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This is a work of fiction depicting multiple acts of sexual intercourse
between consenting adults. The kinkiest thing in here is oral sex (which
seems to still be illegal in a few backward, repressed states of the U.S.
and some other nations). If you are offended by such fictional depictions,
or if you are not old enough to read such, or if you are in a repressive
society where reading such is illegal, then PLEASE DON'T. If you will be
offended and you go ahead and read it anyway and get offended, I DON'T WANT
TO HEAR ABOUT IT. This story is completely the product of my own
imagination; no real person, living or otherwise, is depicted herein. If
there is any similarity between this story and your life, I DON'T WANT TO
HEAR ABOUT THAT EITHER. (Well, actually, I do want to hear about it, but in
the form of fond recollection from you, not a summons from your lawyer.)
Needless to say, this story also takes place in a world where there is no
need to worry about sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDS.

About my copyright: feel free to keep this for your personal use. If you
wish to post it to a web site, please ask me first at dafydds@hotmail.com

About the story: About a year and a holf ago, I got into a kick of writing
erotic stories. First I just did it for my personal pleasure, then I
thought I might be able to supplement my meager income a bit by writing
"letters" for magazines. Then I kind of lost interest. The last couple of
months reading a.s.s.m has rekindled my interest, so I dug up this one and
polished it a bit. It's the sixth one I wrote. If the response to this one
is favorable, I might post a few more. (I also started a story collection
with the Star Trek [TM] universe loosely tying them together, but it only
got as far as a prologue and two chapters.) This is probably also the most
romantic one I wrote, although there is another one that's close to it.

Polite comments are welcome at dafydds@hotmail.com

					Dafydd

BTW: while the narrator's method of acquiring his wealth is pure fantasy,
the lifestyle depicted here is certainly within the realm of reality,
although no individual is the basis for this story. AFAIK, Silver Planet is
still in Mexico.



                                 My private train car
                                         by Dafydd
                             Copyright 1997 by Dafydd

	I was walking through Amtrak's waiting room for coach passengers at
Union Station in Chicago when I first saw her. There wasn't anything really
special about her that caught my eye. Her blond shoulder-length hair was
mostly covered by a knit cap, her breasts were totally obscured by her
heavy jacket, her hips hidden by the newspaper that stuck up from her lap.
Her face wasn't that of a supermodel, either, but there was just something
about it that made me want to make love to her for hours.

	I sat one seat away from her and politely asked if she were through
with the rest of the paper, piled on the seat between us. She locked eyes
with me for a moment, then said to help myself. I shuffled the sports
section to the bottom of the stack, then looked through the rest for
something interesting, glancing up at her every few seconds. Once, I saw
her looking at me with mild curiosity; when our eyes met again, she smiled
briefly, and quickly turned the page to Dear Abby. I picked up the business
section and started to read an article about something that looked
interesting but wasn't.

	I kept glancing at her, though, and finally she put down Abby and
looked at her watch. I took the opportunity to ask her where she was going.
"Havre," she answered with a sigh and a friendly but tired smile.
Wonderful, I thought, that means she's riding the Empire Builder like I am.
She kept talking, apparently glad to have some company. "I lost my job here
in Chicago and couldn't find another one, so I'm going home to live with my
family for a while. Not that I want to. It's such a nothing town, stuck in
the middle of nowhere." She sighed again. "So, where are you going?"

	I moved the newspaper to another seat and shifted myself next to
her. "Portland," I said. "A railfan group out there wants to lease my car
next weekend." She looked totally confused, so I explained. "I have a
private car on the end of the train, an observation car from the old
California Zephyr, named Silver Planet." Now she looked skeptical. "Really.
I brought it back to the States from Mexico a couple years ago and totally
restored it. Cost me almost a million bucks. It even has a dome." She still
didn't seem to believe me, so I offered to show it to her. She looked in my
eyes again and agreed. "By the way," I said, "my name's Steve."

	"I'm Julie," she said, standing. I also stood and helped her pick
up her belongings, then led her out onto the station concourse. An
attendant at the platform gate tried to stop us, but I told her who I was
and she let us through. It wasn't far to the rear end of the train, where I
had left the stairway open on my gleaming stainless steel railcar.

	I helped Julie up the stairs first, then came up after her and
closed the stairway and the outside door. I produced a key and opened the
door into the car itself. Leading Julie inside, I put her belongings on a
shelf and hung her jacket. Then I started the tour.

	"Originally, there were five bedrooms here, but I made one into an
office and two others into storage rooms. I kept one bedroom for visitors
and the biggest one for myself. Would you like to see it?" I asked, my hand
on the doorknob and a disarming smile on my face.

	"Maybe later," she said with a hint of a smile of her own.

