4 comments/ 19686 views/ 1 favorites Santa Specials By: steamoil I was building up the fire ready for departure, two shovels front right, two front left, when I heard the voice of a buffet steward calling to get my attention. I leant my head out of the cab door and froze, but not from the cold December air. Tilted up at me was a small pixie face, dusted with freckles, surrounded by shining brown hair, and smiling blue eyes. I was speechless. Suddenly I realised that she was talking to me, and I was staring, not hearing a word she had said. "Sorry -- I didn't hear what you said," I offered, blushing furiously. "You did seem to lose your concentration," she laughed up at me. "What do you both want to drink?" I was enchanted by her laugh, but I managed to splutter, "I'll have tea, white no sugar, and the driver would like chocolate. Thanks." My driver was oiling round, but I knew he liked chocolate on these cold Santa Special turns. "No problem. I'll be back with them in a minute," she grinned. I was beginning to take in more than her face, and I saw that she was wearing a fetching green hat with a feather. As she turned away I noticed she was all in green. Not only did she have a pixie face, she was dressed as a pixie. Those legs in green tights with a short green skirt were awesome. Then I heard the tell-tale sounds of the safety valves hissing, and had to turn away to put on the injector before the loco blew off. As I opened the water valve, cracked then fully opened the steam valve, trimmed the water till the injector was singing, and checked the overflow, I was running through what had happened in my mind. That alluring face. My inability to function when I saw her. The fact that I was so focussed on her face that I missed the rest of her until later. What was so strange was the shock. I'd been dumped by my long term girlfriend. Not such a big deal, unless you know that I'd booked a surprise long weekend in a castle, and bought a ring. She told me she'd found someone else she was interested in. I must admit it had given me a certain vicious satisfaction that he hadn't wanted to go out with her. That was in the summer. I was devastated as I loved her, and my life had just fallen apart. Fortunately I lived near my parents, and they had taken me in hand. Work had at least provided some routine, and after a month or so of my parents' patient care, I recovered enough to resume some kind of rather bleak social life and return to my lonely flat. The loco supervisor on the railway had also been a tower of strength, persuading me to come up and do turns at every opportunity. The ordered routine of running trains, and the challenges inherent in the fireman's job stoking the fire, managing the boiler and keeping a good lookout were balm to my ragged soul. He'd also persuaded me to do a couple of weekends on the Santa Specials run in December. If you've never been on a Santa Special on a steam railway, you've actually missed a treat. All the train staff dress up in the most ridiculous Christmas costumes. Christmas treats are served to all, and the buffet staff are continuously busy while the passengers make good use of the licensed bar served up to their seats. Of course the kids get to see Santa and receive a gift -- they're not bad either! So it was that I found myself for the first time rather looking forward to being asked what I wanted -- to drink, I mean. Unfortunately for me, all the other times that day it was a different steward. But I did catch occasional glimpses of her in the distance down the train smiling and helping the children enjoy themselves. We'd propelled the set into the carriage shed, uncoupled, and I was just about to swing up into the cab to go for fuel, when a breathless voice called, "Are you coming with us to the pub?" I turned and felt the stab of desire as I realised it was my pixie. With years of experience before I'd found my last girlfriend, I masked my feelings. "Yeah. I was planning to eat there. See you there, I hope. But don't expect us for at least couple of hours -- we've got to coal up and dispose as well as shower." "We've still got half an hour of cleaning left in the set, so I'm sure we'll still be there. See ya." She gave a cheery wave and turned back to her task. Must have been my imagination, but I thought I'd seen a glint of hastily suppressed emotion. I couldn't get my hopes up, but damn, it made me hot. As we shovelled a ton and a half of coal into the conveyer to be conveyed up and drop into the bunker, my driver leant on his shovel for a breather. "My you're going at it a bit. Anyone would think your pants were on fire," he laughed. I could take a bit of ribbing from him, after all, look at all