1 comments/ 18159 views/ 4 favorites Train Ride Out of Chicago By: SecondLife Storming out of the lecture hall, sickened by these spoiled rotten racists and their so-called "open-minds", I catch a taxi and speed away from this establishment of higher learning. Talking to the Jamaican taxi driver, I inquire: "What is it with these people?" He looks back, laughs and our eyes meet touching with a look of displacement, two people far from home. Gazing at the his ID, I say "What the hell are we doing here, Treon?" In his sing-songy Island accent, exaggerated in humor he says: "Come now, fiery Miss, doncha be lookin like dat, here me? Der are far worse places you could be." Pointing out the window to the campus, "This is the University of Illinois, birthplace of our country's future CEO's, Politicians, hell even Doctors for Christ's sake! The most narrow minded people in the universe! Damned spoiled Mid-western brats, with their hatred for anything that doesn't wear GAP!" With a bewildered look in his eye, my GAP comment rolling past his head, he says: "The fiery Missy be needin to get away, aye!" Our eyes lock. In a heartbeat, I tell him to take me to the airport. He shakes his head, and turns the taxi in another direction, downtown, past the loop, in front of Union Station. With a dark smile and glittering eyes, he says: "You will find yourself and lose yourself on dat der train." I press a wad of money into his hand, squeezing it gently in thanks and left the taxi. Looking up at the tall building of fame, I enter through the huge columns, and down the staircase that once flowed with blood and debris from the violence of gangsters, now decorated with the designs of the new gangsters that prowl around. Approaching the ticket desk, I had no idea where to go. The prim agent attempted to help for 30 minutes, pushing flyers in front of my face. With wild eyes, I slam my fist on the counter, "LOOK, I don't care if I go to NJ, NM, NY, ND, NH.... Just get me the fuck on the next train out of here!" The manager walks over and looks me in the eye. I stare back hotly for a good 10 seconds. Then he asks: "Open ticket or one way". I break into a smile, answering, "Open... it has a lovely ring to it. Yes, that's it... oh sorry for yelling, .... But, if I hear another Mid-western nasally accent, I am going to SNAP!" The manager and the assistant exchange conspiratorial glances, quickly looking at the man that had just departed the desk before I came up, and type furiously on their keyboard. After several beeps and minutes, my ticket is printed out. Their smiles, glittering eyes and syrupy "have a gooooood trip"... is completely lost by me. With ticket in hand, I have 2 hours before taking off. I run into the shopping area to buy some clothes. Oh, the feeling is GREAT! New clothes, impulsivity, that wonderful feeling! The saleslady chattering away, as I am reveling in this freedom. I hear her repeat something vaguely, twice..."A getaway to ... To where?" Where the hell am I going? Looking in my bag, my ticket said "OPEN- Northwest bound". Good lord, I've been all over but never there. She looks at my ticket and says, "Oh, you are taking the Empire Builder route, that is the most beautiful!" I pay for my purchases, 2 pairs of jeans (bell-bottomed and low waisted), 3 cropped top t-shirts, a 2 pc. red Swim suit, a classic little black dress and sandals. Upon leaving the clothes store, I walk into the intimate apparel store and purchase some delicate items. I notice some female condoms... mmm, interesting... I buy a pack just for kicks. I have to dash to catch the train... "forever-late Rhiannon", I am called. When the porter asks for my ticket and my bags, I hand him my ticket and hold up my ONE bag. He looks at my ticket, glances over my shoulder, to the manager who had sold me the ticket, and nods. I could care less about what that exchange was all about, I just want to relax and get as far away from Chi-town as possible. Then, curiously, the porter blushes and takes my bag and carries it up for me. I follow him through the narrow aisles of the train, car after car; we pass but kept walking to the front. "Slow down sugar, where are a taking me, coach is back there!", I ask. He then turns to me, with a smile and a wink as he puts his finger over his shhh'ed lips. He leads me into the 1st class sleeper cars. I was aghast! "No way,... I cannot stay here! It's too expensive!", thinking of the mint I just dropped on buying the clothes impetuously. He slides the cabin door open for me and says: "It has been taken care of Miss, enjoy your ride". I am speechless, a rare moment indeed. There's a single red rose lying on my bed, by the window... the room smells of... hmmm... I can't place it... masculinity? I am too thrilled to notice the gray valise hanging in the closet. Instead of unpacking, I tuck my shopping bag under the bed, take off my stifling hot sweatshirt and jeans, and with only my tank top and red gym shorts on, I hop on the bed. Feeling the train's engine rev up and slowly pull us out of the