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Trains Always Mean Sex
At short one this time. The train ride is only two hours, after all. Enjoy - Emmerson
I had taken to riding the train between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara as an inexpensive excuse to get out of the house in these post-pandemic times. I would climb aboard at Union Station and enjoy the smooth, quiet ride along the Pacific Ocean for two hours. In the upper level of "business class" seating there were few passengers and plenty of seats available. Often my only companions were the conductor who came through the cabin soon after departure to scan my ticket, and a porter who brought complimentary snacks and water. Sometimes, by the time we passed Burbank, I didn't see another soul until I disembarked at the Santa Barbara station.
On one trip to the coastal town, I came across a local liquor store with my favorite brand of bourbon at a substantial sale price. I bought two bottles, thinking I would enjoy one with the smoked cheese and crackers, the railroad provided free of charge.
The next day as I boarded for the Friday evening commute home, I asked the porter for a glass (not a plastic cup) and some ice. I sat in the upper level, facing forward and poured the bourbon over the ice as I prepared to enjoy the view of the ocean alongside the tracks.
One other passenger was in the car; a woman sitting across the aisles and slightly ahead of me, in a seat facing the back of the train. Perhaps in her 60s like me, dressed very sharp as if for some kind of professional or executive event. Her black heeled boots were shiny all the way to her knees, where they stopped at black tights, which disappeared under a tweed skirt about mid-thigh. The upper half of her body was covered by a tweed cape that matched the skirt.
When she opened the small bottle of red wine she had gotten from the porter with her cheese and crackers, the sound got my attention and I realized she had caught me looking up the shadowed hollow between her legs. She gave me a wink and a brilliant smile as she poured her wine.
I lifted my glass of amber liquid to toast her and she did the same with her red as she spread her legs, slightly, allowing me an enticing, but still limited, view up her skirt. It was enough to reveal the pale flesh at the top of what I thought were tights, but turned out to be stockings or thigh-highs.
As I sipped the bourbon, I felt movement between my legs. I put some smoked Gouda on a cracker, ate it and took a deeper drink, enjoying the clatter of the ice cubes. Her slight movement catching my eye, I looked at my cabin mate who had a hand under her skirt, long fingers idly caressing her thigh above the stockings. Her gaze was through the window across the aisle at the sun-dappled ocean.
Setting my glass down and leaning my head against the window, I gave in to a half-dream of her fingers guiding mine, under her skirt to a waiting pussy. The gentle rhythm of the rails soon had me fast asleep. Only escort gaziantep bayan numaraları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-numaralari) a few minutes later (before the announcement of the next stop, which were about 10 minutes apart), I was awakened by the woman sliding into the aisle seat next to me. When I roused and looked at her, I realized my dream had resulted in a significant bulge at the front of my pants. I tried to shift away for the sake of modesty. She held out her hand as introduction. "Katherine," she said smiling. I took her hand in mine, "Jason," I said, "did you get tired of riding backward?"
"Not at all, Jason," she reached for my bourbon, "but since that pitiful bottle of not-very-good Cabernet was gone and you have a nearly full bottle of the best bourbon on the market, I thought I might offer a trade."
I pointed to her original seat, "You left your crackers over there. What did you plan to share?"
"Only this," she lifted the folding arm between our seats and ran her hand over my crotch and unzipped my pants. I was frozen with desire as Katherine lifted my engorged dick from my fly. "I noticed this from way over there while you slept. Since the last thing you saw before you dozed off was up my skirt, I figured I'm at least partially responsible." She quickly had her head in my lap and her mouth around my cock, licking and sucking as I grew across her tongue. "Mm. And worth the trip across the aisle."
I poured two fingers over the ice in my glass. When she lifted her mouth from my lap, I went to hand it to her. Smiling, she took the glass, then, guiding my hand up her skirt, passed the stockings until my fingers, chilled from the glass, found her pantieless pussy. She quivered from my touch as she settled back into the seat and took a long drink of bourbon. Draping her cape over her lap, she didn't exactly hide what my hand was doing, but kept the specifics from prying eyes. Her eye's rolled back and her hips lurched up and down on my fingers.
"I'm so glad we wrapped early today so I caught this train instead of my usual on Saturday morning," she said between gasps.
