“ LOVE string"

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by Hardrive

The store of that special day when a boy losses his virginity to a unknown on the midnight train to manhood."

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It was a stormy even and I was standing at the doorway watching my wife Cindy getting into her car. She was on her way to see her mother and as she entered the vehicle she turned and waved a final so long. Looking at the distant sky I noticed that the flash lights had intensified and the volume of the thunderclap was loader. That indicated that the storm was coming closer so I stepped outside to admonish my wife.

It began to spatter as Cindy's car backed out of the driveway but she stopped as soon as she saw mouthing the words, ‘ Take care baby.'That made her smile and she threw me a buss just as a deadbolt of lighting shot across the sky illuminating her face. The picture of Cindy's brass behind the rain-speckled glass brought back a store that made me leap and sent a chill up my spine.

Cindy must have thought I had been startled by the accompanying thunderclap but the shock came from seeing her shimmering face behind the rain speckled window. That prototype was very familiar and it brought back a outpouring of memories that were associated with the cheek of a girlfriend I hadn't thought about in eld.

Cindy waved one last time before backing the car to the bottom of the driveway and tuning it onto the street. Putting the car in gear mechanism she drove away and in less then a minute she disappeared into the dark and I was left alone with my thoughts.

I hadn't thought about Julie for years but now that her memory infest my thoughts I decided to pour myself a drink, sit down in my favored electric chair and give up my recollection of that dark and stormy night to parade across my mind. It was a special night. It was the dark I lost my actual virginity. I say actual because prior to meeting Julie I'd gotten close but never went all the way with a girl. Julie was my firstly. She was the firstly girl with who I consummated the act of copulation. She was the lady friend who provided me with the most stir and unforgettable sexual experience of my liveliness.

As I recall, it was the autumn of my 18th natal day and I was riding the midnight train on my way home from college. I remember that it was of late and the sky was stormy and dark as I boarded the railroad car. The train was full and almost every distance was taken by rider and their belongings. Looking up both rows of seat I spotted what looked like an evacuate place at the back of the car. Moving quickly I picked up my overfilled bag and staggered up the swaying islet, marching to the beat of the clankity-clank of steel wheel rolling on steel rail.

The lights in the car were dim and every so often they blacked out for various seconds making my unsteady tripper up the center aisle even more perilous. It seemed like I was apologizing every span of footmark as I unwittingly bumped into and stepped on several passengers along the way. Imagine my letdown when I finally arrived at the back of the car only to find that the seat I was hoping to take was not really free. It was partially occupied by a pretty young woman's feet.

In those twenty-four hours, train seats were actually long leather workbench divided into three hind end by retractable armrests. In this particular case, the bottom by the window was occupied by a sleeping boy about four or five years old. A young cleaning woman sat succeeding to him in the midriff hind end. She was curled up and reading a book and to ready herself comfortable she raised the adjacent armrest and extended her understructure into the aisle seat.

Not wanting to disturb her I started to walk away but she quickly withdrew her base and dropped the armrest creating a position for me. I smiled, thanked her and shoved my bag onto the viewgraph shelf before the swaying gearing forced me to plop down onto the rump. The new woman laughed and introduced herself. Her name was Julie and she seemed genuinely glad to meet me. After traveling all day with only the boy for company, she was glad to finally throw the company of someone closer to her age.

We hit it off correctly away. Julie was an extrovert and within the initiative minute she told me her aliveness story. She was twenty-two and a ace female parent but she was returning family to subsist with her grandparents. It seemed that after four years of cohabitating, her beau decided to empty her and the small fry. At first, she tried to piddle it on her own but after only three months of living alone she was hopelessly in debt and forced to take on her grandparent's assist.

The Lester Willis Young mother wasn't looking forward to living with them. They were very old way and very strict. She would experience no freedom in their house. No music, no drink, no company and near of all, no men. She told me that I would probably be the net man she would be able to talk to for a well long time. I said that I totally understood since I came form the same variety of traditional upbringing. Then I conveyed a few stories of my own experiences with nonindulgent parents and she laughed.

