The Late Evening Train

The tall, tanned, well-dressed gentleman strolled down the aisle of the passenger railcar following directions from the porter that he had just passed along the way. His goal was the bar car. After all, there was only so much railroad clickety-clack a man can take traveling alone in his private stateroom on a long-distance trip. He had just finished reading the mystery spy novel he brought with him and needed to clear his mind. The time was late, but hopefully not too late for a drink at the bar.

Passing from the passenger car through the transit and into the bar car, he paused to straighten his dark wool, double-breasted, pinstriped suit and to survey the area inhabitants. There were two businessmen working on some big deal over double-bourbon cocktails, cigars and a card game of gin rummy. The bar was at the other end of the train car and there appeared to be plenty of vacant seating.

Otherwise, the car was empty save the stylish, blond woman in the black dress with a small, feathered cap sitting quietly alone and away from the cigar smoke. All he could see from the back of the car was the elegant shape of her right, silk-stocking adorned leg crossed over her left. Her knee was just touching the hem beneath the white linen tablecloth. Her stocking seams were straight, and her two-toned, high heeled shoes completed her wardrobe package of style perfection. He wondered...

Jake Walker proceeded casually forward to the bar and smiled at the balding Negro bartender, dressed white on white in a short waistcoat with shiny brass buttons over black trousers with a satin leg stripe. His brass name tag said, George.

"Good evening, sir. May I offer you a cocktail?"

"Sure, George. IF you have Russian vodka, I'll have a dry vodka Martini, straight up with a twist of lemon. Thanks."

The bartender nodded and placed a bar napkin on the bar in front of Jake.

As the bartender mixed the cocktail wearing white-gloves, Jake turned casually to get the better view of the blond sitting by the window. He started his gaze at the feathered cap with the short netting over her eyes and scanned lower to her pert, powdered nose and full, ruby lips begging to be tasted by someone... someone like Jake, perhaps. The dancing light from the flickering table candle did amazing and mysterious things to her face under that netting. He liked what he saw so far.

Her black dress was adorned with white accent piping and tailored to fit her very well, especially at the V-designed neckline with just the right amount of exposure -- very flattering, alluring and yet, conservatively bulging over the top. It looked like silk. Around her neck she wore a gold chain necklace which held a heart-shaped ruby pendant drawing Jake's attention further downward to just above her cleavage. Her long, tapered hands were well manicured with fingernails painted the same color as her lipstick. She was well put together. She sat quietly, stirring her straight-up martini with the olive, but the chill was gone from her glass. She continually looked out the rail car window; bored, disinterested and unavailable. Clearly, her mind was occupied elsewhere.

"Your cocktail, sir."

Jake reached inside his suit coat pocket for his wallet then turned around to cash-out and tip the bartender. He sip-tasted his cocktail then looked the bartender in the eye.

"Perfect! Thank you, George."

Jake flashed his approval at the now smiling bartender as a non-verbal toast raising his glass and nodding toward George.

Turning again toward the blond woman, Jake took another sip of his cocktail. As his eyes casually drifted her way, he wondered if she could feel the heat of his gaze. He decided to find out. He took a big gulp at his chilled glass - the clean scent of the lemon twist wafted about his nostrils. He walked over to her table and stood there quietly until she raised her face toward his after seeing his reflection in the window glass. Her almond-shaped eyes were grayish-blue and perfectly matched her skin-tone. At her first glance upward into his eyes, the Martini rush kicked in. Jake felt instant warmth within his body, but from which influence? Coincidence?

"Hello. I'm Jake Walker. May I freshen your cocktail for you?"

The blond continued looking outward toward the window and stirred her cocktail again before she replied. "There is nothing wrong with the one I have."

She remained quiet and emotionless, but she studied him from his window reflection without his notice.

"I couldn't help but notice that the chill is off your cocktail glass. A good Martini deserves to be well-chilled for maximum enjoyment."

Mildly curious, the blond looked up at him again. "Are you some sort of expert?... or something?... Mr. Jake Walker? Do you have bartending experience?"