station, I lay back to watch the departing skyscrapers. It has been a stress filled day and I need a release... where is a man when I needed one? Closing my eyes, feeling the slow deliberate movements of the train, I reach into my thoughts and concentrate on relaxing. It was time for a release. I let my fingers walk down my neck and slowly to my chest, as I circle my nipples into ripe, hardened peaks. One by one, watching the offices go by... wondering if anyone could see me looking up into their windows... this sends erotic thoughts through my mind, as my hand creeps lower, caressing the tender area just under my breasts, feeling my body's warmth through the thin tank top. Ever so slowly I slide down to my navel, dipping, circling. Still pushing away at a snail's pace, the train passes under bridges, and I can see the pedestrians walking along, and people sitting in their cars. My hand moves lower to play with the texture of my short's waistband, then under, down over my cotton panties. Here is where the heat was radiating, embers burning, gathering more fuel for the fire inside. Fingering the left side of the leg band sends shivers down my legs, touching that tender crease where thigh meets hip. I gather my whole hand together and cover my mound and smile to the world that is passing by my passionate lowered eyes. Holding my hand there, I close my eyes and awaken the slumbering criatura, the Wild one, the one who detests chairs and tables, but prefers the ground, trees, and caves, for in these places she can lean against the cheek of God. The change comes over my body so swiftly, the touch even is different, deeper. Entering though the leg band, my hand is on a mission, eyeing it's way through the familiar forest and finding my clitoris, now peeking softly out of it's hood to meet it's lover. Reaching my finger lower past my swollen lips, I dip my finger inside to get some slick sweet nectar to soften the response of the unshielded warrior. Then, back up to play wild little circles around and around, feeling my nerves shoot flames through my body. Still having my face towards the window, erotically masturbating in front of the Sears tower and passing cars, I build to a climax and moan softly. I didn't see, nor hear the door of the cabin slide open as you stepped in. You are heading home from a conference in Chicago and decided to take the train instead of flying, after all, you needed the relaxation. Splurging on a private cabin, you had hoped to share it with the woman you met at the conference. But, sigh... she was married... too complicated... So, here you are alone... or so you thought. You enter the room, always quietly, as is your nature. What a sight... a red blanket of silken curls hanging ½ off of the bed with a creamy white leg, the head turned towards the window, you are curious to know who has stolen into your room. But, your nose catches the intimate fragrance of woman as your eyes quickly take in what unfolds before you. You freeze, not knowing what to do, feeling yourself leap to life in your jeans. With the stealth of a cat, you enter the room, and quietly sit on the bench, facing the window and the bed, and watch in fascination. I continue to pleasure myself, catching the masculine scent again, my back starts to arch as I imagine it is my lover's tongue flicking sparks of pleasure. I slide fingers in and out and in and out, soaking my panties, and moaning with pleasure, until my muscles contract around my fingers. Not wanting to cum too hard, I ease my fingers into an age old rhythm, slow steady and strong. Feeling pinpricks of pleasure bursting all over my body, my head throws back and I bite my left hand, to restrain the scream. At this moment, I roll my eyes into the back of my head, catching a quick glimpse of you sitting there watching, but you are only part of my voyeuristic fantasy. I cum sweetly and slowly onto my fingers. The feeling has made me extremely drowsy. Removing my fingers from my sensitized mound, I drift off into perfect aftermath slumber. I doze off as the train comes to full speed and heads out of Chicago. You sit there quietly, running your palm over the front of your jeans... what are you going to do with this strange girl? Wicked evil grin crosses your face, as that little demon inside of you says: "TAKE HER NOW! Rip those shorts off the naughty sprite, and ride her so hard that she'll never be pleased with a simple finger from now on!" You ache at that thought. No, but the chase is so much sweeter. You decide to wait. But, you must do this one thing... you stand up, towering over her sleeping body, filling the room with your masculinity, then you lean down for the gentlest kiss. I stir in pleasure filled dreams... rugged coastal cliffs of an Emerald Isle... kissing in the chilly rain... You finish with the kiss, and with the strength of a thousand men, you stand up and leave the room. You are on a mission to find out who this red headed vixen is. Spotting the porter, you make your way towards him with a determined walk. He catches sight of