For a while we passed the time telling each other fib of how we circumvented our parent's unremitting scrutiny. Julie was honest-to-goodness and more experienced so her stories were more explicit. She spoke frankly about her sexual escapade not realizing that I was just a boy of 18 and a virgin at that. She treated me as an rival, that is to say, a sexually live adult. I went along with that sensing by agreeing with everything she said and occasionally falsely claiming that I had similar experiences.

As the night went on Julie continued to commove me with her intimate stories. It seems she and her boyfriend had quite an active sex life but it all ended about a month before he left. They had a big fight and he started sleeping on the living room couch. This really pissed Julie off since she didn't see why they couldn't disagree during the day but keep on having sex at Nox. The girl had quite a sexual appetite and though she didn't like her former swain she sure missed having sex with him.

When Julie finally ran out of conversation the silence seemed awkward so I pulled out a deck of cards and asked if she wanted to recreate. She agreed and pulled up the armrest that separated our prat. Julie then reached up to turn on the operating cost berth Christ Within and pointed it between us. As she did she put on a bit of a show. You see she was wearing one of those unloose correspond sleeveless blouse with no bra so as she extended her arm to adjust the lighter, I caught a glimpse of her subtle white meat and exquisite mammilla. The great deal of her breast made me freeze like a deer caught in the lights of an approach armoured combat vehicle, so I didn't posting when she turned her head and looked directly at me. When I felt her center I quickly averted my stare, but it was too late. To my surprise, Julie didn't say a watchword, she just smiled and placed a folded train-blanket between us to use as a table.

"What do you want to play ?"She asked with a coy smile that made me unsure if she was talking about playing wag or something else.

Being a sexual initiate I didn't pick up on her tinge so I just dealt us a hand of cassino, but before we finished the for the first time hand her conversation returned to her sex life-time. Julie spoke in hushed tint as she described the thing she liked to do with her boyfriend. Listening to her talk was like getting oral sex in your ear and as her chronicle became more lifelike I got more and more off on. Soon my hands began to tremble from the intimate tension. Julie asked if I was frigidness and offered to insure me with the blanket. I told her I wasn't cold just uncomfortable in the seat. She suggested a remedy. Asking me to watch, she turned in the seat to look me with her stage crossed Indian vogue.

Julie was wearing a short skirt that, while standing, fell just above her knee joint, but in that sitting position the skirt elevated to her upper berth second joint and gave me a brief peek at her white cotton panties. Pretending I hadn't seen, I thanked her for the suggestion but insisted I'd be more easy sitting as I was. Actually I wasn't lying. I had a huge erection and if I attempted to get up to modify my position it would have become obvious to her in a second base.

We continued playing cards but every so often Julie turn to reckon over her shoulder at her sleeping child. As she leaned back, her knee would rise just enough so that I could see up her leg all the way to the pit of her crotch. As horny as I was I couldn't help but look. On one of these occasions, she suddenly looked back and caught me looking again. I tried to avert my eyes but I was too late and I fully expected that she would adjust her skirt before she went back to attending to the small fry but she continued as if nothing happened.

The night progressed and her bird kept creeping up gamey and higher. With each turn to check the baby the view up her skirt got better and survive thirster. Eventually the aspect became a permanent fixture as her skirt crept up to the top of her thigh and stayed there. My trembling became more pronounced and I began to sudate and stammer. My playacting became quicksilver and I was just a muss. All the patch Julie just kept smiling and talking about her sex life pretending she couldn't see what she was doing to me. Then it dawned on me and I finally realized that she was purposely teasing me. She knew I could see up her annulus and she knew that her conversation was driving me unhinged. She knew it and she was enjoying every arcminute of it while I sweated, trembled and stammered.

Once I knew she was playing a game, I decided to unite in and render back as safe as I got. I stood up on the pretext that I needed to stretch along and I let her get a skilful prospicient look at the bulge in my jeans. The bulge was obvious but just to do sure she got the degree ; I adjusted my erection by positioning it along my thigh so she could see the full length and girth of my flub. When I sat down Julie looked down at my lap and then up to meet my optic. She gave me a knowing smile and leaned over to whisper that she was happy she wasn't a boy.

"Girls don't have to interest about getting a protuberance in their jeans when we get ruttish. We can hold our hullabaloo secret unless we want soul to recognize. In that case we let them see the wet spot on our panties."With that she discreetly pulled up her chick and leaned back to reveal a small wet stain at the base of her underpants.

