Article 116001 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an5977@anon.penet.fi (The Flying Pen)
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 1995 09:33:42 UTC
Subject: The Broadway Limited (mf)

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			 The Broadway Limited

	Amy was a one-night stand. An occasion where opportunity
overcame principal, prudence, morality and possibly legality. It was
aboard the Broadway Limited early one January. There was a steady
snowstorm that had closed airports along the route and adversely
affected the schedule of the train; we were already an hour late in
the mountains of Pennsylvania.

	Inside the train, I was more than comfortable. I had a private
room and a good supply of books and music. After dinner, I decided to
sit in the lounge car and socialize. I bought a drink, and looked for
a seat. There was _one_ empty seat in the car. A man, an older woman,
and a young woman were sitting at a table for four. I joined the
group, and was welcomed by two of them. The young woman (girl, I
realized, once I had a chance to look more closely) ignored me. I
chatted amiably with the two adults, who had obviously been in the
lounge car for a while. Introductions were made, and the man looked
over at the girl. "This is my antisocial daughter, Amy." She rolled
her eyes at him.

	She looked at me for the first time since I had arrived at the
table. She was pretty, slender, with light brown hair that hung
loosely about her shoulders. Her attractiveness was offset by the air
of snobbish ennui she affected. She wore no jewelry, except for a
simple string of pearls around her neck, and had on a white dress with
a light floral print on it. I figured that she was probably a real
heartbreaker at her high school. Her attitude as she looked at me was
one of complete boredom, and I felt that she was trying to act older
than she was. She rolled her eyes again as the conversation turned
away from her. Amy stabbed quickly at the pack of cigarettes in front
of her, pulling out a Virginia Slim 120. Yup, seventeen going on
twenty-seven. She jumped as I provided a light for her.

	"Thank you," she said. There was a brief pause and then her
snobbish facade collapsed. "I am sooo bored. We've been on this damn
train since two, and we're going all the way to Chicago. I wish we had
flown, but... " She glanced nervously at her father, still absorbed in
semi-sober conversation. "_He_ likes the train." I spoke with Amy for
a while, trying to alleviate her boredom. Her father interrupted us by
going to get another drink. Three times. Amy was a high school senior,
seventeen, and they were going to visit Grandma. I let Amy bitch
(quietly) about the train being so slow, but pointed out to her that
no other mode of transportation was moving at all. Her father got up.

	"I'm going - back to the car and take a nap," he slurred.

	Amy pulled out another smoke. "I - I want to stay here for a
while," she hesitantly said. Her dad waved his consent to her, turned
and left the lounge car. "God, how can you _stand_ it?" Amy asked
after he had gone. "You said you do this a _lot_."

	"I have lots of books, some music... " I paused. "... And my
own room." I showed Amy the book I was reading, but that wasn't what
had registered on her. "I can loan you a book if you'd li-"

	"You have a _room_? On a train???" Her mouth hung open. I was
amused by her surprise. Before I could say anything, she asked, "Can I
borrow a book?" Amy's voice had reverted to its earlier bored tone.
"I'd better do something or else I'm gonna go fuckin' nuts." I told
her that the rest of my books were in my room. "Can I take a look at
them there?" I consented; after all, she was still in high school and
much younger than I. We headed for my room, in the opposite direction
from her seat. And her father.

	Amy's arrival in my car gained a raised eyebrow from the
attendant. No comment, just the look. I opened the sliding door to my
room. "Cool! Do you get a bathroom and stuff?" I gave her the quick
tour. "Where's the bed at?" I closed the curtain, shooed her into the
hall, and pulled the bed down to complete the tour. Amy gave me a push
in the back with a teenaged giggle, forcing me to vault onto the bed
to avoid its metal side. Amy came in right behind me and slid the door
shut.

	"I thought you wanted a book," I said as she climbed onto the
bed. Amy studied the door for a moment, ignoring me. She figured out
how the latch worked, then kicked off her shoes. Smart girl. I caught
a whiff of her perfume. Expensive, and probably bought with Daddy's
gold card. Daddy who was only four or five passenger car lengths away.