you and tries to dash away. You grab him by the coat and put him against the wall. "You know something!", you say calmly into his up tilted frightened face. Without further encouragement, he stammers out the story... blaming his manager for the deed, it was his revenge on this screaming mad redheaded bitch to book her into the same cabin with you, trying to "teach her a lesson". A smile slowly creeps into your eyes as you imagine the scene I created at the ticket desk, recalling a loud curse echoing from Union Stations high walls. "So, the punishment is to let her sleep in my room? Where pray tell was I supposed to sleep?," tightening your grip on his jacket. "Well, ...gulp... if I were you, I would ... um... I would just share the room, sir... or I will try to find you other accommodations." You release him, and say, "Well, do that then. A gentleman is always invited first." With a grumble, you walk to the back of the train to find an open seat. You fall into it, and settle in to sleep. We've made several stops now, and it is night time, as we are speeding through the Wisconsin countryside. My growling stomach awakens me. I take off my sweaty tank, shorts and panties, take a quick shower, and throw on my new white crop T-shirt and jeans. The towels they have are cheap and don't do a very good job, so my white crop top is clinging tightly as I exit my cabin. Wandering through the darkened train, gingerly picking my way through the sleeping cars, filled with snoring people and shadowed faces. I am heading for the Lounge car for a snack and some conversation. Car after car I pass through, wondering when it will end. Strolling careful by, I gaze into the sleeping faces and smile. Upon entering your car, I immediately see you in slumber. Who could ignore you? You cut a striking bold figure of a man, even in peaceful rest. I pause slightly and I pass you... inhaling, smelling vaguely familiar.... The same scent is in my room. Your black hair has a beautiful shine in the muted light of the car, an errant lock creeping across you brow roguishly.. I want to reach out and touch it's silkiness, but hold back. My eyes take in the rest of your face... begging for a kiss. Broad, powerful shoulders, hmmm, eyes wandering lower... long legs, uncomfortably tucked, other leg thrown out, thighs spread wide taking up the 2nd chair next to you. On a whim... I decide to slide into that chair next to you, pretending it's mine. Carefully, I walk over your legs, and slide into the chair. You stir in your sleep, but still do not awaken. I sit there and take in your masculinity for several minutes. My hand finally strays over to touch your hair softly, your hand snaps up to grab my wrist suddenly! Your head turns and you mumble something... I just say "shhhhhhh, go to sleep". You obey and never even open an eye. I arise and carefully move out into the aisle, and with a caress on your cheek, I leave. Back in the lounge car, I meet up with a wild bunch from California and they teach me how to play Spades, which we play until the sun rises and we pull into Minneapolis. Meanwhile, you are getting cramps from trying to sleep in that chair. "Damn it all," you get up and plan to storm into your cabin and demand to sleep in the bed. Upon arriving, I am not there. Puzzled, you look to make sure you've got the right room. Yes. So, you enter and see my bag under the bed... Locking the cabin door, you start to go through my things, jeans, tops, hmmm nice dress.... Wondering what color my eyes are... hmmm, no bras, but several pairs of panties.... Soft peach silk, white cotton thong, black lacey panties with.. gasp.. with no crotch, ... fingering in and out of the material, your stomach tightens, ... the train's rhythm is rocking you back to sleep. You quickly put away the items and remove your restrictive clothing, down to your boxers, and climb into bed. Head touching the pillow, you are fast asleep. The last of my new found friends have moved back to their sleeping cars and I am alone. Wandering back up the train, I feel the tiredness running through my body. Sleep, must have sleep. I enter the cabin car and try to open my door, it's locked. I reach in my pants, ahhh the key. I open the lock and slide in careful not to awaken the neighbors. The first thing I notice is you, under MY sheets, on your back! I am astounded.... Yes, I was wishing for this God, but you've never answered this quickly. What should I do? Wake you up and kick you out? You are DEEP in REM sleep, so I decide to let myself do what I really want... after all, I am getting away from it all... I want to be free! I strip off my clothing, in the bathroom. Entering the cabin, I could see the tint of sunlight trying to peek it's way in the horizon... the room had a slight warm glow, now. I climb into bed with you. You whisper something that I don't understand and continue sleeping. My hands explore your body softly, dreamily caressing every muscle you have! Getting bold, reaching lower.... Over your belly... lower.... To your fully erect manhood. Gasp! Uh, I