I've always delighted in finding an unexpected sexual treat.
The last place I thought I would find one was on a train.
The City of New Orleans was making its way between Memphis and Chicago and I was awake. Maybe it was too much coffee. Or a buzz from too many drinks on Beale Street in Memphis on St Patrick's Day. There were a lot of drinks, some of them green, others not, all consumed in good faith, and then I got onto the train bound for Chicago.
The train pulled out of the station on time, shortly before midnight and I wandered the corridor, walking back and forth between the observation car and our sleeper car. My boyfriend slept the sleep of angels, sprawled on the bunk, the blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon and I wandered the corridors.
The train was smooth, relatively quiet. I had expected a clanging noise of the wheels on the rails, but there were none. Every now and then there would be a quick whap whap as we hit an uneven spot. But it was quiet like a fine hotel.
And then I heard it. A moan, soft, but urgent, and I stopped at the door and listened. Another moan, this one deeper, louder.
I looked up and down the corridor and I was the only one out in the hall. I stepped closer to the sliding glass door. The curtain was pulled across, but not all of the way, leaving about a quarter of the window uncovered. The interior car room was lit with the ceiling light.
A young man with brown curly hair stood in the center of the car room; his pants were bunched at his feet. A woman, her blond hair streaked with a green highlight, sat on the bunk, her hands rested on each of his ass cheeks. His cock was in her mouth and she bobbed her head forward and back, taking him in her mouth, sliding his cock between her lips.
I stood there, transfixed, watching him fuck her mouth. He moaned again and placed his hands lightly on her head, guiding her movements on his cock. The man stood tall, his head tossed back, his eyes closed, and enjoyed the blowjob. I knew he was enjoying it (which guy doesn't enjoy one?) because a smile crossed his lips just before I heard a moan pass over them.
The woman looked happy as well. Her fingers dug into his ass, I could see the tension in her hands, and she was looking up at his face as her lips slid up and down on the hard cock.
I was three feet from them yet a world away on the other side of the glass. I had my own private sex show. I licked my fingers and slid my hand into my panties and toward my clit. My first two fingers immediately touched my clit and I felt a jolt that nearly startled me, my clit was so sensitive from watching them for a while before touching myself. I stood quietly in the dark hall, watching the lovers, my fingers slowly circling my clit.
I started watching when I was in college. I had never seen people have sex, and I was a virgin when I started college. Oh, I had had boyfriends and there had been some heavy petting and fondling and maybe I had even jerked some guy's cock, but I had never had intercourse. It was the second week of college when I walked into my dorm room and found my roommate Vivian in bed with her boyfriend.
Vivian was a gorgeous Vietnamese girl, tall, thin, an athletic dancer. She had short black hair that framed her face. She has a wickedly sexy smile. She seemed like the girl next door during the first two weeks of school.
It was late on a Saturday night and I returned to the dorm alone after a bad date. Before I could turn on the overhead light, I heard Vivian. There were a few candles around the room. I saw her on her hands and knees, some guy behind her, fucking her doggy.