For a tenacious clock time I just stared at the office while my mind visualized what I knew was on the other side of meat of that cotton material. She had certainly upped the ante and it was now my turn but I didn't know what to do. We were on a crowed train and though it was glowering and most of the rider were at peace and facing away from us, what I had in judgement would have gotten us thrown off the train. Thankfully, Julie took the initiative. She turned off the overhead Light and asked me to sit back. When I did she threw the blanket over my lap and said,"I feel responsible for putting you in that condition so let me do something to facilitate you out."With those Son she put her hand under the blanket and took wait of the bulge in my pants. Then she began to squeeze my dick rhythmically making it get even bountiful and harder.

Julie's touch felt capital but I was worried that individual would see what we were doing so I looked around at the passengers around us. almost of them had their backs to us except the masses directly across the gangway. Sitting across from us there was a young teenage girl and her parents but they were asleep. Still, I felt apprehensive and gave Julie a concern flavour. She smiled and asked if I wanted to impact her. Of course of action I did, but I was too shy to do so she took my hand and placed it between her branch. Then she put her hand over mine, parted her thigh and promote my finger's breadth down hard pressing them into her privates.

I was both delighted and ball over. Looking around I kept checking to see if anyone was looking and when I was surely it was safe I reached under the indulgent cotton fabric of her underpants until my finger found the moist crack of her vagina. Repeatedly stroking her cleft I moved up and down her silklike snap but didn't dare do anything else. Julie sensed my timidity and encouraged me to probe more aggressively by spreading her leg.

We did that for a while and I guess all that petting got Julie really hot, because she suddenly jumped up, put her manus under the blanket and began to unzip my pants. She struggled to unloosen my turncock but when she finally got it loose, it popped out like a gob in the box. Once she had me out, she skillfully stroke my shaft. Her grip was potent and I had to stifle a groan as she rhythmically squeezed my hawkshaw while pulling up and down on my foreskin. Each stroke made my wet bulblike cockhead fashion plate and seep a stream of pre-cum that ran down her hand as she continued to massage and fondle my cock.

It felt tremendous and I thought we had gone as far as we could go but Julie managed to surprise me. She suddenly scooted away from me, leaned forward and put her head under the blanket. I wasn't sure what she was going to do but when I felt her soft wet mouth cover the head of my cock I knew it was going to be good. It felt marvelous but this bluff new movement scared me. Anyone that saw us like this would love exactly what she was doing, so I sat up, put my hired hand over her head and tried to conceal the bobbing motions under the blanket.

Looking to my get out I checked out the passengers sitting across from us and to my revulsion I saw that the teenage girl sitting in the gangway derriere was looking directly at me. Her expression was very sober and I expected that as soon as she figured out what we were doing, she'd alert her parents and we'd be in a world of trouble… but she didn't. She just looked at the moving cover on my lap without saying a word. For a while I wondered if she really understood what was going on but as soon as I noticed that she had her hand between her legs, I got my resolution.

I had never been in such a situation. On my right wing I had a girl sucking my peter and on my left I had a girl watching me getting a blow job while she rubbed her pussy. It was unusual but I found I liked being watched. Being watched made what Julie was doing smell even better and in LE time than I care to admit, I felt myself at the very edge of reaching climax. Holding her head, I tried to stop Julie's decelerate up and down question but she wouldn't stop.

"Oh please,"I leaned forward and whispered a word of advice."I can't take hold back any longer. If you don't blockage now I'm going to cum."

Julie stopped, lifted her psyche and peeked up from under the blanket."That's okay,"she said with a coy smiling,"I want you to cum."Then she went back to what she was doing.

As Julie continued to give suck my dick, I looked at the lady friend across the aisle. Her eyes looked dreamy and I could tell that she wanted to see more, so I lifted a nook of the blanket to let her get a better look. The girl didn't change her expression but her focus became more intense as she watched Julie's mouth go up and down the distance of my cock. I could narrate that she was really getting turned on by the way she licked her lip and how she increased the speed that she was stroking her pussy.

I was getting into it too and soon found myself unable to obtain back any thirster. Closing my eyes and biting my knuckles, I began to moan as my hips rouse gamy and I got closer and closer to reaching climax. Then my cock started to jerk and I shot my load right into Julie's mouth.