LOVE men in the morning! I pull back the covers and slowly straddle your hips. Carefully lifting your member straight up, I take your head into my soft pussy lips, dripping with arousal of my wicked actions. As your head enters, your head throws back and moans... still dreaming. Slowly, I slide down on your hard shaft, centimeter by centimeter, eternally slow so as not to awaken you. Applying more pressure to try and take you wholly in... hmmm, now resting on your hips, your body instinctively grinds into mine as you slowly awaken. Now, your hands are on the move, thinking it's a dream still and you want to stroke yourself. Smile. Your hand meets my fiery red mound. Your eyes fly open, and see me... beautiful in the morning sunrise, long hair of fire, big hazel-green eyes, full lips, with on finger over my lips saying "Shhhhhh!" Looking down, you see my creamy white skin forming a valley between two rounded full breasts, peachy nipples tight with desire, down to glistening fire engulfing the raven. Creamy white thighs straddling your hips, in a delicious V. While you are taking in my body, I cream even more from the touch of your gaze, and rock into you with the motion of the train. Up and down, grinding a circle ... rhythmic sexual intercourse. Mmmmmm. I cannot believe what I am doing, and purposefully close my mind of anything but this erotic ride and you and the burning hot flame that is licking it's way up my spine, exploding into infinite shards of ice in my head. My lips form an O and I am washed away with the tide of ecstasy, spasming, arching crying out, all the while my hands gripping my breasts and nipples tightly. Without warning, your body completely ignores your will power and reaches the point where you want to explode inside me, your long fingers digging into the backs of my knees pulling in tightly, gasping for air. Perched atop you, still keeping you trapped inside, I let my eyes come back into focus and look down at your body. Dark brown meets fiery hazel. "Shhhh..." I say, "just let me talk. I am taking control of this body you've got here. I found you in my bed and this is my room. That makes you a trespasser! So your punishment is this," and I rock my hips into yours hard, feeling you jump a mile into me. "You're just gonna have to lay back and let me fuck you, ok?" With wide eyes, you nod. Never one to talk "dirty" while having sex, the freedom of saying the word "fuck" sent shivers up my spine.. so I try it again... grinding bit slower. "Do you like the punishment your getting'?" Sliding my hips back, taking only your head in my lips, I work them very fast... "Do you like the sound of my sweetness sucking you?" Hearing the smacking noise of the rim of your head going in and out of me. You moan. I respond with: "Oh yesss, I feel your balls tightenin'... you gonna cum in me? Let me fuck you bit harder then." Working my hips into a deep thrust I am taking you in entirely, slamming into your body, feeling your balls becoming rocks on my cheeks. My clitoris has risen and is being stimulated by the base of your mound grinding into me... I am riding you hard and you see my hair and breasts, bouncing rhythmically. You grab my hips and grind up into me for endless minutes, until you finally explode hot lava into my frenzied hips. At the same moment, my climax has peaked and my sweet orgasm explodes too. "OH yes!" Locking my hips into yours and still rolling with you as you spend your last drop. I collapse into your arms and lay on your chest, my breasts heaving from my exertion. You still want to say something, but I put my finger over your mouth and say "Shhhhhhhhhh!" I climb off your body, and dash into the bathroom, freshen up a bit and put my clothes back on. Then I put my wild hair into a quick braid and come out. You are sound asleep. HA! I walk over, and with a kiss I leave. I wander up into the Observation Car, with the ceiling full of windows. I find a seat in the empty car in the front, and watch the surrounding scenery as we enter North Dakota. Still reeling from the sex, I wonder what the rest of the day will have in store? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am riding up in the observation car, on the upper deck. Here I bask, in the ever growing sunrise, surrounded by windows on the sides and ceiling, a warm glass tube offering me a panoramic view of the speeding landscape. As I drift off to sleep, I feel my uterus finally release it's contraction, muscles relaxing as I fall into an endorphin laced sleep. The rocking of the car pushes me farther into slumber. You arise, shaking your head and feeling your muscles aching... what an incredulous dream! You lay back, reaching your hand down to enjoy your body, the dream was so real; too real as you take note of the fragrance in the room. Man! Well, it has been a hectic month and the tension taking its toll on you. You shrug it off as stress induced fantasy, as you rise, shower and dress for the day. Train Ride Out of Chicago Upon seeing the feminine items around the sink, gloss, hair