Jake returned her glance and smiled in hopes he might get one from her in return, but no dice. "I've learned to appreciate quality in my life. To enjoy quality things enhances the quality of life. Don't you agree? For example, the Russians created vodka, and they keep it in their home freezer to enjoy it cold and straight."

"And you know this because...?

"I believe that a big part of enjoying something is learning about what makes quality things so good in the first place. They are always more expensive because they are truly worth the cost. If someone is going to enjoy that quality, it must be done in the right manner as well."

"Well,... aren't you the encyclopedia of vodka education."

"May I freshen your drink for you?"

"I don't think so. Clearly, you seem like an educated man. Surely you know that not all Martinis are made with vodka. In fact, the original Martini recipe included Gin. What do you think you know about Gin?"

"Well then,... I need only know two more things. What is your favorite brand of gin and what is your name?"

Jake raised his hand just up to his shoulder and turned around to look for George the bartender. George caught his glance and immediately knew what to do. Jake took the liberty of sitting down across from her at her table.

Shortly, George arrived with two fresh drinks and bar napkins and set them on the table. He removed her still-full warm drink and Jake's empty glass.

Jake placed a $10 bill on the serving tray for the drinks and a generous tip. This was 1938 and the country was still recovering from the Great Depression.

"Diana. Miss Diana Belova."

"Diana Belova. It's certainly very nice to meet you." Jake repeated her name slowly as he studied her face. He couldn't help but think he might have heard that name before. He couldn't get enough of the depth in her eyes. He took an extra minute before he spoke again, while taking a sip of his fresh drink.

"Ah, Diana - the Roman Goddess of the moon, hunting, forests and childbirth and therefore divine. I'm no expert on surnames, but I suspect Belova could be derived from the word beloved."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Walker. How very astute you are. Astute, but extremely trite. I've been hearing this repeatedly since I began growing breasts. Hormone-enraged boys were reading ancient mythology - lusting and fondling over nude statues in the art museums - thought I would be impressed."

"It's Jake. Please. From your response, I think that men in your life have not always treated you according to your given name. If I may say so, that is a distinct mistake on their part. Perhaps worship is a more operative word for royalty."

"You seem like a nice man, Mr. Walker. You dress and speak well, but you are hardly unique. Do you not have anything new or different to offer? Anything more unique to offer in the way of conversation? The current weather forecast at our destination perhaps?"

"I don't proclaim myself to be anything more than I am. I believe you personify the qualities in women that interest me. Had you appeared anything less than you are, I would not have been interested in you at all."

This encounter was not going well at all. Jake was growing tired of the game. Hell, he only came down here for a quiet drink. It was getting late. This was going nowhere and wasn't going to get any better. Jake finished his drink and decided to leave.

"Well, Miss Belova. I've enjoyed our little chat as well as being enchanted with your company, but you must excuse me. I have an early business day tomorrow."

As Jake began to stand up, his white linen napkin fell off his lap to the floor. He sat back down and began to lean over to pick it up. Diana took that moment to re-cross her lovely legs left over right; just enough movement to stir the air under the table. As Jake bent forward, he caught the scent of the perfume that Diana had strategically dabbed behind her knees. There surely must have been some sort of secret lust potion mixed in too, because his pulse immediately quickened. His manhood tingled as if being stimulated from within his own body. His brain was bombarded with multiple flash images of lustful copulations.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, while keeping the linen napkin in front of himself to disguise the awkward enlargement under his trousers fly. It took a great deal of concentration, but he managed to speak aloud despite the images bouncing around in his head.

"Well, goodnight, then, Miss Diana Belova. I hope we shall meet again."

"Goodnight, Mr. Walker. I doubt we shall ever meet again, but it has been relatively interesting. I've learned more about vodka than I ever cared to know."

With that, Jake turned away from her gaze and left the napkin on the corner of the table. He could only hope he got away with disguising his trouser bulge.

The blond merely returned to stirring her drink and gazing out of the bar car window. It was very dark, so her only view was her own reflection.

