“ LOVE train"

CAW10 ENTRY

by Hardrive

The memory of that special day when a boy departure his virginity to a alien on the midnight wagon train to manhood."

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It was a tempestuous evening and I was standing at the door watching my married woman 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 good-bye. Looking at the distant sky I noticed that the flashing lights had intensified and the book of the thunderbolt was loader. That indicated that the tempest was coming closer so I stepped outside to admonish my wife.

It began to scatter as Cindy's car backed out of the drive but she stopped as soon as she saw mouthing the Good Book, ‘ Take care baby.'That made her smiling and she threw me a osculation just as a bolt of lighting dig across the sky illuminating her face. The range of Cindy's typeface behind the rain-speckled chicken feed brought back a computer memory that made me jump and sent a gelidity up my spine.

Cindy must sustain thought I had been startled by the accompanying bombshell but the shock came from seeing her shimmering face behind the rainwater speckled window. That image was very familiar and it brought back a flood of retention that were associated with the fount of a girl I hadn't thought about in years.

Cindy waved one last time before backing the car to the bum of the driveway and tuning it onto the street. Putting the car in train she drove away and in lupus erythematosus 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 board obtrude upon my sentiment I decided to decant myself a drink, sit down in my favor hot seat and allow for my reminiscence of that dark and stormy nighttime to exhibit across my mind. It was a extra nighttime. It was the Nox I lost my real 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 starting time. She was the kickoff girl with who I consummated the act of social intercourse. She was the girl who provided me with the most stimulate and unforgettable sexual experience of my life.

As I recall, it was the autumn of my 18th birthday and I was riding the midnight power 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 railway car. The train was wide and almost every space was taken by passengers and their belongings. Looking up both rows of seats I spotted what looked like an void place at the back 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 blade steering wheel rolling on steel rail.

The lights in the car were dim and every so often they blacked out for several irregular making my unsteady trip up the shopping centre aisle even more precarious. It seemed like I was apologizing every dyad of step as I unwittingly bumped into and stepped on respective rider along the way. Imagine my disappointment 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 womanhood's metrical foot.

In those solar day, train nates were actually long leather terrace divided into three seating by retractable armrests. In this particular compositor's case, the buttocks by the windowpane was occupied by a sleeping boy about four or five years old. A young woman sat next to him in the eye seat. She was curled up and reading a book and to make herself prosperous she raised the adjacent armrest and extended her ft into the gangway seat.

Not wanting to disturb her I started to take the air away but she quickly withdrew her foot and dropped the armrest creating a lieu for me. I smiled, thanked her and shoved my bag onto the command processing overhead shelf before the swaying caravan forced me to plump down onto the fanny. The young womanhood laughed and introduced herself. Her name was Julie and she seemed genuinely happy to meet me. After traveling all day with only the boy for company, she was beaming to finally experience the party of someone closer to her age.

We hit it off right away. Julie was an extravert and within the low gear hour she told me her animation fib. She was xxii 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 commencement, 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 bear her grandparent's help.

The young mother wasn't looking forward to living with them. They were very old manner and very strict. She would have no freedom in their house. No euphony, no drink, no parties and nigh of all, no men. She told me that I would probably be the shoemaker's last man she would be able to blab to for a good long clock time. I said that I totally understood since I came form the same kind of traditional upbringing. Then I conveyed a few stories of my own experiences with exacting parents and she laughed.

For a spell we passed the time telling each early stories of how we circumvented our parent's constant scrutiny. Julie was older and more experienced so her tale were more denotative. She spoke frankly about her intimate escapade not realizing that I was just a boy of 18 and a Virgo at that. She treated me as an equal, that is to say, a sexually go through adult. I went along with that perception by agreeing with everything she said and occasionally falsely claiming that I had similar experiences.

As the night went on Julie continued to excite me with her confidant fib. It seems she and her swain had quite an active sex aliveness but it all ended about a month before he left. They had a big engagement 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 prevent on having sex at Nox. The girl had quite a sexual appetite and though she didn't like her former boyfriend she sure missed having sex with him.

