I recently had the pleasure of taking a leisurely trip by train, across this great nation of ours. It was three nights on the train and the experience proved to be much more interesting than I had anticipated. It was the morning of the second day when we were stopped in Saskatoon and I opened my eyes. I realized what I had done.
I had my own cabin and although it was small, it was large enough to accommodate a fold down bed, which was extremely comfortable. When I retired the night before I was very tired and forgot to pull my shade down, as it was extremely dark outside, at the time. My bed was at the same level as the window and when I opened my eyes I freaked out. We had stopped at the station and the sun had just come up. I jumped up and tried to pull the shade down as quickly as I could and as I fumbled with the mechanism I saw a young man standing on the platform, next to two older people. He was staring at me, with his mouth slightly open.
I sleep nude and I know he could see my breasts as well as a possible quick glimpse my pussy. I finally managed to get the shade down, threw my tracksuit on and quickly walked to the shower stall at the end of the car. I showered, returned to my cabin, dressed and went for breakfast, slowly putting the morning events from my mind.
I spent time in my cabin reading and enjoying the view and had almost forgotten my embarrassment until I went to the dining car for lunch and saw him sitting next to the older people from the platform. I caught his stare and nervously smiled.
I was sure he had seen me in my 'morning glory' and felt my face flush, as he stared at me when I walked by.
I ate quietly and decided to go to the bar car for a glass of wine only to see the three of them sitting there staring out the window. The older man (he was actually my age), it turned out was the father. He smiled and said hello and I returned the greeting. He began to chat with me and it was not long when I learned that he and his wife were sending their son, Ben to Toronto as a birthday gift for his eighteenth birthday. I was surprised and looked at the boy, who smiled for the first time. I did not think he was eighteen, but wished him a happy birthday. I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed my present this morning when he stared into my cabin window, but thought better of it.
The parents were de-training in Winnipeg later that afternoon and their son, Ben would be continuing on by himself. We talked and drank more wine and actually got along well. The parents were friendly and well spoken and although Ben was very shy, he seemed like a nice boy.
We were about 30 minutes from Winnipeg and the father said he would go and get their belongings. The mother asked about accommodation and I explained that I had a cabin. They said Ben had a berth (the basic difference is that a berth is two bunk beds with a curtain for privacy, where as a cabin has a sink, a toilet and a door, which locks).
The father returned and asked his wife if she was ready. They said goodbye to their son and asked me to keep an eye on him. I think it was his first trip alone and based on his shyness I assumed he leads a very sheltered life. I remembered thinking about myself at eighteen; what a difference.
Ben walked them to the door and I saw them on the platform. A few minutes later Ben returned and I asked him if he wanted a glass of wine. I forgot that legal drinking age is 19 and when I ordered a second glass the waiter looked at Ben and then at me. I smiled and he left, returning a moment later with two glasses of Shiraz. We chatted a bit about school and when I looked at my watch I saw it was nearly supper time. I asked Ben if he wanted to join me and he said he did. I returned to my cabin to freshen up and when I stood I realized the wine was taking its effect.
I washed in the small sink and used the toilet. I decided to change my blouse and opted for a clean, white one. I looked in the mirror, still pleased with my shape. Although I was in my late fifties my daily trips to the aerobic gym had paid off.
There was little fat and even after two kids I had maintained a shapely form. By breasts were sagging slowly and although I had gone from a C cup to a D cup I had maintained a 36 inch circumference, so I was quite pleased. My nipples have always been perky and noticeable. In high school I used to cover them with adhesive tape to avoid cruel comments from my peers. I looked at my bra and decided to be little adventurous. I took it off and put on my blouse. I felt a tingle when I thought about Ben seeing my nipples push against the blouse, especially after having viewed me nude this morning.
I noticed Ben's eyes drop to my breasts several times during dinner, thinking that I did not notice, but we did make eye contact one time. I asked him if everything was OK and he nodded. After dinner we played bingo and stared at the stars above the dark prairie outside. He asked if I knew how to turn his seat into a bed and I explained the staff would bring it down. I suggested we go and check it out, as it was getting late and probably time to retire.
He wasn't impressed with his accommodation and I didn't blame him. He had the upper bunk with no window. It was narrow and dark. He asked me about my cabin and I tried to downplay it. He seemed interested and I asked if he wanted to see it.
They had already put my bed down for the night so there was no where to go except to sit on it. Ben said it was nice and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a minute. He did and we sat in the bed. I reached for the shade and pulled it down, mentioning that I forgot to do that the night before. I looked at Ben for a reaction. He stared at me.
"You saw me this morning, didn't you?" I asked, putting him on the spot. He stared at me nervously and slowly nodded his head. "It's OK," I said, smiling. "It was my own fault. I was quite embarrassed." I asked if he had seen a nude woman before and he shook his head.