products, you realize that part of this IS real, recalling the fiery tempered redhead and the manager's revenge. You open the lip gloss and smell it, hauntingly familiar, and you taste it tentatively, honey..... mmmm. Your stomach growls and you decide to go find something else to eat. Walking through the train, you attract the glances and stares of several women, commanding sexual presence, quite naturally. Before you reach the diner car, you pass a set of spiral stairs and see a warm glow radiating from above. Something beckons you up the stairs, like heaven itself calling you. You slowly take the stairs up. Your eyes squint to adjust to the bright morning sun and you take in the beautiful landscape speeding by, inhaling deeply. Catching a familiar scent, your eyes look down the end of the aisle and see deep rich fiery hair, curling downward, falling off the front bench and fanning on the floor slightly. This beautiful sight rivals the North Dakota sunrise. You walk forward, with a check to see who else is around.... Fire in your belly, we are alone. You sit across the aisle from this vixen who has so recently invaded your dreams. I am curled up in like a feline, head at the bench's end, near the aisle, head near the edge. You move closer to inspect my face. White flawless skin, with natural rosy blushed cheeks, deep blood thickened lips.... Mmmmm evidence of passionate kissing perhaps, long dark eyelashes resting in high cheekbones, light reddish-brown arched eyebrows. Moving closer you see the imperfections, a threadlike silken scar from the eyebrow going back at a 45° angle into the hairline, eyebrows growing a wee bit unruly and need to be manicured, yesterdays mascara leaving slight smudges, smoking my eyelid slightly, small red birthmark in the chin, below her bottom lip... or could that be a love bite? No, this is no perfect model; here, rolling her eyes in REM sleep, is a real woman. Speaking of flesh, you eyes crawl down my up tilted chin, to my neck, seeing my heartbeat strongly,... down to my v-neck crop top, to the cleavage of my breasts, unhindered by a bra, my horizontality equalizing their weight, forming perfect circles, domes of softness, rising and falling with the rhythm of my breathing, nipples softened, only a slight trace of existence. Dragging your eyes from one to the other, now focusing on the delicious valley, feeling the impulse to drop those pants, straddle my face, and bury your manhood in that valley, stroking your softness to hot pulsation, wanting to explode all down the length of my body... Shifting your arousal in your jeans, you inhale again and let your eyes wander down to where you would spend your seed... my belly is exposed, my crop top stopping under my breasts. Shifting on my bench slightly, you freeze. Seeing my waist curve deeply in then hour glassing out to form my hips, you smile. My jeans are riding low, below my navel, zipper slightly undone, baggy jeans making the waistband gap revealing nothing but darkness inside. My hips are turned to the side, letting my legs curled up and you follow your gaze down to my barefoot, unpolished nails. You vow to drench this body in kisses, in sweat and in orgasmic semen before the trip is through. Feeling the heat of someone's gaze, I slowly come out of my dream filled slumber, and pay attention to the sounds around me, my habit before opening my eyes. I hear someone very near, breathing shallowly, trying to be quiet. Inhaling.. Smile, I know that scent already without knowing the name that is attached to it. Feigning sleep, I softly move, letting my arm fall across my face, shielding my eyes. Carefully opening them in a perfect slits, I see you taking in my body, devouring it with your eyes. Mmmm. The attention is taking my breath away. I slowly move my hips flatter on my back and let my legs fall slightly apart, catching your eyes darken quickly, and see you inhale. If your eyes were not hungrily searching the vortex of my thighs, you would see my nipples awaken, and chills running up my belly and arm. I let my right legs drop open and grind my hips, in a catlike stretch.... Moaning softly, still feigning sleep. Seeing your hand adjust your manhood again gives me a wicked power rush... "yes, lover, that belonged to me as the sun rose," I think to myself. Before I could startle you with a "G'mornin'" a noisy older couple comes up the stairs. You quickly rise and leave, exiting down the spiral stairs in a rush of wind. I wait a few minutes, then stand up and stretch. Grinning sweetly at the older couple, still obviously in love after all these years, I bid them a "G'mornin'!" and head down for breakfast, too. In the dining car it is still early and a few people have wandered in. The host seats me at a booth facing you directly. I ignore your hot gaze as I slide into my seat, and flirt with the busboy pouring me water. You sip your coffee and hold your gaze steady, watching intently. I order my breakfast, "Fresh fruit plate, please,.... And please pour me some coffee." He askes: "How do you take your