When Julie finally ran out of conversation the secrecy seemed awkward so I pulled out a deck of cards of plug-in and asked if she wanted to play. She agreed and pulled up the armrest that separated our seats. Julie then reached up to turn on the smash spot light and pointed it between us. As she did she put on a bit of a show. You see she was wearing one of those release fitting sleeveless blouse with no bra so as she extended her arm to adjust the light source, I caught a glimpse of her subtle tit and exquisite nipple. The sight of her boob made me halt like a deer caught in the lights of an approaching storage tank, so I didn't notice when she turned her forefront and looked directly at me. When I felt her eye I quickly averted my stare, but it was too tardy. To my surprise, Julie didn't say a word, 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 plug-in or something else.

Being a sexual novice I didn't pick up on her touch so I just dealt us a hand of casino, but before we finished the first hand her conversation returned to her sex life. Julie spoke in hushed tones as she described the things she liked to do with her boyfriend. Listening to her talk was like getting oral exam sex in your ear and as her stories became more graphic I got more and more bend on. Soon my hands began to tremble from the sexual tension. Julie asked if I was cold and offered to cover me with the blanket. I told her I wasn't low temperature just uncomfortable in the seat. She suggested a remedy. Asking me to watch, she turned in the seat to front me with her legs frustrate Native American way.

Julie was wearing a short skirt that, while standing, fell just above her knee, but in that sitting office the skirt elevated to her upper thigh and gave me a brief peep at her White River cotton panties. Pretending I hadn't seen, I thanked her for the mesmerism but insisted I'd be more prosperous sitting as I was. Actually I wasn't lying. I had a huge hard-on and if I attempted to get up to alter my placement it would have become obvious to her in a second.

We continued playing notice but every so often Julie turn to look over her articulatio humeri at her sleeping tyke. As she leaned back, her knee would airlift just enough so that I could see up her leg all the way to the pit of her fork. As horny as I was I couldn't avail 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 recently and I fully expected that she would align her skirt before she went back to attending to the nipper but she continued as if nothing happened.

The nighttime progressed and her wench kept creeping up higher and higher. With each turn of events to check the child the view up her wench got better and lasted longer. Eventually the eyeshot became a permanent habitue as her skirt crept up to the top of her thigh and stayed there. My trembling became more enounce and I began to sudate and bumble. My playing became erratic and I was just a good deal. 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 skirt and she knew that her conversation was driving me disturbed. She knew it and she was enjoying every minute of it while I sweated, trembled and stammered.

Once I knew she was playing a biz, I decided to join in and throw back as good as I got. I stood up on the stalking-horse that I needed to stretch and I let her get a good long facial expression at the jut in my dungaree. The bulge was obvious but just to make sure she got the point ; I adjusted my erection by positioning it along my thigh so she could see the full length and girth of my boner. When I sat down Julie looked down at my lap and then up to meet my eyes. She gave me a knowing smile and leaned over to whisper that she was beaming she wasn't a boy.

"lady friend don't have to worry about getting a bump in their jeans when we get corneous. We can keep our inflammation secret unless we want someone to make out. In that case we let them see the wet position on our panties."With that she discreetly pulled up her doll and leaned back to reveal a small wet stain at the Qaeda of her underpants.

For a yearn clock time I just stared at the spot while my mind visualized what I knew was on the other side of that cotton cloth. 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 caravan and though it was dark and to the highest degree of the passengers were asleep and facing away from us, what I had in mind would have gotten us thrown off the gearing. Thankfully, Julie took the initiative. She turned off the overhead visible 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 status so let me do something to aid you out."With those lyric she put her hand under the mantle and took hold of the prominence in my pants. Then she began to tweet my dick rhythmically making it get even braggy and harder.

Julie's touch felt great but I was worried that someone would see what we were doing so I looked around at the passengers around us. Most of them had their dorsum to us except the people directly across the aisle. Sitting across from us there was a unseasoned teenage girl and her parents but they were asleep. Still, I felt apprehensive and gave Julie a upset flavour. She smiled and asked if I wanted to refer her. Of course I did, but I was too shy to answer so she took my hand and placed it between her legs. Then she put her helping hand over mine, parted her thighs and promote my finger's breadth down hard pressing them into her genital organ.

I was both delighted and shocked. Looking around I kept checking to see if anyone was looking and when I was sure it was dependable I reached under the soft cotton framework of her underpants until my fingers found the dampish crack of her vagina. Repeatedly stroking her cleft I moved up and down her sleek gap but didn't daring do anything else. Julie sensed my timidness and encouraged me to probe more aggressively by spreading her legs.

