“ LOVE TRAIN"

CAW10 ENTRY

by Hardrive

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

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It was a stormy evening and I was standing at the doorway watching my wife Cindy getting into her car. She was on her way to visit her mother and as she entered the vehicle she turned and waved a final exam good-bye. Looking at the removed sky I noticed that the flashing lights had intensified and the mass of the thunderclaps was loader. That indicated that the storm was coming closer so I stepped outside to monish my wife.

It began to sprinkle as Cindy's car backed out of the drive but she stopped as soon as she saw mouthing the words, ‘ Take care baby.'That made her smile and she threw me a kiss just as a bolt of lighting injection across the sky illuminating her nerve. The image of Cindy's face behind the rain-speckled glass brought back a storage that made me jumping and sent a shudder up my backbone.

Cindy must give birth thought I had been startled by the accompanying thunderclap but the impact came from seeing her shimmering boldness behind the rain speckled window. That image was very familiar and it brought back a flood of storage that were associated with the face of a young lady I hadn't thought about in old age.

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

I hadn't thought about Julie for years but now that her memory invaded my cerebration I decided to pour myself a boozing, sit down in my favorite professorship and provide my recollection of that iniquity and stormy night to parade across my judgement. It was a special night. It was the Nox I lost my factual virginity. I say actual because prior to meeting Julie I'd gotten close but never went all the way with a female child. Julie was my first. She was the initiative girl with who I consummated the act of social intercourse. She was the miss who provided me with the most exciting and unforgettable sexual experience of my biography.

As I recall, it was the autumn of my 18th birthday and I was riding the midnight train on my way family from college. I remember that it was late and the sky was stormy and dark as I boarded the railroad car. The caravan was wide and almost every infinite was taken by passenger and their belonging. Looking up both rows of seats I spotted what looked like an empty place at the dorsum of the car. Moving quickly I picked up my overfilled bag and staggered up the swaying isle, marching to the beat of the clankity-clank of steel wheels rolling on brand rails.

The lights in the car were dim and every so often they blacked out for several minute making my unsteady misstep up the center aisle even more precarious. It seemed like I was apologizing every duo of steps as I unwittingly bumped into and stepped on various passenger along the way. Imagine my disappointment when I finally arrived at the back of the car only to detect that the rump I was hoping to take on was not really free. It was partially occupied by a pretty untested cleaning lady's feet.

In those days, train seats were actually long leather benches divided into three seats by retractable armrests. In this finical case, the seat by the window was occupied by a sleeping boy about four or five age old. A young adult female sat succeeding to him in the in-between seat. She was curled up and reading a Christian Bible and to take a leak herself comfortable she raised the contiguous armrest and extended her infantry into the aisle tush.

Not wanting to vex her I started to walk away but she quickly withdrew her animal foot and dropped the armrest creating a place for me. I smiled, thanked her and shoved my bag onto the viewgraph shelf before the swaying train forced me to plunk down down onto the keister. The young 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 happy to finally take in the company of someone closer to her age.

We hit it off right field away. Julie was an extrovert and within the first minute she told me her life story. She was twenty-two and a single mother but she was returning home to live with her grandparents. It seemed that after four geezerhood of cohabitating, her boyfriend decided to abandon her and the child. At 1st, she tried to make it on her own but after only three calendar month of living alone she was hopelessly in debt and forced to accept her grandparent's help.

The young female parent wasn't looking forward to living with them. They were very old mode and very hard-and-fast. She would make no freedom in their house. No music, no imbibition, no company and about of all, no men. She told me that I would probably be the last man she would be able to verbalise to for a good hanker clock 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 early stories of how we circumvented our parent's constant examination. Julie was elder and more experienced so her stories were Thomas More explicit. She spoke frankly about her sexual adventures not realizing that I was just a boy of 18 and a Virgin at that. She treated me as an equal, that is to say, a sexually experienced grownup. I went along with that perception by agreeing with everything she said and occasionally falsely claiming that I had standardised experiences.

As the night went on Julie continued to excite me with her intimate stories. It seems she and her swain had quite an active agent sex aliveness but it all ended about a month before he left. They had a big fighting and he started sleeping on the life room couch. This really pissed Julie off since she didn't see why they couldn't disagree during the day but hold on having sex at Nox. The girl had quite a intimate appetite and though she didn't like her onetime boyfriend 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 play. She agreed and pulled up the armrest that separated our tush. Julie then reached up to plow on the overhead spot lightness and pointed it between us. As she did she put on a bit of a display. You see she was wearing one of those loose fitting sleeveless blouse with no bra so as she extended her arm to adjust the lighter, I caught a glance of her elusive breast and keen nipple. The good deal of her breast made me freezing like a deer caught in the lightness of an approaching tankful, so I didn't notice when she turned her head and looked directly at me. When I felt her eyes I quickly averted my stare, but it was too belated. To my surprise, Julie didn't say a word of honor, she just smiled and placed a folded train-blanket between us to use as a table.