he'd done to help. As loco supervisor he'd replaced a sick driver at the last minute, and it was a pleasure to be with him on the footplate. I grinned back. "Maybe they are." He looked serious, "I'm so glad to see you coming out of your shell. It's always amazed me how tough you are. I mean look at you, you're just a slip of a thing, and you beat most of us hollow at this game." He was referring to the fact that this was my second ton and a half of the day -- the previous one being all my own work and shovelled into the voracious appetite of the fire. I did try to look after myself and not go to seed. Well at least after my parents had put me back together. Although I was 5ft 10, I'd always been a bit of a beanpole, but I did at least have some stamina. After we'd moved from the coal stage to the shed, we dropped the fire, raked out the bars and the ash, cleaned round and put the loco to bed. Both of us checked that all the valves were shut, cocks open, mid gear, regulator shut, brake hard on. We got our stuff off the footplate and wandered tiredly over to the mess to change out of our overalls and sign off. As I peeled my greasetop cap off my head, my long blonde hair fell out into the ponytail I'd put it in. "Always surprises me that's in there. Wouldn't it be easier if you had it short?" "I suppose I like to surprise people." I said. "Bit of vanity if you like. Actually it's not much trouble once I've got it up into the cap, and it stays fairly clean in there." He didn't wear a cap, and his hair was, well not black, but certainly dark grey with coal dust and smuts. "I'm off to clean up for supper. Will you lock? Oh, and are you coming to the pub?" "No -- got to get home. I wasn't supposed to be on today. Have a good time." I drove off to the hostel and a hot shower. Unusually for me, I spent time drying my hair, and chose slightly smarter clothes that I usually would. Who am I kidding. When I walked in, my eyes were drawn to her. She'd lost her green pixie look, and I felt again the stab of desire as I took in her unbuttoned coat, soft brown hair and the cleavage at the centre of her fire-engine-red t-shirt. She was buried the other side of a long table, so I turned to the bar and ordered soup, steak and kidney pudding, treacle sponge and custard. Firing gives you an appetite. And looking at her had also given me an appetite for something else. "Oh God, I can't do this." I thought. They'd all laugh at me if they knew. I'd been there before. Amazingly when I turned from the bar, she was staring at me, almost with her mouth open drooling. I was so shocked, I froze for a moment. Then without my realising it, a huge smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. When her answering smile lit up her face, I nearly turned into a molten pool on the floor. My legs shook as I walked up to the table, and I was glad to sink down into the only vacant chair. Unfortunately it was at one end of the table, so I couldn't talk to her. Then the owner, well the previous occupant at least, of the chair came back and started a light hearted banter about wanting it back. "You've been sitting on your butt all day in the booking office. When you've shovelled more than a couple of tons of the black stuff, you can have the chair." There was much hilarity at the booking clerk's expense, and I got to keep the chair to eat my meal. Our gazes kept clashing over the length of the table, and as a few people got up to leave, she managed to slide down on the bench near to my chair. She leant over and whispered in my ear, "Glad to see you're getting your strength up." I nearly dropped my knife and fork, and boy did her laughter do me good inside. She was staring at my treacle sponge. I passed her the spoon and told her to taste it. By the time I'd finished, she'd eaten about half of it. "Hey, what about me?" I joked. She just picked up a spoonful and fed it to me. As she pulled the spoon out of my mouth, her tongue came out and licked the edge of her lips. I know it's an automatic reaction when feeding someone, but my motor went into overdrive seeing it. Of course I licked the custard off my lips, and she sighed. I don't know that I've ever been so aroused in company before. I whispered in her ear this time, "If we don't hurry up and finish this, I think I'm going to spontaneously combust." It was her turn to practically drop the cutlery. Between the two of us we finished that treacle sponge in record time, said our goodbyes and went out as slowly as we could manage into the night. "Your place or mine?" Then we discovered that we were both in the hostel. I'd been there the previous night (loco crew start very early), but this was her first night. When we