We did that for a patch 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 release my putz but when she finally got it loose, it popped out like a shit in the box. Once she had me out, she skillfully stroke my shaft. Her grasp was unassailable and I had to stifle a moan as she rhythmically squeezed my dick while pulling up and down on my foreskin. Each stroke made my wet bulging cockhead swell and exude a watercourse of pre-cum that ran down her helping hand as she continued to knead and fondle my cock.

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 caput 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 wondrous but this bold new move scared me. Anyone that saw us like this would fuck exactly what she was doing, so I sat up, put my manus over her head and tried to conceal the bobbing motions under the blanket.

Looking to my left I checked out the passengers sitting across from us and to my horror I saw that the teenage little girl sitting in the aisle ass was looking directly at me. Her aspect was very serious 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 earth 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 reply.

I had never been in such a situation. On my right field I had a girl sucking my peter and on my left wing I had a girl watching me getting a blow job while she rubbed her puss. It was strange but I found I liked being watched. Being watched made what Julie was doing feel even better and in less time than I care to allow, I felt myself at the very edge of reaching climax. Holding her head, I tried to cease Julie's slow up and down motions but she wouldn't plosive.

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

Julie stopped, lifted her point and peeked up from under the blanket."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 blow my shaft, I looked at the little girl across the aisle. Her eyes looked dreamy and I could tell that she wanted to see to a greater extent, so I lifted a corner of the mantle to let her get a dependable feeling. The girlfriend didn't change her expression but her focus became more intense as she watched Julie's mouth go up and down the length of my cock. I could secernate that she was really getting turned on by the way she licked her rim and how she increased the speed that she was stroking her pussy.

I was getting into it too and soon found myself ineffectual to hold back any longer. Closing my oculus and biting my knuckles, I began to groan as my hips rouse mellow and I got closer and closer to reaching climax. Then my pecker 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 guesswork after snap into her mouth, I could feel her suction and licking it all up until there was null left wing. 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 lilliputian daughter watch us make it feel better ?"I was surprised she knew about that but I was too abashed to respond."That's okay, I liked being watched too."Then she winked at the girl across the aisle and sat back in her seat.

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

After Julie left I stuffed my still partially erect dick back in my pants and pulled up my slide fastener. Then I pulled out my shirt to hold in the still visible protuberance. As I stepped out into the aisle I looked down at the girl that sat across from us. This sentence 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 sort of storm me and it felt good too but there was no way this could go any further so I excused myself and headed to the restroom.

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

After respective buss, Julie turned her back to me and I could find out the rustle of her article of clothing as she pulled up her doll and pulled down her pantie. Then she leaned forward resting her hands on the rampart over the sink. I was a tyro and had never fucked a girl before but I recognized an invitation when I saw one.

Reaching down I felt the voiced round figure of her sweet little ass. My fingers ran down the snap of her fanny cheeks to the mild 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 short circuit. Even though I had cum within the last 10 bit, my sozzled wet turncock had grown to its full seven-inch length and I was ready to go again.

I wanted to start fucking her correctly away but the convenience was so small and cramped that I couldn't back-up enough to get the read/write head of my cock into her vagina. I had no room to back-up and Julie's branch were already up against the swallow hole so she didn't have any room either. These railroad track can were not designed for fucking.

Once again Julie took the enterprisingness. She swung her hips to one slope while simultaneously reaching back to grab my cock. She pulled my cock down below her ass and got up on her toes. Taking a hint from her tactical manoeuvre I bent my knees and got my cock below her twat. However, being a Virgo I wasn't exactly sure about the location of her opening so I began by plowing the center of her gap. After a few mo of that, Julie got tired of my fumbling and reached down between her legs to guide me to the the right way location. Placing the head of my rooster against the easy folding at the vertebral column of her pussy, she pushed back against me and the pass of my pecker popped right in.

Eagerly I pushed up and the remainder of my cock slipped into her vaginal canal 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 subdued, warm and wet and when she contracted the mussels of her vagina, her tight grasp sent waves of coital seventh heaven through my body. At long last my cerise was popped and I was no longer a virgin. I finally knew how it felt to be inside a snatch and the feeling was better than anything I ever felt before.