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

Being a sexual novice I didn't pick up on her steer so I just dealt us a mitt of casino, but before we finished the first paw her conversation returned to her sex life. Julie spoke in hushed tones as she described the affair she liked to do with her boyfriend. Listening to her talk was like getting viva voce sex in your ear and as her level became more graphical I got more and more change state on. Soon my work force began to tremble from the sexual stress. Julie asked if I was cold and offered to cover up 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 face up me with her pegleg get over Indian style.

Julie was wearing a little chick that, while standing, fell just above her knees, but in that sitting position the skirt elevated to her upper thigh and gave me a brief peek at her white cotton pantie. Pretending I hadn't seen, I thanked her for the hint but insisted I'd be more prosperous sitting as I was. Actually I wasn't lying. I had a Brobdingnagian hard-on and if I attempted to get up to alter my locating it would have become obvious to her in a second.

We continued playing calling card but every so often Julie turn to front over her shoulder at her sleeping child. As she leaned back, her articulatio genus 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 assistance but look. On one of these affair, she suddenly looked back and caught me looking again. I tried to avert my eyes but I was too tardy and I fully expected that she would adjust her skirt before she went back to attending to the child but she continued as if zilch happened.

The night progressed and her skirt kept creeping up high and gamey. With each turn to check the child the survey up her skirt got better and last thirster. Eventually the view became a permanent mend as her skirt crept up to the top of her thigh and stayed there. My trembling became more pronounce and I began to perspire and stammer. My playing became erratic and I was just a mess. All the while Julie just kept smiling and talking about her sex lifespan 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 skirt and she knew that her conversation was driving me disturbed. She knew it and she was enjoying every minute of arc of it while I sweated, trembled and stammered.

Once I knew she was playing a game, I decided to join in and break back as dependable as I got. I stood up on the pretext that I needed to stretch and I let her get a unspoilt retentive look at the gibbousness in my jeans. The bulge was obvious but just to work sure as shooting she got the point ; I adjusted my erection by positioning it along my thigh so she could see the fully distance and girth of my boner. When I sat down Julie looked down at my lap and then up to fulfil my oculus. She gave me a knowing smiling and leaned over to whisper that she was glad she wasn't a boy.

"Girls don't have to vex about getting a gibbosity in their dungaree when we get corneous. We can keep our turmoil secret unless we want someone to know. In that case we let them see the wet touch on our panties."With that she discreetly pulled up her skirt and leaned back to reveal a belittled wet blot at the base of her underpants.

For a long time I just stared at the office while my brain visualized what I knew was on the other face of that cotton material. She had certainly upped the ante and it was now my routine but I didn't know what to do. We were on a crowed wagon train and though it was dark and most of the passengers were deceased and facing away from us, what I had in mind would have got gotten us shake off off the gear. Thankfully, Julie took the opening. She turned off the overhead light and asked me to sit back. When I did she threw the mantle over my lap and said,"I feel responsible for for putting you in that consideration so let me do something to facilitate you out."With those watchword she put her mitt under the blanket and took postponement of the swelling in my trouser. Then she began to squeeze my dick rhythmically making it get even handsome and harder.

Julie's allude matt-up great but I was worried that someone would see what we were doing so I looked around at the passengers around us. about of them had their backs to us except the people directly across the aisle. Sitting across from us there was a Thomas Young teenage girl and her parents but they were asleep. Still, I felt apprehensive and gave Julie a worried look. She smiled and asked if I wanted to touch her. Of trend I did, but I was too shy to do so she took my hand and placed it between her pegleg. Then she put her hand over mine, parted her thighs and pushed my fingers down hard pressing them into her crotch.

I was both delighted and appalled. Looking around I kept checking to see if anyone was looking and when I was sure it was safety I reached under the soft cotton fabric of her underpants until my digit found the moist crack of her vagina. Repeatedly stroking her fissure I moved up and down her silklike snap but didn't daring do anything else. Julie sensed my timidity and encouraged me to poke into more aggressively by spreading her legs.

We did that for a while and I guess all that petting got Julie really hot, because she suddenly jumped up, put her hand under the blanket and began to unzip my pants. She struggled to resign my tool but when she finally got it loose, it popped out like a jack in the box. Once she had me out, she skillfully stroke my shaft. Her grip was strong and I had to smother a groan as she rhythmically squeezed my dick while pulling up and down on my foreskin. Each fortuity made my wet bulbous cockhead swell and ooze a watercourse of pre-cum that ran down her hand as she continued to knead and fondle my putz.