Jake opened the door to his stateroom. His brain was in a state of confusion with the double buzz - the alcohol of two Martinis and the lust potion perfume he inhaled. One buzz would wear off eventually. Surely, the other one would too, but when? He also wasn't sure about the uncontrolled bulge in his shorts. He decided not to worry about it. One thing was for sure. He wasn't going to accidentally roll out of bed tonight if he stayed that hard.

Carefully, he hung up his suit, shirt and tie and put them in the closet. He put his shoes in the shoe compartment so that the night porter could have access to polish them and put them back for him by in the morning. All simple tasks made more difficult by a penis continually poking its way out from the fly of his boxer shorts.

Finally, he pulled down the window shades, unfolded down his bunk from the wall, threw back the blankets and went into the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and get into his silk-blend pajamas. That done, he returned to his room and doused all the lights except a dim night light over the middle of the bunk.

Sitting on the edge of the bunk, still hard, his mind still raced in lusty perversions. Jake wondered if he could get to sleep no matter how much he wanted to. His blood temperature seemed elevated. He reached for his travel bag and extracted his emergency pint bottle of Russian vodka and took a big swig, then wiped the last drop on his sleeve. He took a deep breath and waited for the little blush that followed. Maybe he could dull the electrified sensations of his body and deaden the images bouncing around his brain with a slight excess of alcohol. He was about to down another gulp when...

There was a knock at his cabin door - three raps in rapid succession. There was no way he could answer the door in his current physical condition. Besides, he was sure the knock was a mistake.

"Who is it?"

There was no answer. Then, came another three knocks.

"Who is there?"

There was still no answer.

Jake spoke through the door again, thinking it was the porter.

"Porter, can you have my shoes shined and returned by 7:30 please? I would very much appreciate that."

There was a third knock at the door. This time one knock, then another, then another tapped out slowly.

Jake re-adjusted his in-the-way penis and reached for his pajama matching robe and slowly opened the door. The sight he beheld was more than angelic. SHE was at his stateroom door.

"Are you going to ask me in, Mr. Walker? There is a certain chill in this hallway."

"Yes. Of course, Miss Belova. Certainly. Please, do.... Come in."

As she brushed past him in the doorway, Jake caught two lungs full of that special scent of hers again. His already racing heart quickened even more... among his other bodily reactions stimulated even further... as if that were possible.

She looked like a dark angel in an ankle length, black silk and lace peignoir outfit as she stood in the center of the small stateroom in black Marabou-trimmed house slippers. The chill from the hallway had stiffened her nipples into pert erections under her gown which pleased him very much at the sight of her. Her peignoir barely disguised the nightgown beneath which had strategically revealing lace and close-fitting silk to accent the beautiful shape of her breasts and lusciously curved hips of her body underneath. Her ruby lips, fingernails, toenails and her heart-shaped necklace finished the image of her perfection. Her hair was now softly brushed in waves and shoulder length -- movie star Lana Turner style.

Jake reached for the light switch on the wall to better illuminate the room more than just the night light over the bed. As his hand reached the switch, her hand was poised on top of his.

"Let's just leave things as they are. Shall we?"

Jake made no argument or protest. The pupils of his eyes were already fully dilated with lusty desire for this woman. His mind was trying to make sense of it all, but it just couldn't focus long enough to worry about it. Jake was speechless, but he tried to speak.

"It's very nice to see you again. What can I do for you, Ms. Belova?"

"Shhh. Let's not spoil this moment with small talk. There's too much talk in the world. Don't you agree?"

"But I thought... "

"You think too much. You talk too much. You had me at, 'Hello', but you just kept right on talking. Didn't you? Surely you must know you are an attractive man."

As she spoke, she slowly removed the sheer, full-length peignoir gown and carefully laid it on the seat opposite the bunk. As she moved, her intoxicating scent further permeated the confined space of the stateroom. It was potent, but not objectionable - quite the opposite. Then, she slipped out of her house slippers and padded to stand barefoot within inches of Jake's chest. Looking him over, head to toe, to her mind, they would "fit" perfectly together.

"I thought it would be nice to get to know each other. Finally, I admit that I would like to get to know you better. What you would decide is up to you. I was only hoping..."

"Talk, talk, talk. And men say women are too chatty. Do you mind if ...?"