	"I wanted to pass the time _somehow_," she corrected. "I might
as well have some fun on this goddamned train." Amy edged closer.

	"I hate to be a spoilsport but - " Amy chose that moment to
blow in my ear. " - Your dad is about four hundred feet away," I
finished with considerably less composure than I had started the
sentence.

	"So? He drank a whole bunch, and he's out cold," she
whispered, running her finger down my chest. Amy deliberately
unfastened one of my shirt buttons. "You wanna make me remember my
first long train ride?" She may have only been seventeen, but the
delivery of that line, and the sentiment behind it were _much_ older.
Amy slid closer, removing any space between our bodies. It was getting
hard to think. Down below, it was just getting hard. "I'm not a
virgin," she said defensively. I never would have guessed, I thought
sarcastically. Her lips caressed my left ear.

	"While I'd like to, I don't have a rubber. I don't expect this
sort of thing on a train y'know, and I'm not about to make any little
brown babies," I declared, lust notwithstanding. I thought that I
would feel relieved, but I felt oddly - frustrated. Maybe because it
had been a long time since I had had sex. But it hadn't been long
enough for me to even consider the possibility of offspring.
Especially not with a seventeen year old.

	Amy rummaged around in her purse; compact, wallet, cigarettes,
matches all hit the floor, followed by her purse. She triumphantly
held a foil packet between her first two fingers. I looked at her
strangely. "Does your father know about that?"

	"Yes, and he doesn't want to," was her quick response. "C'mon,
let's do it," she urged, sounding seventeen again. I had run out of
obstacles, so I did the only thing I could: I unfastened her dress and
watched her wiggle her firm, teenaged butt out of her panties. She set
to work at removing my clothes. I unhooked her bra, then went to kiss
her. Amy resisted, turning her head. "No kissing," she said, "I only
kiss my boyfriend." I snickered to myself at that. She handed me the
rubber, which I put away for later use. "Wha - ?" I kissed Amy on the
neck, then dove straight for her pussy.

	"Don't make too much noise now," I cautioned her playfully.
She shot me a surprised look as I scrunched into a bed made for one
(well, three-quarters). My hands gently exposed her young hidden
treasure. I ran my tongue lightly down her clitoral hood and circled
her pussy.

	Amy gasped. "My - boyfriend - doesn't do that," she breathed.
I delayed my assault for a moment. She continued, "But I give him blow
jobs." I felt her hand and breath on my cock. Blood moved quickly.

	"Amy, relax," I said. I raised my head to look at her
questioningly. "Did you ever stop to think that that might be - " I
searched for the right word. "Unfair? I mean, what's good for him
should be good for you too, right?"

	She blinked. "Well, it's different for him," she equivocated,
apologizing for her absent beau. Amy quickly said, "I mean, you don't
have to do it. I'll give you a blowjob anyway." Her tongue touched my
cock, sending an electric thrill through my body.

	"No, that's OK. Trust me, I _like_ to do this," I explained
and dove in, leading with my tongue. I painted circles just inside her
soft outer lips, using my hands only to hold her slender, firm thighs.
I patiently licked around her clit, easily avoiding for now the still-
hidden button. Amy tasted _wonderful_. As her lips swelled, and her
clit popped out, she began to sigh repeatedly. I dug deeper with my
tongue, using it with long scooping motions. She was very wet after a
few minutes of this. The muscles in her thighs tightened. I stopped,
and let her body vibrate for a few seconds. "Shhh... " I said, and
plunged the scoop back in.

	Amy stuffed a pillow in her mouth. I tongued her, sucking at
the nectar that flowed from her inner depths, slurping loudly, as
deeply as I could. She went nuts. Her legs scissored abruptly, almost
trapping my head before I could hold them apart. Mmmf-ing sounds came
from the area where her head was. I drew her clit slowly into my mouth
and sucked on it. Amy had an orgasm. She bounced and thrashed as much
as she could, any noise muffled by the pillow she clutched to her
mouth for dear life. Her stomach and hips jerked stiffly while I
sucked on her pleasure button. I stopped before the curl came out of
her hair, only to resume my exquisite oral torture of her engorged
slit. Her body's movements became smoother, and the experience had
left Amy breathing heavily. She had let go of the pillow.