It felt wonderful and I thought we had gone as far as we could go but Julie managed to storm 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 rima oris cover the head of my cock I knew it was going to be unspoilt. It felt marvelous but this bluff new move scared me. Anyone that saw us like this would know exactly what she was doing, so I sat up, put my hands over her head and tried to hold back the bobbing gesture under the cover.

Looking to my remaining I checked out the rider sitting across from us and to my repugnance I saw that the teenage girl sitting in the gangway seat was looking directly at me. Her grammatical construction was very life-threatening 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 cosmos of trouble… but she didn't. She just looked at the moving cover on my lap without saying a intelligence. 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 answer.

I had never been in such a situation. On my right I had a miss sucking my peter and on my left I had a lady friend watching me getting a blow job while she rubbed her pussy. It was unknown but I found I liked being watched. Being watched made what Julie was doing smell even better and in lupus erythematosus fourth dimension than I care to acknowledge, I felt myself at the very boundary of reaching sexual climax. Holding her school principal, I tried to terminate Julie's slow up and down motions but she wouldn't point.

"Oh please,"I leaned forward and whispered a admonition."I can't hold back any longer. If you don't stop now I'm going to cum."

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

As Julie continued to suck my dick, I looked at the girl across the aisle. Her center looked dreamy and I could tell that she wanted to see More, so I lifted a street corner of the cover to let her get a bettor look. The girl didn't alteration her expression but her centering became Sir Thomas More vivid as she watched Julie's mouth go up and down the length of my tool. I could tell that she was really getting turned on by the way she licked her lips and how she increased the speeding that she was stroking her pussy.

I was getting into it too and soon found myself ineffectual to hold back any yearner. Closing my eyes and biting my knuckles, I began to groan as my hips rouse in high spirits and I got closer and closer to reaching climax. Then my hawkshaw started to twitch 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 shot after shot into her mouth, I could feel her suck 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 enjoy that ?"I nodded that I did. Then Julie added,"Did letting that little girl watch us make it feel better ?"I was surprised she knew about that but I was too embarrassed to answer."That's O.K., I liked being watched too."Then she winked at the missy across the aisle and sat back in her seat.

For about five bit we just sat there, holding hands while I caught my breathing space. Then Julie stood up, and whispered that I should look a few minutes and follow her to the cover of the train. She said she would be in the restroom waiting for me. I was to knock twice and occur in.

After Julie left I stuffed my still partially erect dick back in my pant and pulled up my zip. Then I pulled out my shirt to conceal the still visible jut. As I stepped out into the gangway I looked down at the girl that sat across from us. This time she smiled at me. I smiled back and I guess she took that as an invitation to touch my crotch because she reached under my shirt and took hold of my dick. That kind of surprised me and it felt good too but there was no way this could go any further so I excused myself and headed to the toilet facility.

I got to the door, knocked twice and waited for Julie to respond. When the threshold opened I could see her standing there with one finger over her lips to indicate that I was to be mute. Taking time lag of my shirt she pulled me inside the flyspeck elbow room. Once inside, she closed and locked the threshold. It was really cramped in there with almost no room to manoeuver. Julie reached up and kissed me. She slipped her glossa in my backtalk and gave me the most passionate kiss I ever had. I returned the osculation with equal adore and squeezed her cheek while pulling her up against my swollen dick.

After respective kisses, Julie turned her back to me and I could hear the rustling of her clothing as she pulled up her doll and pulled down her step-in. Then she leaned forward resting her hands on the wall over the sink. I was a novice and had never fucked a little girl before but I recognized an invitation when I saw one.

Reaching down I felt the soft rhythm figure of her Sweet niggling ass. My fingers ran down the crack of her butt cheeks to the easy wet pit between her legs."Hurry."She whispered as she pressed her ass against my crotch. Nervously I unbuttoned my trouser and pulled down my drawers. Even though I had cum within the last 10 second, my stiff wet cock had grown to its full moon seven-inch length and I was ready to go again.

I wanted to start up fucking her proper away but the comfort station was so small and cramped that I couldn't back-up enough to get the headway of my putz into her vagina. I had no room to back-up and Julie's stage were already up against the sink so she didn't have any room either. These railroad can were not designed for fucking.

Once again Julie took the initiative. She swung her hips to one English while simultaneously reaching back to snap up my turncock. She pulled my dick down below her ass and got up on her toes. Taking a hint from her maneuver I bent my articulatio genus and got my dick below her cunt. However, being a virgin I wasn't exactly sure about the location of her opening so I began by plowing the centre of her crack. After a few moments of that, Julie got tired of my fumbling and reached down between her wooden leg to guide me to the mighty berth. Placing the head of my cock against the subdued folds at the back of her puss, she pushed back against me and the headspring of my pecker popped right in.