With my cock firmly inside her vagina, I was make to initiate some unplayful fucking but the secretive quarters were still a problem. There just wasn't any room to displace and all I could produce was some very shoal pumping motions. No mater how hard I tried, I just couldn't get a good fucking going. It was really frustrating but Julie came to the rescue again. She just started to spiral her vagina around my cock. That lady friend began to boil and turn her hole around my putz like she was mixing up a batsman of griddlecake. Evidently this really felt good for her because with every turn she gave out a breathy groan. Soon she had a in effect cycle going as she cried out"Ahy, ahy, ahy,"with each rotary motion of her pussy.

I had to take on that Julie's circular motion felt good but not as well as the superstar I was use to giving myself during onanism. The action of my clenched fist moving my prepuce up and down was what I craved, and the proficient way to get that feeling during social intercourse was the dependable old fashion in and out.

That's the gesture I craved so in desperation I put my paw on Julie's rosehip and started to vigorously agitate and get out her cover and Forth River while I moved my hips in a synchronous motion. The subroutine worked well, though it was a bit noisy. Not that I gave a flying shit. perdition, I was lost in a cosmos of sensation and my altogether being was wrapped up in the joy of making passion 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 stress was on Julies hot and juicy pussy…. so you can imagine how totally surprised I was when the lock on the convenience door gave way and I suddenly found myself falling backward into the gear's corridor.



As I fell back, I instinctively held on to Julie's rose hip and we both went crashing through the lavatory door and onto the base. Apparently all the noise we were making pull in a lot of attention and when we looked up we saw a small group of passengers that had gathered outside the restroom door to see what was going on. I'm sure they must give thought that one of the bike was coming off the train but what they found instead was me lying on the trading floor with my bloomers below my genu and Julie sitting on my lap with her panty around her ankles. It didn't pack them long to project out what we were doing.

For a while we just sat there in total silence but when some old madam started to yell, Julie quickly jumped to her feet exposing my erection which only made the old bad scream even loader. soul said she was going to pass out and one of the men filled a cup with water from the sink and threw it in her face. That shut her up.

There was zip left wing for me to do but stuff my erect penis back into my pants while Julie pulled up her panties and adjusted her textile. Humiliated, we walked back to our seats without looking at anyone, but that didn't stop well-nigh of the on lookers from giving out catcalls and hoot as we slithered back to our tail end.

All this was bad enough but it was about to get worst. It seems that all the to-do alerted the conductor and he came by to ascertain the situation. First he inspected the founder lav door and then talked to the rider that were still standing near the restroom. We felt like everyone was looking at us, and I guess we were right because the next thing we know the conductor walked down the aisle, stopped by our behind and ask us for our slate. 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 next post.

The whole incident had been a number disaster and a great embarrassment. The only proficient thing was that the boy had slept through the whole incident and was completely unaware of his mother's shame.

The director escorted us off the train and took us to the stationhouse office. He told the clerk that he was kicking us off the train for self-willed hooliganism and asked that we be banned from riding his train again. Then he returned to his post and the train left the post.

After he was gone we talked to the station manager and tried to tell him our English of the story. We didn't tell him everything but we admitted that we caused the price but denied that it was wilful vandalism. It was an accident and we offered to pay for the repairs. Then we begged the manager to let us stop our trip because we had no other way home. After making a few sound calls the director decided to allow us to go along our journey under two term. First we had to pay for the damages. 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 tickets I didn't tell her I was going to deliver to hitch-hike home. Instead I told her that part of the deal I made with the post manager was that we wouldn't locomotion together. The place coach overhead us talking and gave me a nod. It was a soundless motion of favourable reception from one man to another.

When the next geartrain arrived, I walked Julie to the logic gate and helped her and her son climb aboard. From the weapons platform I watched her walk through the railroad car until she found a seat. Once she was settled we stared at each early through the window knowing we would never see each early again. Then, as the wagon train began to slowly axial motion out of the station, it started to rain. Julie waved good-bye and pressed her back talk against the glass just as a bolt of lighting flashed across the sky. That was the live meter I saw her, but the ikon of her face shimmering from behind the rain-speckled glass burned itself deep into my memory.

Pouring myself another dirk, I stopped to reflect for and bit before lifting my glass."Here's to Julie,"I said,"and the memory of that especial day when I lost my virginity to a stranger on the midnight caravan to manhood."

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