coffee, ma'am?" Looking deep into his eyes, I lean over showing the tops of my cleavage and whisper, loud enough for you to hear: "I like my coffee the same way I like my Men...." You can't resist the question, and you speak up and say: "And how is that?" "Sweet and weak." I reply in your eyes. You roll your eyes heavenward, swearin you've heard everything in the world now and chuckle deeply saying, "I bet you don't." I look up not catching what you say, "Pardon me?" You reply "....never mind." My food comes just as other people are crowding in the dining car, two women (your previous admirers) join you at your table, much to my chagrin. Then a beautiful black girl with dread locks, asks to join me at mine. I had met her the previous night while playing cards. She was a flirty lesbian. She sits across from me with an intimate smile, taking in my erect nipples under my blouse. Crap, forgot a bra! "Rhianne, good morning! You are looking beautiful as ever" I smile and say "Rhonda, it was a pleasure to meet you last night, where you from?" "Chicago, southside"... we continue our small talk... as you are making yours with your new fan club "Brigette and Beth". These are flirting with you with no shame. Beth a feisty 4'11" blonde twangs with her Texas accent "Just how tall are you? Oh my, my the do grow'em BIG where you're from!". I drop my napkin on the floor, lean over to pick it up and quietly say: "And they sure grow some BIG HAIR in Texas," imitating her accent. You heard that and cough in your napkin, hiding your chuckle. I come back up, eyes glistening with mischief. But, you play along and flirt back with the two women. Seeing that Rhonda's gaze was trying to lock on mine, I caught the message loud and clear. I spread my arm across the booth and said, "Mmmmm, you are one beautiful woman, Rhonda... I hope you don't mind me saying that?". Her eyes darkened and she smiled intimately, "No I don't mind that at all." My fruit came and I asked her if she'd like to come sit next to me and share it. She nodded and slid to the other side of the booth, into my out stretched arm. "May I?" I asked picking up a grape. She bit her lip and nodded. I took the grape and bit it in 2, then took the severed part and rubbed it against her bottom lip. Her pink tongue darted out, and took the grape ½ out of my fingers. Your eyes freeze on us, into a narrow stare, as several others gasp. "Rhiannon, may I?" she asked, and I nodded. She picked up a strawberry, squeezed a couple of drops of honey on to it's tip, licked it then rubbed it across my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue out to take the strawberry in my mouth and she quickly leaned over to bite into the other ½ and our lips met as we ate the berry together. Both of us finished, with honey on our lips. I start to lick the honey off, but she cuts in and says: "No,let me..." and kisses me ever so gently on my lips, slowly sucking the honey off my lips. My emblazoned eyes flick over to you and give you a slow sexy wink. You could have heard a pin drop in that car, everyone was in shock. I begin to kiss her back, slowly, working my way around her full lips, then up across her cheek, and over to her ear. I whisper in her ear, to let her know that I was not a lesbian but bi-curious and that I was doing this to make your blood boil. She threw back her locks and laughed deeply then said, "Sounds like a plan." She got up out of the booth and took my hand and the fruit plate and helped me to my feet. I grabbed the honey and with a slap on my ass, she carted me off back to the cabin. You get up, apologize for having to leave, but you say: "The redheaded one is my sister, and I better go keep an eye on her." Finding the way to the cabin, you steel yourself for what you think you'll find upon opening the door. With a strong shove, you rush into the room and are greeted with silence. Empty. Checking the bathroom, only to find it empty, too. With a sardonic grin, you decide to walk up and down the hallways to find out where I am. Rhonda and I have gone up to the, now crowded Observation Car. I am explaining the "joke", that I was just trying to "pull your chain" and was flirting mercilessly just to spark some ire. She was cool about it, but admitted that she was extremely turned on. I sat back and sighed... admitting to having a couple of lesbian experiences, that were soft and bittersweet, but that I've always felt the urge for male sexual companionship. She nodded and understood, admitting to being a "deep down bi-sexual". We both laughed, heads touching intimately close. It is at this time that you bound up the stairs, catching our closeness. I lean over into her ear and whisper a bi-sexual encounter that I have fantasized about. She grabbed my face, kissed my lips in a loud and said: "Let's do it!" All the onlookers are gawking! Having all you can stand, you stomp up the aisle and grab me from behind, picking me up and out of the bench, saying: "Oh no you don't, young lady! You are going BACK with me and stop all this foolishness!" I am