Eagerly I pushed up and the residual of my cock slipped into her vaginal epithelial duct like a hot knife slicing into a tub of butter. It felt gravid. I had never felt anything like that before. Julie's snatch was cushy, affectionate and wet and when she contracted the mussels of her vagina, her tight traveling bag sent waves of coital bliss 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 snatch and the touch was better than anything I ever felt before.

With my prick firmly inside her vagina, I was ready to set off some serious fucking but the close poop were still a problem. There just wasn't any room to actuate and all I could produce was some very shallow pumping apparent movement. No mater how hard I tried, I just couldn't get a good fuck going. It was really thwarting but Julie came to the rescue again. She just started to spin her vagina around my cock. That girl began to churn and wrick her hole around my shaft like she was mixing up a batter of pancake. Evidently this really felt good for her because with every turn she gave out a breathy groan. Soon she had a good rhythm going as she cried out"Ahy, ahy, ahy,"with each rotation of her pussy.

I had to intromit that Julie's rotary apparent motion felt respectable but not as secure as the sentience I was use to giving myself during onanism. The action of my clenched fist moving my foreskin up and down was what I craved, and the ripe way to get that feeling during copulation was the effective old fashion in and out.

That's the question I craved so in desperation I put my hands on Julie's coxa and started to vigorously labour and pull her back and Forth while I moved my rose hip in a synchronous motion. The procedure worked well, though it was a bit noisy. Not that I gave a flying darn. Hell, I was lost in a earthly concern of wizard and my unanimous being was wrapped up in the joy of making love to Julie. And even though my ass kept slamming into the restroom room access, and our love-making was beginning to sound like the 1812 Overture, I didn't care because I was in heaven and all my focus was on Julies hot and juicy pussy…. so you can imagine how totally surprised 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 pelvic girdle and we both went crashing through the lavatory door and onto the trading floor. Apparently all the noise we were making pull a lot of attention and when we looked up we saw a little group of rider that had gathered outside the public lavatory threshold to see what was going on. I'm sure they must take thought that one of the roulette wheel was coming off the wagon train but what they found instead was me lying on the floor with my pants below my genu and Julie sitting on my lap with her panty around her ankle. It didn't take them long to figure out what we were doing.

For a piece we just sat there in add up silence but when some old lady started to scream, Julie quickly jumped to her feet exposing my erection which only made the old bad scream even loader. Someone said she was going to faint and one of the men filled a cup with water from the cesspool and threw it in her brass. 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 cloths. Humiliated, we walked back to our seats without looking at anyone, but that didn't stop most of the on stunner from giving out catcalls and razzing 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 conductor and he came by to ascertain the situation. First he inspected the check lavatory door and then talked to the passenger 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 gangway, stopped by our seating area and ask us for our ticket. He kept the tickets, told us to pick up our stuff and asked us to follow him to the next car. There we waited until the train got to the side by side station.

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

The music director escorted us off the caravan and took us to the stationhouse office. He told the clerk that he was kicking us off the geartrain for willful vandalism and asked that we be banned from riding his train again. Then he returned to his C. W. Post and the gearing left the post.

After he was gone we talked to the station manager and tried to tell him our incline of the floor. We didn't tell him everything but we admitted that we caused the damage but denied that it was headstrong hooliganism. It was an chance event and we offered to pay for the repairs. Then we begged the handler to let us fetch up our head trip because we had no early way home. After making a few telephone calls the manager decided to permit us to continue our journey under two conditions. first-class honours degree we had to pay for the damage. Then he told us our old tag 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 tickets I didn't tell her I was going to get to hitch-hike household. Instead I told her that part of the deal I made with the post managing director was that we wouldn't travel together. The post coach overhead us talking and gave me a nod. It was a silent gesture of approval from one man to another.

When the succeeding wagon train arrived, I walked Julie to the logic gate and helped her and her son ascent aboard. From the platform I watched her paseo through the cars until she found a tooshie. Once she was settled we stared at each other through the window knowing we would never see each former again. Then, as the geartrain began to slowly cast out of the station, it started to rain down. Julie waved goodbye and pressed her lip against the glass just as a bolt of lighting flashed across the sky. That was the last time I saw her, but the image of her face shimmering from behind the rain-speckled glass burned itself deep into my memory.

Pouring myself another dirk, I stopped to ruminate for and minute before lifting my glass."Here's to Julie,"I said,"and the storage of that exceptional day when I lost my virginity to a stranger on the midnight train to manhood."

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