Diana got busy, while Jake's dazed and confused mind swirled from the scented potion. The mere presence of this blond goddess in his stateroom was overwhelming. He was physically functional but mentally out of control. What the Hell was really going on here?

Diana took off Jake's robe and tossed it on the seat next to her peignoir. One by one, she unbuttoned his pajama top, slid it down his arms and tossed it over onto his robe. Only one thing left to do as Jake just stood, nearly paralyzed. His eyes glazed over trance-like.

Diana tipped up on her toes to softly lick Jake's lips vertically, then horizontally before gingerly pressing her lips into his and applying a gentle suction. Jake eased into automatic pilot and returned her soft kiss. It seemed electric. He wanted more, but he would be denied for the moment. Her kiss only revved his engine inside. Diana withdrew to look deeply into his eyes. "Show me your soul, " she commanded while he looked back into her eyes. She wanted to find his soul before she kissed him again. There was something about the way he smiled at her just at that moment, then she knew. He had looked for her soul too. He saw it because he was looking for her too. That was it... the moment of magic. The moment they made that blissful magic connection.

Diana continued to mark her man with lipstick prints. She held his head at the base of his neck with her right hand, leaned up to him and gently kissed him again, slowly on his open lips. A nibble at his left ear and further down on his neck and Jake was fighting for control. Her left hand reached down to his cock and relieved it from the stress of his silk pajama bottoms with a double stroke grip before her lips moved down to graze his nipples. With the tip of her tongue, she tested each of them in turn to judge their sensitivity as her hand continued her two-stroke, pause-play. All Jake wanted to do or could do was groan with pleasure.

Still in a trance, Jake was able to gently hug her close to him with his left arm as his right hand gently smoothed the hair from Diana's face. He appreciated her beauty even by the dimness of the night-light. She was beautiful in the bar car, but dim light here had a quality all its own. Jake was getting weak in the knees, but Diana was just getting started with him.

Carefully, she put his cock back into his pajama bottoms, then reached around him to the top of his ass cheeks and slid her fingers into the waistband then slid her hands down from his waist. She caressed around his buttocks before moving lower down his hips and down his legs, keeping full contact with his skin all the way down. Her hair briefly caught on his hard cock creating yet another surprise sensory pleasure for him. She left the pajamas in a pile around his ankles. He stepped out. His cock was now fully engorged, and his balls were tight. She leaned over and sucked only the head of his cock for a long-wet minute and slowly licked his balls to judge his physical response.

Jake had thoughts of making his own moves, but this was Diana's show, and she had the starring role at center stage for the moment.

Her hands were still wrapped around his ankles. She slid them back up his legs and flattened her hand and squeezed him until her fingers surrounded his ass cheeks and met at the center of his crevice. Then, she squeezed them tightly digging her nails into his cheek crack while pulling him almost off-balance toward her so that his cock, once again, found her lips and open mouth. She nibbled and sucked only with her lips at the head as she began to salivate heavily. Using her abundant saliva, she lubricated the entire length of him slowly with her tongue. She made sure that no part of his length was left unattended before returning to the head. Then finally she stroked his length through her lips and into her mouth. It was hot, hard and tasty as a salty drop of precum touched her lips, she licked it off and spread the taste over the roof of her mouth.

Jake was moaning low. In his mind he was hoping against hope that he wouldn't cum before he wanted to - more importantly, before she wanted him to. His knees were getting weaker. Coming around from his trance, he wanted to help, but Diana was in control. This was her gift to him.

She held the tip of his cock in her mouth between her lips with slight suction and swirled her tongue over and around it without taking it out of her mouth or handling it. She released her grip on his ass cheeks and moved her hands to remove her nightgown. She grasps the gown at the hemline and pulled it steadily, but slowly up her body. When she got it up to her neck, she had a problem. Unfortunately, she would have to let go of Jake's cock.

Diana released his cock from her lips with a sudden powerful suck which made a loud popping sound. Jake smiled. Immediately, she latched hold of his cock again with her free hand, while pulling the gown over her head and dropping where it fell down her back and onto her toes, tucked under her heart-shaped bottom.