kicking and hollering. "Put me down, you bastard, you are NOT my brother!!!" You toss me over your shoulder with ease and smack me on the butt. "Shut up Rhiannon!" I am stunned into silence... thinking: "How the bloody hell does he know my name?" Down the stairs we got, and through 5 train cars. You still have me over your shoulder. Passing the people, you get a variety of responses, gasps, giggles, slaps on the back, "Way to go, Dude!" I am crimson-purple! Back to the cabin, you enter the door, ignoring the bed, you take me straight into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and carefully dump me on my ass. You slam the shower door shut and hold it closed, waiting. I squeal because the water is FREEEEEZING and getting my clothes soaked. "Let me out, you sunovabitch!!! I'll get out and rip you a new asshole, I will!" You stand there racked in laughter, holding your stomach. I can't help but stifle mine too, mumbling... "bastard!" Reaching up to warm the water, I accept my fate and wait for the next drama to unfold. Upon being quiet, you curiously peek in the shower door, and gasp. The moment our eyes meet, passion explodes. I look up into your eyes, as you take in the features of my face. "You are even more beautiful, Rhiannon". I look at you with eyes of bewilderment, "I look like a drowned cat!" My long hair clings to my wet clothes, soaking my wild curls into soft waves. The color is deep dark wine now. As your gaze follows my hair past my shoulders, curving past my breasts and ending at the vortex of my thighs. I quickly turn on you and say, "How did you know my name?" You put your finger to your lips in a "shhhh", and you step into the shower with me, pulling my wet body up into your arms. You eye me with an unspoken question, my head tilts back in response. Immediately our mouths come together in an eternal kiss, soft lips touching at first, the tip of your bold tongue tastes the honey softness of my lips, which part for you. The tip of my tongue slides up to meet yours, gently accepting your intimate caress. Still holding me, you squeeze me tighter! My head leans over to one side, encouraging you to come in and take me deeper. Feeling that invitation, you pick me up into your arms again, one hand under my knees and the other hand supporting my shoulders. That hand snakes up into my head and holds me tight for your onslaught. Your kiss devours my senses, inspiring me with life and sexual energy as our tongues roll in a battle of wills. I softly grab your tongue, and suck on it, stroking it in a promise of what will come. The vibrations of your moan in my mouth send chills up and down my spine. My eyes fly open to watch your expressive face. Liking what I see. But, I want to see your eyes. Gently I slow my sucking and nip your tongue with my teeth, you slightly startle and your eyes open and are met with mine, fiery now. My bite slowly drags down your tongue, to the tip, and I kiss it with my lips. I take your bottom lip and softly suck it and nip it gently, moving down to your chin, I snake my hands into your wet hair and suck on your chin, biting it softly. Leaning your head back, my mouth goes to your neck and I so the same thing, but deeper. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, I find my self up having my wet clothes removed. Your clothes follow, peeling off quickly as the shower starts to steam up. You are kissing me and exploring my body in fascination. I take the soap and begin washing every part of you I can reach standing up. As my hands go to your belly, you stop kissing me and stand tall watching. I lather my hands and work into your pubic hair, keeping my eyes locked to your face, a little bit shy to look at what is growing longer for me. With silky soapy hands, I stroke your manhood and take you balls into consideration too, feeling them tighten and hearing your moan. I stroke you firmer, circling my belly with the tip of your head. You are looking at my hands now, and watching your beautiful body grow to its full length. You want to explode, but try to hold back. With nerves of steel you grit your teeth and try to calm yourself and close your eyes. But, alas this beautiful redhead has gotten down on her knees, still stroking this time with shampoo in my hair, I am washing you with my long hair. You let go of a loud moan, as your eyes fly down and search questioning into mine and feel the shower's pressure wash the soap away from your throbbing cock, the water feeling like a thousand kisses. With more soapy lather I wash your legs, and reach up behind your balls and lather your firm ass, feeling you tighten at this intimate touch. I guide you to lean against the wall and lift one of YOUR legs up to rest on the side of the tub. Standing there thighs open for my view, I finally tear my eyes away and search your body. You tower over me, seeing this woman with dark slickened hair, white body, full round breasts, nipples looking straight up at you, slim curving waist curving out to firm hips, dark red snatch of delicate hair, down to slightly