Taken on the Train
On the fifth day of Jan's visit, she was sitting on my back patio, wearing a t-shirt and short shorts with no underwear, flipping through a California guide book she had picked up somewhere. "How about wine tasting?"
"Are you that bored that you want to hit the tourist traps?"
"We did pretty well at the museum," she grinned, blushing. "But, yeah. Wine tasting?"
Scooting my chair next to hers, I looked at the book, as I stroked her nipple through her shirt. "There's Temecula just a couple hour's drive. They have some marvelous vineyards."
"How far to Napa Valley?"
"Maybe ten-hours," I said, trying to discourage that idea while cupping both tits and squeezing them gently.
"I don't think I have your full attention."
"That's simply not true," I lifted her shirt over her large tits, leaning in to suck first one nipple, then the other. "You have my complete attention. The guide book does not."
I heard her catch her breath as I gently bit one engorged nipple. She flipped a few more pages. "Have you ever taken the train?"
"If you mean the subway downtown, yeah," I moved to the other nipple, sucking and biting, "Not much of a tourist thing."
"Oh, Lover... yes" she whimpered before refocusing. "No. Not the subway. The
train
. There's a train that follows the coast the whole way up to Seattle," She studied the schedule. "It's supposed to have spectacular views of the ocean."
"I've heard of it," I kept licking and fondling her sensitive breasts. She arched up to my mouth as her hips began gradually rocking. My fingers traced up her thigh, slipping into her pant leg.
"It says, if we take the overnight instead of daylight, which are booked up a month in advance, it's cheaper and we can leave tomorrow!" She was getting very excited. My fingertips found the soft stubble growing in on her labia. I caressed her with long, gentle strokes. "I'm doing it," Jan said breathlessly, her hips pushing against my fingers as my mouth teased her tits.
"But if we take the overnight, there will be no view for most of the trip."
"I have an idea how to pass the time, Lover."
"Stand up, please."
She obeyed while taking her phone from her pocket and finding the railroad website. "Good. There's a deluxe upper suite on tomorrow's train," she tapped the screen. "Good."
I opened her shorts, letting them drop to her bare feet. I kissed her labia. "Good," she repeated at the screen. My tongue slipped under her lips, finding her clitoris, shy and hiding. I licked it with long strokes.
"Good," she said again, her chest heaving, her fingers casually lacing through my hair. I sucked her clit into my mouth as I slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy which got warmer and wetter at my touch. "Good," she tapped the screen twice more. "Booked. Good."
My fingers slid in and out, pressing the walls of her vagina as she humped my face. "Good, GOOD, GOOD, OH YES, SOOOO GOOD. FUCK YES," her orgasm was quick and powerful, her cunt gripped my fingers as she fucked her hips against my tongue.
I held her hips as she sunk back into her chair, her shirt still bunched above her tits and her hands drifting across her clit. "I think I'm going to enjoy this trip."
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The Guide books will tell you that Union Station in downtown Los Angeles, is the last of the old-time train stations. The gigantic lobby was tiled in deep umber with dark wood everywhere. A tile mosaic in the floor evoked a compass. The chairs in the waiting area were wide and padded for weary travelers. A solo pianist had taken advantage of the "public welcome" piano.
Over the large archway to the west boarding platform, a mural depicted peoples of several ages, backgrounds, and ethnic and cultural groups.
Everywhere people were greeting or kissing or hugging or saying farewell to loved ones.
When we emerged on the platform, the tracks seem to go forever in both directions. The sleek, silver train was already waiting.
We followed the instructions on our ticket to find our car, where a handsome man in his mid-twenties checked our IDs to match the tickets. Like most men, he seemed particularly taken with Jan and her v-neck pullover. "Welcome Miss Janice. My name is Ken and I am your personal concierge on this journey to," he checked the ticket, "Napa."
Ken looked like he had stepped from an action film. His chest and arm muscles strained his shirt as he picked up and stowed our luggage, before turning back to Jan. "If there is anything you need, please ask. May I show you to your cabin?"
"Of course," Jan said. When Ken turned away, Jan looked at me, fanning herself with her fingers and silently mouthed, "Wow."
I chuckled, but Jan was so taken by this charming man that, as she stepped up into the train, she lost her footing, falling back toward the concrete platform. Before I could think, Ken had his arms under her knees and across her back, catching her with seemingly effortless ease. He boosted her in his arms, shifting his grip further up her backside while bringing her large breasts close enough that Jan could feel his breath on her cleavage. "Thank you, Ken," Jan said, a bit breathless.
Ken smiled. "These older trains can be a bit tricky. If you will allow me," rather than setting her down, the young man proceeded to carry her though the door and onto the landing in the train. At the last minute he seemed to remember me. "If you will follow us, I will show you to your cabin."
I picked up our garment bags and small carry-ons.
Jan grinned at me and shrugged as Ken started down the narrow corridor. I saw him turn his head to say something in Jan's ear. She giggled and shyly covered the open V of her shirt, which had gapped, displaying some very nice cleavage.
He had to turn sideways as the corridor narrowed. I saw him shift his grip again, pushing his fingers against Jan's ass crack through her jeans. Her butt wiggled appreciatively.
Soon we were climbing a cramped, switchback stairway. As Ken took each step carefully, he seemed to "bump" a bit, letting Jan bounce in his arms. At the top of the stairs, and one particularly firm bounce, his fingers pressed into her ass and Jan yelped, grabbing his head as though afraid he would drop her. She pulled his face to her breasts.
With me standing right behind them, Ken opened his mouth and bit her nipple over her shirt and bra. "AH, yes," Jan gasped, tossing her thick white hair in a dazzling display of excitement.
He lifted his head, leaving a wet spot on her tit, and continued along the upper corridor. "The room numbers are on a sign next to each door," his fingers had moved up Jan's crack, between her legs at her pussy, "so it's easy to find your entrance."
"Subtle," I had to comment.
Jan's face was flushed, her tits heaving. She grinned at me. "Lover, how hard would you say Ken is now?"
I stepped close and cupped Ken's crotch. He seemed surprised. "Very hard," I squeezed, "but not very big."
Jan gazed into Ken's eyes as she petted his hair. "Not big... yet."
I stroked Ken through his pants. "Not insecure, are you Ken?"