"Wrapped?" I asked, my thumb strumming her clit.
"I'm an actress. I often come up on Monday and shoot all week, returning home on the weekend. Today we finished in time, I get to sleep in my own bed."
"Every week? What's the movie?"
She leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially as she pushed my fingers deeper into her cunt. "Granny porn."
"What?"
Her grin was pure mischief. "Yep. Evidently there's quite a market for older women being fucked by handsome young guys. I've got a whole series of movies as 'Granny Edna.'
I stared into her eyes, my finger's barely moving.
"Have I shocked you?" She brought my hand out and licked her juice from my fingers.
"Not shock. It's just that you don't look old enough to be anyone's 'granny.'"
She cradled my face in her palm. "You escort bayan gaziantep reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) are very sweet. But I think my daughter's children would disagree with you." She licked my fingers again, slipping them between the buttons of her blouse to slide over her nipples. She kissed me, gentle and playful as I caressed and pinched her. With y hand inside her shirt, I understood some of the casting decisions. Her breasts were large but hung low and loose doen her ribs. Sexy but implied an age beyond her years.
"Now," she said as she lifted the arm on the aisle side of her seat and turned her hips so she was facing the opposite side of the car. "Since you got distracted from fingering my pussy, maybe I can persuade you to lick me."
She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs so the lips of her pussy were easily visible. "Don't worry. There was no fucking today. Just fingers and tongues." I was climbing over her into the aisle. "So, anything you find down there is all me. But first, since you're up," she pointed to her original seat. "In my purse my red wallet has a $100 bill. Get it for me."
I felt a little foolish standing in the middle of a near-empty train car, with my pants at my ankles and my dick bobbing out in front of me but it only took a few seconds to find the money. I handed it to Karen who tucked it into the cup of her bra, before pulling her skirt up to her hips and spreading her legs wide, displaying her engorged clit and pink pussy above the pale flesh at the top of her stockings.
I was quickly on my knees in front of her, licking her lips and sucking her clit. "Oh my, yes, Jason. This is what I love. People ask, since I fuck for a living, how do I find passion in my everyday life. Might as well ask a chef why he doesn't cook at home every night. The actors I work with are all handsome stunt cocks in that perfectly chisled, artificial kind of way. They are all big dicks and solid chests but most are so young, they think that's all it takes. I don't have the heart to tell them I'm faking my orgasms most of the time."
I lifted my mouth to smile over her mound. "Acting,"
"Exactly! Just a minute." I saw the porter come up the stairs and pause next to me. Karen pulled the $100 bill from her shirt and handed it to him. "Here you go, Thomas, now take a seat like a good boy." She stroked my hair when I chuckled. "Not my first commute." She explained, casually as I continued to lick her. Thomas sat in the seat across from us, taking out his cock and stroking it quickly. She watched him for a moment before sighing and squeezing my head between her thighs. "Where was I?"
"Faking it on camera,"
"Oh yes. But a man like you, Jason, a man of age and experience who knows how to follow the cues of a woman's body, oh yes, and make genuine love to me... right there... let's this granny feel real passion."
I put two fingers into her wet gaziantep escort kız telefonları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-telefonlari) pussy. She rocked forward pressing them deep, crying out as I spread them, touching all sides of her vagina. "God, yes, Jason that's wonderful. You've got me so wet."
I heard Thomas grunt, reminding me of his presence. Karen was humping her cunt onto
my face. "You're so good at this. You're going to make me cum. But..."
Karen pushed me back and turned in her seat again, facing forward, "Fuck me, Jason. Bring that beautiful cock to my dripping cunt."
I stepped into the aisle. "Stand up." Karen obeyed quickly. As I sat in the seat, she turned and licked Thomas' dick. "Keep up, Thomas" she winked at him before sitting on my lap, backward, her legs on either side of mine. I took hold of her hips and guided her back so my hard cock slid easily into her wet pussy. She reached for the bourbon from the folding table, enjoying another deep drink as she pushed herself the full length down my cock. I reached around to diddle her clit.
"Oh God, Jason, you know just how to touch me. Now my tits. Hurt my tits."
