After seven days on an Alaskan Cruise, courtesy of the company I work for, it was time to get back to work. I was in a taxi going from pier 91 to King Street Station when I got a text on my phone. It was from Mr. Stevens, the company's CEO. After a week at sea, I thought I was going to have a relaxing 48-hour trip aboard a passenger train from Seattle to Chicago. All that ended with a short text from the big guy, my boss. I took it all in stride since the company had paid for the cruise and the train ride.
"Hey Wett, this is Stevens. There will be a new hire, meeting you at the station, will you see to it that she makes it aboard the train? lol," the first line of the text read. "Her name is Erika, Erika Swift," it went on. "Try to get to know her a little, evaluate her skill set. I trust your judgement; you can brief me when the two of you get to Chicago. I told her to meet you at the ticket Kiosk 15-Minutes before the train leaves. I hope you enjoyed your trip!" is how the message ended.
I smiled softly, slipped my phone back into my pocket and gazed out the window at the Space Needle. Little did I know then, just how much the next 48 hours would change my life. After I got to the station, I grabbed a terrible cup of coffee from the vending machine and waited patiently by the Kiosk, checking emails from my accounts on my phone while I stood there. The sound of high heels clicking on the ceramic tile floor of the station quickly captured my attention.
A beautiful young, caramel skinned Black woman in a slate gray business skirt, matching jacket, a thin white low-cut blouse with a white lace bra underneath approached me. She wore white seamed hose, presumably stockings, and four-inch white leather pumps. Her long dark hair was pulled up in a business style bun, long dangly earrings hung from her earlobes. Her lips were full and painted a shimmering shade of mauve. She was all business, prim and proper.
"Mr. Wett?" she asked in a voice as soft as cotton.
"Yes," I replied, looking up from my phone as she stuck out her hand.
"I'm Erika Swift," she smiled as I shook her hand. "I understand that I am supposed to travel with you to Chicago. I'll try not to be an imposition," she said softly.
"I'm Wett, Uhl B. Wett," I told her with a smile as I introduced myself.
Ms. Swift retrieved her prepaid ticket from the Kiosk, then we grabbed our bags and headed to the boarding platform. Bedroom Suite E, in car number 5410 her ticket read. "That's strange," I thought to myself, pretty sure that was the same thing my ticket said. The conductor checked our tickets and directed us to the proper car. We boarded the train and walked down the narrow aisle to our rooms. I let her go first so that I could watch her ass sway. The sweet scent of her perfume filled my nostrils as we walked.
The train we were taking to Chicago was a Superliner. We met a personal attendant in the narrow corridor who showed us to our rooms, or should I say room. As fate would have it, my room was also Suite E. It seems corporate, trying to save money, made our 2-Day reservations for a bedroom Suite. That's two family-bedrooms, normally divided by a sliding mirrored wall. In a suite the wall is pushed back and locked open, to provide double the space.
I explained to the attendant that during the day that would be fine as we had some things to work together on, but at bedtime that could be a problem, so she unlocked the wall and showed us both how it worked. She told us her room was just two doors down if we needed anything during our 2,200-mile journey to the Windy City. It was almost sunset when the train pulled away from the platform. Our trip would take us through the Northern Rockies and across the Great Plains, through Minnesota and Wisconsin before we reached Chicago.
Both of us took the accommodation in stride and settled in for the two-day ride. I sat down on the lower bunk on one side of the suite and she on the other side of the suite. Ms. Swift unbuttoned her jacket before she sat down and crossed her legs, revealing the lace tops of her pretty stockings when she did. Her blouse was very low cut, and provided a great view of her ample, caramel toned breast cleavage, her white lace bra was elegant and pretty. I couldn't help but stare, my interest in her breasts must have made her a little uncomfortable.
Ms. Swift adjusted her blouse, weary of my wolf-like gaze. Black girls had never really interested me, but this one, well this one was different. I caught myself daydreaming multiple times about what might be hiding beneath her proper business attire. I felt myself begin to harden as I mentally stripped her naked. I wondered curiously about everything from the feel of her lips, the size of her nipples, to the taste of her sweet black pussy. This train ride was either going to be heaven or hell. There was no middle ground for me.
Corporate had scheduled a late dining time for both of us, 8:45 PM. We still had a couple of hours before we needed to head to the dining car. Ms. Swift flashed me her white lace panties a couple different times during our "Get to know each other" conversation. Her smile was very infectious, and beneath her prim and proper facade was a horny sense of humor. It quickly became clear that Ms. Swift, Erika as she preferred to be called, might be more adventurous than I had initially thought.