arrived at the hostel, she looked at the room list. We went to her room and locked the door. "I don't want my room mate to come in on us," she explained. "I think she'll come anyway," I responded. God she was beautiful. After we'd eaten each other to take the edge off our lust, we were cuddling on the bed. "You're beautiful, and I love it that you are strong too," she told me. "I'm like an overgrown weed -- tall and thin." Still so self conscious. She leant down and kissed my flat stomach. I have to admit that a flat stomach is one advantage of being weedy. "This isn't weed," she whispered against it, "it's muscle, and I love it." As she moved down to my blond hairs and further, I moaned again. Of course I returned the favour, nuzzling her brown hairs and enjoying the wonderful taste and scent of her. This time it was slower. We explored and kissed and tasted each other's nectar turning to lie in each other's arms again, and tasting each other on our lips. "Do you realise, we were so in lust that we don't even know each other's names yet," I murmured. I felt her grin against me. "Mine's Cassie. And I've never done that before." She said. "Done what? Had sex with someone without knowing their name?" I asked. "Most of what we did, and doing it without knowing your name." She answered, blushing fiery red. I kissed her hard. "You were wonderful. What you did to me was just perfect. And I want to do it again. Oh, and I've never come three times in a row, so please help." And I moved down to kiss her breasts. Her laugh was delightful, and transformed to a moan as I laved her hard peaks with my tongue. She tangled her fingers in my long blonde hair, pulling my head to her. After a moment she pulled me up. "Please let me do that to you too." I found myself looking down on her shiny brown hair, alluringly messed from our earlier coupling and pulling her head to my bullets, rock hard from anticipation. The contact of her tongue on my aroused nipples made me gasp. I reached down with one hand to cup her breast and run my thumb over her peaks. I felt the moan in my chest. She responded by licking and kissing down over my stomach and down to pleasure me again. I pulled her round to a 69, and licked and drank of her nectar yet again. This time we both came like trains (forgive the pun). "I've only known you a few hours. I've only known your name for less than an hour, and I'm falling in love with you Cassie." "I thought it was just me, and I still don't know your name." "It's Alex -- and I think you just made me very happy." I beamed at her. I felt her hand on my breast again. Then amazingly the other on my pussy, shoving two fingers inside. I didn't think I could come again, but she was proving me wrong. "That's for not telling me you're my room mate, Alexandra." Cassie said with mock severity. "Sorry. We didn't need to lock the door. Alex came anyway." I grinned wickedly at her and shoved my fingers into her pussy. We both came again together. What a weekend. We wowed the customers and their children. Lots of excited smiling happy faces. We ran the trains professionally. And I had a girlfriend who loved me and lusted after me. And boy did I love and lust after her too. We never went to the castle. Cassie said it was a waste of money to pay for a castle. All we needed was a big comfortable bed, and we could spend some money on toys and our own bed instead. I've booked a surprise for our 25th anniversary. I discovered a castle with amenities. We still volunteer together on the railway. Hot days on the footplate and in the buffet car kitchen. And hot nights wherever we stay. But the best thing is we are home together afterwards. ------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, you might like to read its mirror image - Santa Specials: mirror image. Oh and please vote. They're competition stories! Santa Specials: Mirror Image We'd loaded up the service car with the presents, trolleys, boxes of food and drink, and spent the empty stock working readying the train for the influx of excited families. The lead steward asked me if I'd pop up to the loco when they'd run round and do drinks for the crew while the rest of the buffet crew helped with settling the passengers. The loco crew would have been on several hours before us lighting up and getting up steam for the day's trains, so they'd be grateful for a drink. I helped with the initial influx of passengers at the top of the train, but as soon as I felt the bump of the loco coming back on the train, I got off onto the platform and walked up to the loco. The fireman was building up the fire, and didn't notice me. "Hello, hello -- would you like a drink?" The shovel went back into the coal, and