As soon as she felt me coming, Julie's sucking got faster and as I pumped scene after nip into her mouth, I could feel her sucking and licking it all up until there was nothing left. When she was done, Julie sat up and snuggled close to me. Then she whispered in my ear."Did you relish that ?"I nodded that I did. Then Julie added,"Did letting that little girl watch us progress to it feel better ?"I was surprised she knew about that but I was too embarrassed to answer."That's okay, I liked being watched too."Then she winked at the young woman across the gangway and sat back in her seat.

For about five minutes we just sat there, holding helping hand while I caught my breath. Then Julie stood up, and whispered that I should wait a few minute of arc and follow her to the back of the train. She said she would be in the toilet facility waiting for me. I was to knock twice and number in.

After Julie left I stuffed my still partially raise dick back in my pants and pulled up my zipper. Then I pulled out my shirt to hold back the still visible bulge. As I stepped out into the gangway I looked down at the daughter that sat across from us. This time she smiled at me. I smiled back and I guess she took that as an invitation to meet my private parts because she reached under my shirt and took hold of my tool. That kind of surprised me and it felt upright too but there was no way this could go any further so I excused myself and headed to the convenience.

I got to the door, knocked twice and waited for Julie to reply. When the room access opened I could see her standing there with one fingerbreadth over her back talk to indicate that I was to be silent. Taking hold of my shirt she pulled me inside the flyspeck room. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. It was really cramped in there with almost no room to channelize. Julie reached up and kissed me. She slipped her tongue in my mouth and gave me the most passionate kiss I ever had. I returned the osculation with equal adore and squeezed her buttocks while pulling her up against my swollen dick.

After several osculation, Julie turned her back to me and I could hear the rustle of her clothing as she pulled up her doll and pulled down her scanty. Then she leaned forward resting her bridge player on the wall over the sink. I was a novitiate and had never fucked a girl before but I recognized an invitation when I saw one.

Reaching down I felt the soft round of golf flesh of her seraphic small ass. My fingers ran down the shot of her butt buttock to the soft wet pit between her legs."Hurry."She whispered as she pressed her ass against my crotch. Nervously I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my shorts. Even though I had cum within the last 10 minutes, my buckram wet turncock had grown to its good seven-inch length and I was ready to go again.

I wanted to start fucking her right away but the restroom was so small and cramped that I couldn't back-up enough to get the head of my rooster into her vagina. I had no room to back-up and Julie's wooden leg were already up against the swallow hole so she didn't have any room either. These railway line lavatories were not designed for fucking.

Once again Julie took the initiative. She swung her hips to one side while simultaneously reaching back to grab my cock. She pulled my dick down below her ass and got up on her toes. Taking a mite from her play I bent my knee joint and got my dick below her pussy. However, being a virgin I wasn't exactly sure about the placement of her opening so I began by plowing the middle of her crack. After a few second of that, Julie got tired of my fumbling and reached down between her legs to guide me to the right on spatial relation. Placing the head of my dick against the gentle folds at the back of her pussy, she pushed back against me and the head of my dick popped right in.

Eagerly I pushed up and the relief of my pecker slipped into her vaginal epithelial duct like a hot knife slicing into a tub of butter. It felt great. I had never felt anything like that before. Julie's pussy was flabby, warm and wet and when she contracted the mussels of her vagina, her tight grip sent wave of copulatory blissfulness through my physical structure. At long last my cherry was popped and I was no longer a Virgo. I finally knew how it felt to be inside a kitty-cat and the feeling was better than anything I ever felt before.

With my dick firmly inside her vagina, I was prepare to pop some serious fucking but the close quarters were still a trouble. There just wasn't any room to move and all I could create was some very shoal pumping apparent movement. No mater how hard I tried, I just couldn't get a just fuck going. It was really torment but Julie came to the rescue again. She just started to gyrate her vagina around my tool. That lady friend began to churn and turn her jam around my dick like she was mixing up a hitter of pancakes. Evidently this really felt full for her because with every turn she gave out a breathy moan. Soon she had a full rhythm going as she cried out"Ahy, ahy, ahy,"with each revolution of her pussy.

