What do you do when you have an important business meeting in another state? It's really quite simple, you book a plane ticket and off you go. Of course, if there's a sudden snow storm that closes the airport you might have a bit of a problem.
My secretary had no problem coming up with a solution. She booked me on the overnight train. It's just a twelve hour journey, she pointed out, and you can sleep most of it.
I could, I decided, sleep a damn sight easier if she'd managed to book me into a sleeper carriage. I was stuck in a cabin for six, but there were only four people in the cabin. That was good, there was plenty of room. The down side was that the other three people were a young woman in her early twenties and two small children.
I managed to ignore them until we had left the city and were rolling through the countryside. I was sitting next to one window. The two kids were sitting opposite me next to the other window and fighting over it. You know the sort of thing. Deliberately getting in each other's way and accusing the other of offending.
If I snarled at the kids they might shut up but might also start crying. Plus the mother would be upset. I took the easy way out. I moved up a bit and pointed to the little boy.
"You, move over to this seat and use this window. You'll find it's a much nicer window than the one your sister has."
Their mother promptly protested that I shouldn't have to give up my seat just so her little darling could look out the window. I pointed out that there was plenty of room on the seat and I was working, not looking out the window.
The kids calmed down, each with their own window, chatting to each other and pointing out all the things they could see. There was a certain amount of shuffling between seats so they could determine if one window was better than the other but that was done quite amicably.
Time passed. The kids had some snacks and it was plain that they were going to nod off very soon. The little boy faded out first, leaning up against his mother and zonking out. The little girl at that stage was sitting next to my window and a short time later she slumped over, head on my lap and joined her brother.
The kid's mother promptly got upset. It wasn't fair to me to have the little girl leaning against me while she slept.
"Listen, woman," I told her, "just leave her where she is until she's properly asleep. If you try to move her now she'll wake up and be all grizzly and probably wake up the boy and you'll have two whiners on your hand. Give her fifteen minutes to really settle down and then you can put them both on that seat."
She looked a little dubious but what I'd said made sense. All she had to do was wait a while, letting the kids really settle down. Accordingly she went with the plan, sitting back and waiting. Eventually she eased out from under the little boy, arranging him on the seat. Then she flashed me a quick smile and moved the little girl next to him. I shifted over next to the window, leaving her room to sit.
I slumped against the window and tried to catch some sleep, dreaming about sending my secretary to Nome, Alaska, preferably by dog-sled in a blizzard. I did start to doze off but woke when someone leaned on me.
The mother was dosing and using me as a pillow. She wasn't a kid who'd get all whiney if I pushed her off but I nobly refrained. When all was said and done, she was a pretty young woman, and who could object to a pretty young thing snuggling up against you.
I did adjust her position slightly so that her head was resting on my thigh. Before I faded out again I noticed that she'd wriggled about and lifted her legs up onto the seat and she was now lying stretched out with a comfortable pillow.
I dosed again and I woke up with a bit of a start. My pretty young friend had rolled over in her sleep and her hand was in front of her face. Please remember that her head was resting on my thigh, facing me. Now place her hand between her head and my body, and guess what it happened to be resting on? Resting, hell. Her hand had closed over her prize and was holding it quite firmly.
This was not a good thing where I was concerned. Well, it was, but maybe slightly inappropriate for our current relationship. I took her shoulder and gently shook her, trying to ease her awake. I succeeded, although the results weren't quite what I expected.
She stirred, then her hand tightened slightly. She went quite still and I heard her give a sleepy giggle. Then her hand started moving up and down on my cock, encouraging what was already a raging erection. I shook her again and she opened her eyes, looking up at me, a sleepy smile on her face.
I saw the moment when she realised where she was. The smile drained off her face and an embarrassed flush took its place.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean to lean on you."
I didn't say anything, letting the rest of the situation filter through her sleepy mind.
"Oh, fuck," she said in a shocked voice, snatching her hand away from where it had been doing such interesting things, and jumping to her feet. "Oh my god. What did you think you were doing?"
"Just sitting here being assaulted, ma'am," I said. "I thought I'd better wake you before you unzipped me."
"Oh my god," she gasped. "This is so embarrassing. I don't know what came over me."
"You were asleep," I pointed out. "You were probably dreaming."
"But, but, oh god, this is terrible."
"No harm done," I pointed out.
"Oh my god," she said again, this time while looking at my crotch. "It's all swollen. My husband says it's painful to leave it all swollen like that. I'm so sorry."
I've never considered an erection to be painful. An unused one could be frustrating, but not painful.
"Not really your fault," I said bravely. "You were asleep and didn't know what you were doing."
"But I feel terrible. You were so kind about the children when I know they must have been a bit annoying, and now this. I need to make this right."
And just how do you propose to do that lady? Give me a blowjob?
She must have seen the disbelief on my face because she flushed again and started yammering.
"What I mean, that is, it's my fault, if I hadn't, ah perhaps I could," she mumbled, making a movement of her hand, her fingertips curled to touch her thumb.
She was offering to finish me off by hand.