a head came out of the cab door. "What would you and your driver like to drink?" I asked. No response, and a long stare. Tall and skinny. Lovely face. Arrested green eyes you could drown in. And suddenly a blush. "Sorry -- I didn't hear what you said," "You did seem to lose your concentration," I laughed up. "What do you both want to drink?" "I'll have tea, white no sugar, and the driver would like chocolate. Thanks." "No problem. I'll be back with them in a minute," I was glad to turn away. I think I fancied the fireman. As I walked away, I heard the engine hissing, and looking back realised the face had disappeared to attend to it. I wasn't looking for love. In fact I was enjoying not having any ties, being able to concentrate on the challenges in my job and relaxing with friends while enjoying my railway hobby. If you've never been on a Santa Special on a steam railway, you've actually missed a treat. All the train staff dress up in the most ridiculous Christmas costumes. I was dressed as a Pixie. Christmas treats are served to all, and the buffet staff are continuously busy while the passengers make good use of the licensed bar served up to their seats. Of course the kids get to see Santa and receive a gift -- they're not bad either! But through the day I couldn't get my fireman out of my mind. Since when did the fireman become my fireman? Unfortunately I was busy when the loco crew had their next lot of drinks, so I didn't get a second look. Occasionally when the train went round a bend I could see a figure in the door of the loco, but that was it. We were busy clearing up ready for the next day on the empty stock working, and without thinking I'd manoeuvred myself to clear the carriages nearest the loco. Once the set was propelled into the carriage shed, I worked my way to the end door, stepped down and set off towards the loco. My fireman was just about to swing up into the cab to go for fuel, so I quickened my pace and called out. "Are you coming with us to the pub?" As my fireman turned towards me I was sure I saw a brief flash of interest. "Yeah. I was planning to eat there. See you there, I hope. But don't expect us for at least couple of hours -- we've got to coal up and dispose as well as shower." I was surprised at how much I minded the neutral reply. I wasn't looking for love -- or was I? Well at least my fireman would be there. "We've still got half an hour of cleaning left in the set, so I'm sure we'll still be there. See ya." I waved and smiled as my fireman swung up into the cab, the loco whistled to announce a move, and glided off to coal up. How could my fireman have got so under my skin? We hadn't really spoken; didn't know anything about each other. I turned back to help finish the cleaning and preparation for the next day, thinking, "Must be about 5ft 10. Skinny, but muscled. Must be to do that job. Much taller than me. God, I hope I'm not going to make a fool of myself. Wonder what colour hair is under that greasetop cap?" As soon as we'd finished, we removed our costumes and stowed them in the service car and trooped out. The lead steward turned off the carriage shed lights and locked the door behind us. I went straight to the pub with the others, and we all ordered food. It was a jolly party round the table and the conversation ranged widely over the day's amusements. Suddenly my fireman was there, ordering food at the bar. Strange, I hadn't imagined long hair under the greasetop cap, let alone long shiny blonde hair cascading down. I must have been staring. When my fireman turned round, there was a frozen moment, then a huge smile. I was so relieved I couldn't help but smile, and I knew it was a big one because I could feel my face ache. What shocked me was that my nipples hardened. It was only then that I realised I would have been devastated without that smile. God I had it bad. I was stuck in the middle of the table. The only empty seat was at one end. I watched as the occupant of the chair returned. The banter was light hearted but pointed, and my fireman got to eat sitting down amid much laughter at the occupant's expense. Our gazes kept clashing over the length of the table, and as a few people got up to leave, I managed to slide down on the bench near to my fireman. "Glad to see you're getting your strength up." I whispered, then laughed when I saw a definite fumble with the cutlery. I hadn't ordered a pudding, and the treacle sponge looked so good. My fireman held out the spoon. "Go on, taste it." It was gorgeous on a cold evening. That lovely sweet taste with the crumbly sponge and smooth custard. "Hey, what about me?" I realised I had eaten about half of it. I picked up a spoonful and fed it into