My hands were instantly around her boobs, squeezing and tugging them. "Yes, Jason, more. My nipples," I pinched her nipples between my fingernails. Karen shouted, "FUCK JASON," I know they heard downstairs and I doubted Karen had enough hundreds for everyone. She pounded her butt onto my cock as her screams got louder and more obscene. "I'M CUMMING YOU SEXY MAN DON'T STOP! DON'T. FUCKING. STOP!"
She bounced faster and harder until, my dick erupted, filling her pussy with cum. "FUCK
ME JASON!" Her orgasm poured cum from her cunt, across my lap. I pinched and tugged her nipples once more. She shrieked then fell back into my arms.
I held her close, cooing I'm her ear. "There we go, Karen. I've got you." I heard Thomas shout and looked over in time to see his cum shoot through the air and onto the tray table. He looked over at us, embarrassed. Karen shrugged, "Sorry I couldn't be there to catch it all this time."
"I looked at her. "This time? How often do you fuck on the train?"
"Whenever I can. Trains are inherently sexy. Watch enough movies as you'll see it: north by Northwest, Risky Business, it's everywhere! Always long and going into deep tunnels. Always get me going. Especially after work. You should catch the Saturday morning route with me.
"You'd have to share him with Claudia," Thomas commented.
Karen kissed me, "The conductor. Bisexual, so you won't mind sharing would you?"
"I love sharing,"
"Speaking of sharing, one day when you have time you should come home with me. Not only would it give me more time with your talented cock, but my daughter would go crazy for how you eat pussy."
"Daughter?"
"Katherine. 23. Sexy as hell and one yummy cunt."
"I'll take your word for it."
"You don't have to. Come with me on a Saturday morning and find out for yourself!"
"Sounds like a plan." I was already getting hard again.
The PA system announced "Los Angeles, Union Station, Five minutes" and we stood up and gathered our things. "Do you have a car?" Karen asked.
"I'll get a ride-share." I shrugged.
"Where do you live? Let me drive you."
"Out by the airport, but I can't promise a sexy daughter to lick your cunt when we get there"
"You'll have to do. Don't forget the bourbon."
At short one this time. The train ride is only two hours, after all. Enjoy - Emmerson
I had taken to riding the train between Los Angeles and Santa Barbara as an inexpensive excuse to get out of the house in these post-pandemic times. I would climb aboard at Union Station and enjoy the smooth, quiet ride along the Pacific Ocean for two hours. In the upper level of "business class" seating there were few passengers and plenty of seats available. Often my only companions were the conductor who came through the cabin soon after departure to scan my ticket, and a porter who brought complimentary snacks and water. Sometimes, by the time we passed Burbank, I didn't see another soul until I disembarked at the Santa Barbara station.
On one trip to the coastal town, I came across a local liquor store with my favorite brand of bourbon at a substantial sale price. I bought two bottles, thinking I would enjoy one with the smoked cheese and crackers, the railroad provided free of charge.
The next day as I boarded for the Friday evening commute home, I asked the porter for a glass (not a plastic cup) and some ice. I sat in the upper level, facing forward and poured the bourbon over the ice as I prepared to enjoy the view of the ocean alongside the tracks.
One other passenger was in the car; a woman sitting across the aisles and slightly ahead of me, in a seat facing the back of the train. Perhaps in her 60s like me, dressed very sharp as if for some kind of professional or executive event. Her black heeled boots were shiny all the way to her knees, where they stopped at black tights, which disappeared under a tweed skirt about mid-thigh. The upper half of her body was covered by a tweed cape that matched the skirt.
When she opened the small bottle of red wine she had gotten from the porter with her cheese and crackers, the sound got my attention and I realized she had caught me looking up the shadowed hollow between her legs. She gave me a wink and a brilliant smile as she poured her wine.
I lifted my glass of amber liquid to toast her and she did the same with her red as she spread her legs, slightly, allowing me an enticing, but still limited, view up her skirt. It was enough to reveal the pale flesh at the top of what I thought were tights, but turned out to be stockings or thigh-highs.