I had to admit that Julie's circular apparent motion felt good but not as good as the champion I was use to giving myself during masturbation. The natural action of my fist moving my prepuce up and down was what I craved, and the Best way to get that feeling during intercourse was the soundly old way in and out.

That's the movement I craved so in despair I put my hands on Julie's pelvic girdle and started to vigorously push and pull her backbone and Forth River while I moved my coxa in a synchronic motion. The routine worked well, though it was a bit noisy. Not that I gave a flying red cent. Hell, I was lost in a world of sense datum and my whole being was wrapped up in the joy of making love to Julie. And even though my ass kept slamming into the restroom threshold, and our love-making was beginning to sound like the 1812 Overture, I didn't care because I was in paradise and all my centering was on Julies hot and juicy pussy…. so you can imagine how totally surprise I was when the lock on the restroom door gave way and I suddenly found myself falling backward into the power train's corridor.



As I fell back, I instinctively held on to Julie's hips and we both went crashing through the john door and onto the storey. Apparently all the noise we were making pull in a lot of attending and when we looked up we saw a small chemical group of passenger that had gathered outside the restroom doorway to see what was going on. I'm sure they must have thought that one of the roulette wheel was coming off the train but what they found instead was me lying on the story with my pant below my human knee and Julie sitting on my lap with her panties around her mortise joint. It didn't remove them long to see out what we were doing.

For a spell we just sat there in add silence but when some old dame started to scream, Julie quickly jumped to her feet exposing my hard-on which only made the old bad scream even loader. somebody said she was going to faint and one of the men filled a cup with water supply from the swallow hole and threw it in her face. That shut her up.

There was nothing left for me to do but stuff my erect penis back into my pants while Julie pulled up her panties and adjusted her fabric. Humiliated, we walked back to our tail without looking at anyone, but that didn't stop to the highest degree of the on peach from giving out catcalls and hoots as we slithered back to our seats.

All this was bad enough but it was about to get worst. It seems that all the commotion alerted the music director and he came by to find out the position. outset he inspected the broken lavatory doorway and then talked to the passengers that were still standing near the convenience. We felt like everyone was looking at us, and I guess we were right because the next thing we know the music director walked down the aisle, stopped by our seats and ask us for our tickets. He kept the just the ticket, told us to nibble up our stuff and asked us to adopt him to the next car. There we waited until the train got to the next station.

The whole incident had been a total tragedy and a great embarrassment. The only good thing was that the boy had slept through the whole incident and was completely incognizant of his mother's shame.

The conductor escorted us off the power train and took us to the stationhouse place. He told the clerk that he was kicking us off the train for willful vandalism and asked that we be banned from riding his railroad train again. Then he returned to his post and the railroad train left the station.

After he was gone we talked to the place manager and tried to tell him our face of the taradiddle. We didn't tell him everything but we admitted that we caused the damage but denied that it was headstrong vandalism. It was an accident and we offered to pay for the fixing. Then we begged the manager to let us wind up our trip because we had no former way home. After making a few phone calls the manager decided to allow us to continue our journeying under two term. kickoff we had to pay for the hurt. Then he told us our old tickets were forfeited and we had to buy new ones.

Julie didn't have any money so I ended up paying for everything. Unfortunately I didn't have enough to pay for myself, so when I gave Julie her slate I didn't tell her I was going to have to hitch-hike abode. Instead I told her that component of the wad I made with the post manager was that we wouldn't change of location together. The station manager overhead us talking and gave me a nod. It was a silent gesture of favourable reception from one man to another.

When the side by side string arrived, I walked Julie to the gate and helped her and her son climb aboard. From the platform I watched her paseo through the cars until she found a seat. Once she was settled we stared at each other through the window knowing we would never see each other again. Then, as the wagon train began to slowly cast out of the station, it started to rain. Julie waved good-bye and pressed her mouth against the chicken feed just as a bolt of lighting flashed across the sky. That was the lowest time I saw her, but the simulacrum of her case shimmering from behind the rain-speckled glass burned itself deep into my memory.

Pouring myself another dirk, I stopped to reflect for and present moment before lifting my methamphetamine hydrochloride."Here's to Julie,"I said,"and the memory board of that peculiar day when I lost my virginity to a alien on the midnight string to manhood."

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