parted thighs and yes, I am still on my knees. While looking at your body, my hands wander up caressing my breasts. You move to lift me up, but my hand goes to your belly and I shake my head, no. "This will start with you feeding me. It has been a long trip and I am very hungry..." grabbing the base of your manhood. In slight protest you say "But, Rhiannon... I want to give you pleasure..." I say, "Shhhh, you know what will give me the most pleasure now?" You ask, "What?" I respond, moving my head close to your cock's swollen head, encircling it with my wet hands, gliding my tongue around in circles, diving the tip in to the hole at your tip, tickling slightly saying "...cum here,... cum on...mmmmmm", tasting your pre-cum as your releases pearls for me. "What I want... is for you to feed me." I say locking my eyes to yours. "I've imagined the taste of you, but I want the feel of you exploding down my throat. Now, I want you to let go of those damned nerves of steel. I want you to release yourself into me. I if feel you holding back, I will stop, get my clothes on and go back to Rhonda! This 1st orgasmic explosion is strictly for me, no holds barred, ok?" You nod and brace yourself as my tongue slides down your swollen length, sucking and flicking every groove every pulsating vein. With my hands stroking you with my slick saliva, I nuzzle your balls with my nose, then take them into my mouth... this time I hum Ravel's "Bolero" ...dumdadadum ...dumdadadadum... dumdadum... dumdadadadum. The vibrations send shock to your senses, deeply vibrating you deeply. My slick hands slide up behind your balls and massage up and up... small finger encircling your nether regions, such an intimate touch, mouth still humming, dumdadum ...dumdadadadum ...dumdadadadum... I feel your explosion start to gather up, balls tightening their hold in my mouth, but I softly suck them pulling them back, slowly guiding my finger past the tight muscles of your ass. With that, you are ready to come. "Oh Rhiannon!" as your first shot goes right over my head and hits the other end of the shower tile! I quickly take you into my mouth hungrily and suck the rest of your semen deep, deep into my throat, stroking you wildly with my slickened hands. You look down and see my whole head stroking you and feel the orgasm slamming you senselessly, releasing more down my throat. I drink like a someone who's not had water for weeks. Sucking...noisily... still humming into your shooting orgasm.... Finger working in and out of your ass... I'm a moment of animal instinct, you quickly move and put my head against the side wall, and grind into my throat to let the last drop of cum slide in... you scream out! My eyes take in everything as I climax with out even touching myself... The power the reverse of power... enough to send me into fits of ecstasy. Your eyes look down and see my hands cling to my breasts and watch my body rock, back arching, nipples reaching up, cum on my lips, mouth opened into a moan of orgasm. "Ohh!" You get down on your knees with me and hold me tight as my body shakes, the shower water still running softly over head. You reach and turn it off. My eyes slowly come back into focus and smile into your awed face. I bite my lip, taste the semen, still clinging and you do something incredible... You reach up and lick my lips, still looking into my eyes erotically and say..."Mmmmmm". Then you kiss me full in the mouth, passionately and hug me tightly to your chest. We rise together and you step out and hand me a big fluffy towel. Totally speechless, we dry each other off, softly. You wrap your towel around your waist, but I reach out and playfully grab it. Spinning around, you let me have your towel as I take in your incredible body with my eyes again. I bend over to wrap my hair in that towel, into a turban and flip it back. You grab the towel wrapped around my body now, and finish drying your hair with it, then wrap it around your waist.. I grab your robe hanging on the door and put it on. I love it... inhaling your fragrance. Taking my hand, you guide me back into the cabin and pull me into your arms on the bed. We fall into soft comfortable conversation; like two close friends. I ask you to tell me about your job and listen intently as you tell me how you started, what you've done and am genuinely interested. You have a perfect voice, clear deep and strong, with what you call a slight accent -what sounds like a complete foreigner to me, smile. Listening to the timbre of your voice guiding me through you life and telling me about the places you've been, I feel myself warming and melting for you. Train Ride Out of Chicago Our sleepy eyes and your thickening voice, indicate that it's time for an afternoon nap. Pulling me closer, feeling your manhood rise for more, you kiss me gently when you've found I've fallen asleep. Something in my sleeping face tugs at the strings of your heart. You have seen me before, we have done this... strangely... before. A past life? Chills run over your body as I stir in your arms.