As I sipped the bourbon, I felt movement between my legs. I put some smoked Gouda on a cracker, ate it and took a deeper drink, enjoying the clatter of the ice cubes. Her slight movement catching my eye, I looked at my cabin mate who had a hand under her skirt, long fingers idly caressing her thigh above the stockings. Her gaze was through the window across the aisle at the sun-dappled ocean.
Setting my glass down and leaning my head against the window, I gave in to a half-dream of her fingers guiding mine, under her skirt to a waiting pussy. The gentle rhythm of the rails soon had me fast asleep. Only escort gaziantep bayan numaraları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-numaralari) a few minutes later (before the announcement of the next stop, which were about 10 minutes apart), I was awakened by the woman sliding into the aisle seat next to me. When I roused and looked at her, I realized my dream had resulted in a significant bulge at the front of my pants. I tried to shift away for the sake of modesty. She held out her hand as introduction. "Katherine," she said smiling. I took her hand in mine, "Jason," I said, "did you get tired of riding backward?"
"Not at all, Jason," she reached for my bourbon, "but since that pitiful bottle of not-very-good Cabernet was gone and you have a nearly full bottle of the best bourbon on the market, I thought I might offer a trade."
I pointed to her original seat, "You left your crackers over there. What did you plan to share?"
"Only this," she lifted the folding arm between our seats and ran her hand over my crotch and unzipped my pants. I was frozen with desire as Katherine lifted my engorged dick from my fly. "I noticed this from way over there while you slept. Since the last thing you saw before you dozed off was up my skirt, I figured I'm at least partially responsible." She quickly had her head in my lap and her mouth around my cock, licking and sucking as I grew across her tongue. "Mm. And worth the trip across the aisle."
I poured two fingers over the ice in my glass. When she lifted her mouth from my lap, I went to hand it to her. Smiling, she took the glass, then, guiding my hand up her skirt, passed the stockings until my fingers, chilled from the glass, found her pantieless pussy. She quivered from my touch as she settled back into the seat and took a long drink of bourbon. Draping her cape over her lap, she didn't exactly hide what my hand was doing, but kept the specifics from prying eyes. Her eye's rolled back and her hips lurched up and down on my fingers.
"I'm so glad we wrapped early today so I caught this train instead of my usual on Saturday morning," she said between gasps.
"Wrapped?" I asked, my thumb strumming her clit.
"I'm an actress. I often come up on Monday and shoot all week, returning home on the weekend. Today we finished in time, I get to sleep in my own bed."
"Every week? What's the movie?"
She leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially as she pushed my fingers deeper into her cunt. "Granny porn."
"What?"
Her grin was pure mischief. "Yep. Evidently there's quite a market for older women being fucked by handsome young guys. I've got a whole series of movies as 'Granny Edna.'
I stared into her eyes, my finger's barely moving.
"Have I shocked you?" She brought my hand out and licked her juice from my fingers.
"Not shock. It's just that you don't look old enough to be anyone's 'granny.'"
She cradled my face in her palm. "You escort bayan gaziantep reklamları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-reklamlari) are very sweet. But I think my daughter's children would disagree with you." She licked my fingers again, slipping them between the buttons of her blouse to slide over her nipples. She kissed me, gentle and playful as I caressed and pinched her. With y hand inside her shirt, I understood some of the casting decisions. Her breasts were large but hung low and loose doen her ribs. Sexy but implied an age beyond her years.
"Now," she said as she lifted the arm on the aisle side of her seat and turned her hips so she was facing the opposite side of the car. "Since you got distracted from fingering my pussy, maybe I can persuade you to lick me."
She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs so the lips of her pussy were easily visible. "Don't worry. There was no fucking today. Just fingers and tongues." I was climbing over her into the aisle. "So, anything you find down there is all me. But first, since you're up," she pointed to her original seat. "In my purse my red wallet has a $100 bill. Get it for me."
I felt a little foolish standing in the middle of a near-empty train car, with my pants at my ankles and my dick bobbing out in front of me but it only took a few seconds to find the money. I handed it to Karen who tucked it into the cup of her bra, before pulling her skirt up to her hips and spreading her legs wide, displaying her engorged clit and pink pussy above the pale flesh at the top of her stockings.