After a delicious late-night dinner in the dining car, Flat Iron Steak for me, Salmon for her, we returned to our suite. There was a bottle of bourbon and two clean glasses in my travel bag, souvenirs from the cruise. I pulled them out and poured us both a nightcap. We chatted as we sipped our drinks, and she began to relax. Good bourbon has that effect on people. When the drinks were gone, Ms. Swift told me she was tired and ready for bed. She yawned and stretched before she stood up and moved to her side of the suite.
She slowly slid the mirrored dividing wall only three quarters of the way across the opening, which I found a little odd. I took a moment and stripped down naked, then slipped into a pair of comfortable lounge pants before leaning back against the corner of the lower bunk, just below the reading light with a book. I could see her reflection quite well in the window. I flipped off the overhead lights to remove the glare, rubbed my needy cock and prepared for the show.
"Goodnight Mr. Wett," she said softly, sighing slightly, after seeing the lights go out on my side of the suite.
Ms. Swift slowly pulled the bottom of her top from beneath the waistband of her skirt. I slid my hand into my pants and softly stroked my rapidly growing cock, watching curiously as she undressed. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it slowly off her shoulders, then reached back and unfastened her pretty lace bra. Her tits jutted outward then settled softly as she pulled it off and tossed it onto the bunk.
Her gumdrop sized nipples were dark and hard; the only thing they truly lacked was my lips wrapped around the tips like a pacifier. She slipped off her heels, then turned slightly, unzipping her skirt, shimmying out of it, letting it fall around her ankles. Her ass looked amazing; a white lace garter belt covered the tops of her buttocks. Her tightly stretched suspender straps were anchored to the lace tops of her sexy stockings.
The floss portion of her matching thong was sandwiched snuggly between her perfect ass cheeks. I watched growing more aroused, softly stroking my cock as she reached back and unsnapped the rear straps of her garter, then one leg at a time lifted her feet up onto the bunk and unsnapped the front straps. Her big soft tits hung nicely as she bent over and rolled her stockings slowly down her thighs and over her calves.
I watched and tightened my grip, as she slowly pulled her painted toes from the gathered silk rings. She unfastened the rear of her lace garter belt and laid it softly on top of the delicate pile of silk and lace beside her. The hew hire left her sexy lace panties on, there was a puffy dark triangle in the gusset, from her thick bristly, neatly trimmed pubes. She shimmied softly as she stepped into her pajama bottoms.
She put on her top, buttoning it slowly, then slid out her bunk as she prepared to lay down for the night. I was fully erect by the time she finished dressing for bed and turned out the lights on her side of the suite. The cruise had left me exhausted, even though I was rock-hard, I quickly drifted off to sleep. I had only been asleep a short while when I felt something warm and wet against my lips, it woke me from my slumber, it was Ms. Swift. I woke up slightly startled.
"Miss Swift is everything OK," I asked groggily, sitting upright quickly as she licked her lips.
"I couldn't sleep," she said softly, stammering slightly, innocently biting her low lip as she moved closer, her hands folded softly in front of her.
The sexy vixen stepped back slowly as I stood up and looked down at her, wiping her tender kiss slowly from my lips with the tips of my fingers. Her long dark hair cascaded gently over her shoulders. Purring softly, she moved closer and moved her fingers slowly through the hair on my bare chest, pushing her fingernails across my nipples, circling them slowly, kissing them gently, sucking them lightly, as I stood there, taken by surprise.
"I usually have a snack before bed," She whispered seductively, looking up at me with her big brown eyes before cupping my nape, then kissing me softly.
I gently brushed back the hair from her pretty face, my cock growing fuller and harder inside my lounge pants as I gazed at the ebony beauty in front of me. There was unmistakable sexual tension in the air, an undeniable hunger in her sparkling brown eyes. I had never fucked a Black woman before, so explicit thoughts of making love to this pretty young girl were suddenly consuming me. My tongue was longing for a taste and my full balls were aching for release.
"Maybe something warm in your stomach might help you sleep," I told her with a smile, nervously reaching up, letting my fingers glide softly along the side of her left breast. Her tits were firm, her nipples were amazing and poked prominently against the soft red silk. "Cute jammies by the way," I said with a smile, my fingers softly tracing the undersides of her big soft tits.
She stood there quietly, her hands flat on my shoulders, gazing into my hungry hazel eyes as I slowly unbuttoned her red silk pajama top, fully exposing her breast cleavage, running my hands softly up over her firm full breasts, pushing the top open with the backs of my hands, watching the two sides part like red velvet theater curtains. Her hard chocolate-colored nipples took center stage as she drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, and kissed me softly.
My "would be" ebony lover pushed her warm soft hand beneath my loosely tied lounge pants, her palm caressed the swollen pink head of my hard throbbing cock, her fingers subtly measured its length, her grip surveyed its seemingly impressive girth as I softly kissed, licked and sucked at her blood gorged nipples. She was slowly melting in my arms.