that kissable mouth. When the tongue came out to lick the lips, I sighed with pleasure, and my fireman leaned over to whisper in my ear: "If we don't hurry up and finish this, I think I'm going to spontaneously combust." I practically dropped the spoon. Between the two of us we finished that treacle sponge in record time, said our goodbyes and went out as slowly as we could manage into the night. My fireman asked, "Your place or mine?" Then we discovered that we were both in the hostel. It was my first night, as I'd started early and arrived in time to go on duty. I looked at the room list and we went to my room. I locked the door. "I don't want my room mate to come in on us," I explained. I thought the response was slightly odd: "I think she'll come anyway," Clothes flew, and we took turns to eat each other to take the edge off our lust. We were cuddling on the bed, and I confided: "You're beautiful, and I love it that you are strong too," "I'm like an overgrown weed -- tall and thin." I leant down and kissed the flat stomach. "This isn't weed," I whispered against it, "it's muscle, and I love it." I moved down to the blonde hairs and further, and my gorgeous fireman moaned again. I could feel the favour being returned, lips on my pussy, tongue on my clit. This time it was slower. We explored and kissed and tasted each other's nectar turning to lie in each other's arms again, and tasting each other on our lips. "Do you realise, we were so in lust that we don't even know each other's names yet," I grinned. "Mine's Cassie. And I've never done that before." "Done what? Had sex with someone without knowing their name?" "Most of what we did, and doing it without knowing your name." I answered, and I could feel myself blushing fiery red. My fireman kissed my hand. "You were wonderful. What you did to me was just perfect. And I want to do it again. Oh, and I've never come three times in a row, so please help." I laughed, then moaned as kisses on my breasts and licks on my hard nipples excited me again. I tangled my fingers in long blonde hair, pulling hard into my breasts. After a moment I pulled back. "Please let me do that to you too." My fireman gasped, then reached down to cup my breast, running a thumb over my rock hard nipples making me moan. I licked and kissed that washboard stomach, and dipped my tongue into the belly button. Then down through the blonde curls to fill my mouth with the taste and feel. My fireman pulled me round to a 69, and licked and drank of my nectar yet again. This time we both came like trains (forgive the pun). "I've only known you a few hours. I've only known your name for less than an hour, and I'm falling in love with you Cassie." "I thought it was just me, and I still don't know your name." I laughed as we cuddled and relaxed. "It's Alex -- and I think you just made me very happy." The beaming smile warmed my heart. I reached out and caressed her breast again. Then trailed down the ridges and hollows, over the blonde curls and into her slick wetness. I didn't think she'd come a fourth time, but I was wrong. "That's for not telling me you're my room mate, Alexandra." I said with mock severity. "Sorry. We didn't need to lock the door. Alex came anyway." She grinned wickedly and shoved her fingers into my pussy. We both came again together. What a weekend. We wowed the customers and their children. Lots of excited smiling happy faces. We ran the trains professionally. And I had a girlfriend who loved me and lusted after me. And boy did I love and lust after her too. I discovered that my Alex, my fireman, was a big romantic. She'd booked a castle to propose to her previous girlfriend, but been dumped before telling her. My eyes filled up at Alex's hurt when she told me. When she proposed to me, we never went to the castle. I said it was a waste of money to pay for a castle. All we needed was a big comfortable bed, and we could spend some money on toys and our own bed instead. Unknown to me, Alex booked a surprise for our 25th anniversary. A castle with amenities. Our room was called the Sybian room. I didn't know what that meant till we got there. We had such a good time in that room, we only left it to eat. Oh, we did go for walks in the stunning scenery, finding a few wonderfully secluded spots. We still volunteer together on the railway. Hot days in the buffet car kitchen and on the footplate (Alex is a driver now, but I still think of her as my fireman), and hot nights wherever we stay. But the best thing is we are home together afterwards. ------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, you might like to read its mirror image - Santa Specials. Oh and please vote. They're competition stories!