	I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. "Oh!! Gawd!!!"
Amy's head snapped to one side and she buried her face in the other
pillow. I carefully lapped around the magic button, wanting Amy to
return slowly to the peak. The train lurched suddenly, and my mouth
scored a bulls-eye. Amy's body went stiff as a two-by-four. She came
again, her butt clenched, thighs taut, while her stomach rippled
against my chest. By then, I was almost fully erect, but content to
let the young girl come all the way down. I heard her almost
hyperventilating as her face left the pillow. She would have to move
before I could, since it was such a tight fit in the bed.

	Her tongue touched my cock after a few minutes, and I became
_very_ hard. "Amy, scoot over as much as you can so I can lie down,"
I instructed quickly. She plastered herself against the wall while I
rolled onto my back. "Now kneel and put your knees on either side of
my hips."

	Amy straddled me as instructed, facing me. "Like that?" she
queried. "I've never done it like this before," she panted quietly,
excitement in her voice, her father completely forgotten. "Where's the
rubber?" I pointed to the pouch over my head, and she ripped the
packet open as she carried it towards my waist. Amy put it on me in a
big hurry, and immediately began to slide my rigid cock between her
wet pussy lips. It looked as if no further instructions would be
necessary until the train stopped.

	I grabbed her to keep her from moving. "Shhh," I cautioned.
Amy slowed down, but continued sliding along my covered cock. I turned
the fan on high, and opened the vent all the way. Amy's breathing was
barely audible over the fan, even in the still train. She stopped
grinding so hard, just using enough pressure to keep us both ready. A
jolt, rapid rocking, and noises signalled the passing of a freight.
Our train began to move shortly thereafter. Amy immediately positioned
my rigid rod at her soaking wet portal, and lowered herself with a
quiet moan.

	"Let the train - " I gasped involuntarily. Amy's pussy was
extremely tight, and had molded itself to the contours of my cock. "Do
some work," I managed to finish.

	Amy let the rocking and bouncing of the train take over. The
external motion made me stir her insides like a spoon, for Amy's
tight, young pussy clung to me almost like the rubber did, and there
was no sliding in and out in spite of her lubrication. Her inner vise
did not relax its grasp at all. She was breathing loudly, and her
eyes were shut as the train's vibrations became our fucking. Amy
shuddered and threw her head back, gasping. I pulled her upper body
against mine before her approaching orgasm got loud. Suddenly, my
cock was pumped frenziedly; Amy thrust her hips sharply down in short,
hard stokes, and she poured her tongue into my mouth.

	She whimpered into my mouth as her hips snapped back and
forth, stirring her fibrillating cauldron, and grinding her clit
against the top of my pubic ring. Amy kept driving her clit against
me, only stopping her hungry kisses long enough to breathe before
working more magic with her tongue in my mouth. This orgasm subsided
slowly; our kisses became slower, deeper, with longer pauses between
them. "I thought you oh-ohhhh... only kissed your boyfriend," I gasped
in her ear.

	Amy sat up, then slowly leaned forward, her eyes half-lidded.
She kissed me, very wet and very deep. The contour of her pussy
expanded a little more, still fitting like a second skin. "Shhh," she
whispered while I tried to recover from her previous kiss. She put her
hands on either side of my head, and started thrusting, rolling, and
pumping her hips. Amy was a fast learner. My cock began sliding inside
of her, her lubrication overwhelming the velvet grip of her pussy.
"Uhhh-uhhh-unhhh," she whimpered at me. I wrapped my arms around her,
pulling her close and holding her tight. Amy gave me another lust-
filled kiss as her hips continued their smooth, steady, forceful
pumping.

