the way they fondled each other in front of everyone...
"Excuse me, I'm Joanne and this is Rick. Would you like to sit with us for a while? We noticed you seem to be a little lonely on the train today." Debbie was shocked; here were the very man and woman she was thinking of, standing here inviting her to sit and chat awhile.
"Why of course, thank you very much! I'm Debbie, nice to meet you. Where are you sitting?" she asked.
"Right this way Deb, can I call you Deb?" Joanne said. Debbie nodded in approval and they both laughed, breaking the awkwardness of the moment. They found their seats and began making small talk, when all of the sudden Debbie noticed that haunting fragrance hanging in the air again. Her head instantly turned from side to side, forgetting about the conversation she was having and concentrating on finding the source of that delectable fragrance.
"Debbie, this is our friend Greg," Joanne said, as Debbie turned back around in her seat. Debbie was overcome with sexual excitement. Their friend, Greg, was the one who emanated that wonderfully seductive smell. And he looked as good as the cologne he was wearing smelled, too. Oh what good fortune, Debbie thought, as she eased back in the padded seat and squared her shoulders coquettishly, letting the full beauty of her breasts speak for her. She could tell by Greg's eyes that her actions were being very well received and noted. And when they shook hands, she knew this man would have his hands upon her in no time at all.
Debbie took in the full sight of Greg as they chatted, noticing every little detail about him. He was tall, about 6'2", and built very much like an athlete. He wore tight blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a sky blue button down short-sleeved shirt, which showed off his tan quite nicely. He had ocean deep blue eyes and wavy light brown hair, perfectly suited for running her fingers through. His hands looked strong and gentle both, and Debbie imagined what they might find to do with her willing body.
And of course she noticed his crotch, which revealed a most delicious bulge at any given moment. "I just wonder what THAT looks like when it's free," Debbie said to herself.
"What are those beautiful green eyes thinking, Debbie?" Greg asked, giving her a sexy wink and smile.
"If only you knew, Greg, if only!" Debbie flirted back, loving the little game they were playing, up close and personal.
The scenery in the mountains of Pennsylvania was beautiful, but soon began to pass by in a blur as Debbie felt herself succumbing to the effects of a few too many Kahlua & Creams. Then the train crossed in the mountainous area of Northern West Virginia, where the temperature seemed to be getting warmer by the minute. It was now about 4 p.m. in the afternoon, and the train crew was busily getting ready for the dinner crowd in the dining car.
Then, without warning the unthinkable happened! The train stopped, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but trees and power lines on either side. The chatty foursome giggled at first, thinking nothing major had gone wrong. But within minutes, the conductor's voice came over the loudspeaker and informed everyone that an earlier train had derailed about 50 miles ahead. We would have to simply sit in our present location and waited for official clearance before we could move forward. There was no clue as to how long it would take to repair the damage; we were simply thanked for our patience and left to our fate.
And then the conductor added that he would have to shut down the air conditioning as well, letting us bake in the 95* heat of that sultry West Virginia afternoon.
"Well, what now?" Debbie asked, as if anyone in the group would have a satisfying answer to that question.