I was quickly on my knees in front of her, licking her lips and sucking her clit. "Oh my, yes, Jason. This is what I love. People ask, since I fuck for a living, how do I find passion in my everyday life. Might as well ask a chef why he doesn't cook at home every night. The actors I work with are all handsome stunt cocks in that perfectly chisled, artificial kind of way. They are all big dicks and solid chests but most are so young, they think that's all it takes. I don't have the heart to tell them I'm faking my orgasms most of the time."
I lifted my mouth to smile over her mound. "Acting,"
"Exactly! Just a minute." I saw the porter come up the stairs and pause next to me. Karen pulled the $100 bill from her shirt and handed it to him. "Here you go, Thomas, now take a seat like a good boy." She stroked my hair when I chuckled. "Not my first commute." She explained, casually as I continued to lick her. Thomas sat in the seat across from us, taking out his cock and stroking it quickly. She watched him for a moment before sighing and squeezing my head between her thighs. "Where was I?"
"Faking it on camera,"
"Oh yes. But a man like you, Jason, a man of age and experience who knows how to follow the cues of a woman's body, oh yes, and make genuine love to me... right there... let's this granny feel real passion."
I put two fingers into her wet gaziantep escort kız telefonları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escort-telefonlari) pussy. She rocked forward pressing them deep, crying out as I spread them, touching all sides of her vagina. "God, yes, Jason that's wonderful. You've got me so wet."
I heard Thomas grunt, reminding me of his presence. Karen was humping her cunt onto
my face. "You're so good at this. You're going to make me cum. But..."
Karen pushed me back and turned in her seat again, facing forward, "Fuck me, Jason. Bring that beautiful cock to my dripping cunt."
I stepped into the aisle. "Stand up." Karen obeyed quickly. As I sat in the seat, she turned and licked Thomas' dick. "Keep up, Thomas" she winked at him before sitting on my lap, backward, her legs on either side of mine. I took hold of her hips and guided her back so my hard cock slid easily into her wet pussy. She reached for the bourbon from the folding table, enjoying another deep drink as she pushed herself the full length down my cock. I reached around to diddle her clit.
"Oh God, Jason, you know just how to touch me. Now my tits. Hurt my tits."
My hands were instantly around her boobs, squeezing and tugging them. "Yes, Jason, more. My nipples," I pinched her nipples between my fingernails. Karen shouted, "FUCK JASON," I know they heard downstairs and I doubted Karen had enough hundreds for everyone. She pounded her butt onto my cock as her screams got louder and more obscene. "I'M CUMMING YOU SEXY MAN DON'T STOP! DON'T. FUCKING. STOP!"
She bounced faster and harder until, my dick erupted, filling her pussy with cum. "FUCK
ME JASON!" Her orgasm poured cum from her cunt, across my lap. I pinched and tugged her nipples once more. She shrieked then fell back into my arms.
I held her close, cooing I'm her ear. "There we go, Karen. I've got you." I heard Thomas shout and looked over in time to see his cum shoot through the air and onto the tray table. He looked over at us, embarrassed. Karen shrugged, "Sorry I couldn't be there to catch it all this time."
"I looked at her. "This time? How often do you fuck on the train?"
"Whenever I can. Trains are inherently sexy. Watch enough movies as you'll see it: north by Northwest, Risky Business, it's everywhere! Always long and going into deep tunnels. Always get me going. Especially after work. You should catch the Saturday morning route with me.
"You'd have to share him with Claudia," Thomas commented.
Karen kissed me, "The conductor. Bisexual, so you won't mind sharing would you?"
"I love sharing,"
"Speaking of sharing, one day when you have time you should come home with me. Not only would it give me more time with your talented cock, but my daughter would go crazy for how you eat pussy."
"Daughter?"
"Katherine. 23. Sexy as hell and one yummy cunt."
"I'll take your word for it."
"You don't have to. Come with me on a Saturday morning and find out for yourself!"
"Sounds like a plan." I was already getting hard again.
The PA system announced "Los Angeles, Union Station, Five minutes" and we stood up and gathered our things. "Do you have a car?" Karen asked.
"I'll get a ride-share." I shrugged.
"Where do you live? Let me drive you."
"Out by the airport, but I can't promise a sexy daughter to lick your cunt when we get there"
"You'll have to do. Don't forget the bourbon."