	My hips began to move, almost imperceptibly at first, then
faster and stronger as our fucking increased in intensity. I felt my
butt clench and grabbed Amy's head. She responded by giving me another
powerful kiss, which triggered a forceful wave from deep inside my
groin. I thrust up at her one time, viciously; flame shot into the
barrier between us. My hips quivered for an eternity, all sound
muffled by the sweet tongue that threatened to suffocate me. I stabbed
senselessly at Amy as another line of fire shot into the rubber.

	The seventeen year old woman squeezed my shoulders, flailing
at my mouth with her tongue. Random fingers began to massage the
beginning of all sensation crazily through its thin sheath, and that
led to the explosion that scattered me all over the room. I kissed
Amy, who responded eagerly after we had returned to our bodies,
holding her, stroking her face and hair tenderly, not letting go until
after the train had departed Canton, Ohio. We made no sound until the
train had picked up enough speed to cover our conversation as it had
covered our fucking.

	I unlatched the door, and swung my legs over the edge of the
bed. "Please don't step on my cigarettes," Amy said. I turned and she
smiled, "otherwise I'll have to - borrow - yours'." It was time to put
the bed up, so she carefully got out of the bed, and stood in the
hall, behind the room's curtain, allowing me to put the bed up without
exposing either of us, except for our feet. Amy started to put her
things back into her purse, pausing to open the toilet and flush the
spent rubber onto the tracks, to be left behind as our fucking had
been. Still naked, and seemingly unconcerned, she sat and lit a
cigarette.

	I opened the sink. "You'd better wash up," I suggested,
"before _everybody_ on this train knows what you've been doing." I sat
across from her. Amy put her feet in my lap, and took a long,
leisurely drag on her smoke. She gave me a seventeen year old's "come
hither" look.

	"That was fantastic," she purred. "I'd like to do it some more
with you." Amy picked up a washcloth, and fiddled with it, still not
moving from her seat. "My - " She paused and lowered her voice,
"boyfriend - " She appeared to search for the right words. "He doesn't
last as long or know what to do like you." I just looked at her,
feeling awkward. Amy stood up and put her cigarette out. "Maybe I need
a new boyfriend." Amy washed herself quietly, dressing slowly,
watching me watch her, possibly hoping that I would stop her. But, it
was already after five in the morning, and the whole train would be
waking up soon. I have little doubt that Amy had another condom
available if I had decided to do it again. She applied her makeup,
some perfume, then looked at me questioningly. I gave her a book, and
a long, wet kiss before letting her go.

	A few seconds later, there was a knock on my door. I opened
it, and the car attendant poked his head in. "That's a pretty little
girl," he said, nodding his head to indicate Amy's departing
direction. I swallowed hard. "You _know_ you wasn't suppose to do
what you jus' did," he continued. I nodded nervously. "But it ain't
the first time that done happen in my car. So," he grinned, "I didn't
see or hear a goddamned thing." Returning to his professional
demeanor, he looked at me with a straight face and said, "I'll bring
you some extra orange juice, sir." He closed the door, and earned a
ten dollar tip for keeping more than the door shut.

	I saw Amy and her father in the lounge car after breakfast.
Amy waved me over to their table. Her father offered to buy me a
Bloody Mary, since he was going to the bar to get another one. I
declined, choosing apple juice instead. As soon as he was out of
sight, Amy leaned forward and whispered, "He doesn't suspect a thing.
He woke up once during the night, but I told him I was smoking in the
lounge car because I couldn't sleep on the train." I smiled,
relieved, and Amy stroked my hand for a couple of seconds. "Thanks for
the book, but I'm not really into science fiction," she announced,
squeezing my hand in a feminine fashion. She handed me the book I had
"loaned" her, as her father returned with our drinks. Amy lit a
cigarette, and turned her head to watch the falling snow outside the
window. She had regained her air of snobbish ennui, in a performance
worthy of an accomplished actress. I felt her bare foot run along my
leg underneath the table. She didn't look at me once.

	After I left the lounge car, I only saw Amy one more time,
when I walked past her and her reunited family in the station. I
winked at her; she pursed her lips and blew me a kiss, smiling
knowingly. The Broadway Limited had arrived in Chicago four hours
late. I didn't mind at all.