	I led her down the stairs to the aisle under the dome and into the
dining area. "I made this as close to original as I could, except in the
kitchen. It has all modern appliances, but with a vintage Forties look.
Drink?" I asked, stepping behind the bar and pulling out a bottle of Vodka
and two glasses.

	"Scotch and soda," she said, sitting at the table. I poured the
drinks and left the bottles out, then joined her. "So tell me again why
you're going to Portland."

	"Well, it costs a lot of money to keep a car this old operating,
and I'm not that rich, so I lease it out to groups of railfans around the
country to run on their excursion trains, and to people who want to travel
in style. I don't get much business in the winter, but next weekend the
group in Portland is running a trip behind a steam engine, and they want
all the dome cars they can get. I go with the car to make sure nothing
happens to it, and to fix things that break."

	"It sounds like fun. I wish I had something so interesting to do
with my life," said Julie.

	We both finished our drinks and I stood to refill them. Just as I
turned back, the train started up with a lurch and I spilled both drinks
right in Julie's lap. "Shit," I said, putting the empty glasses down and
helping her stand. She peeled off her slacks, revealing black tights
underneath jogging shorts. "Don't worry," I said, taking her dripping
slacks, "I've got a washer and drier, too." Some of the alcohol had also
hit her sweater, so she removed that as well. Her medium sized breasts were
encased in a large but tight white tube top. I stared at them for a moment,
then took the sweater and left.

	When I returned, Julie was on the floor, wiping up the mess with
paper towels. Her ass was pointed straight at me and there was a wet spot
in the crotch of her shorts, presumably from the spilled drinks. I took the
paper towels and put them in the garbage, saying "Don't worry, they'll
clean the car before the steam trips." I helped Julie to her feet, and we
looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds.

	"How about that drink?" Julie finally asked. I looked out the
window; we were just passing the last major rail junction where we were
likely to be thrown around. I poured the drinks and carefully handed Julie
hers. We each knocked back about half the glass.

	"So, would you like to see the rest of the car?" I asked. Julie
smiled and nodded, and I led her into the aisle again, then stood against
the wall to let her go first. As she squeezed past me, I said "Sorry the
aisle's so narrow, but a train car's only so big."

	"It is kind of tight," she agreed, "but I'm sure its big enough." I
thought I heard a little extra emphasis on "tight" and "big," and looked in
her eyes. They were cloudy blue, but had a special gleam in them. She
smiled again.

	Climbing into the observation lounge at the back of the car, I
turned on the lights and pointed out the artwork on the walls. "I couldn't
find the originals, so I commissioned a painter to recreate them from
photographs."

	"Nice," she said, looking around the room.

	Dimming the lights again, I pointed up another set of stairs. "And
this is the dome."

	Julie went up slowly, looking out at the city, which was rapidly
falling into darkness. "Wow," she said, "the view is great from here."

	"It certainly is," I agreed. On the steps behind her, my face was
only inches from Julie's butt. She looked down at me and giggled, then
walked forward. The dome had one table on each side of the center aisle,
then three rows of coach seats. A custom made sofa was wrapped around the
front end. Julie sat on the sofa and looked back at the receding Chicago
skyline.

	"I kind of hate to leave Chicago," she said, sipping her drink. "It
has some great restaurants."

	"I know," I replied. "I always pick up a few frozen pizzas from
Uno's when I go through. You like pepperoni?" Julie wrinkled her cute nose
and shook her head. "Good, neither do I. How about a sausage and spinach
deep dish?"

	"Wonderful," she said with another smile.

	I disappeared down the stairs and put the pizza in the oven. When I
returned with the bottles to refresh our drinks, Julie was sitting in the
same place, but her tights were no longer under her shorts and I caught a
glimpse of blond hair through the leg hole. She had also adjusted her tube
top so that her breasts bounced and swayed gently as the car rocked.

	I filled the glasses again and sat next to her, and we traded
condensed life stories. She had left Havre at 18 to attend the University
of Chicago. After graduating she had taken a job nearby, but the company
had just folded. Two weeks of sending out resumes hadn't gotten her one
phone call, so, now 29, she had packed everything up and shipped it to
Havre, where she would live with her parents and younger brother and
sister. Her older sister was married and lived next door.

	I'm 32 and had never made much of myself. I had a low-paying job
that just barely paid the bills and nothing more. Then at 27, I won the
Illinois lottery's Win For Life game, which gave me a guaranteed income of
$2,000 a week for the rest of my life. That's not a whole lot of money, but
I spent a lot of years living on the cheap, so I kept doing it and socked
away two thirds of the money each year. When I had a quarter million, I
formed a holding company and bought the Silver Planet, paying for the
restoration with business loans. I live in New Orleans now, mainly to keep
the car out of the harsh winter weather. The car manages to pay for itself,
and the state of Illinois covers all my other expenses, so I live in
comfort if not luxury.

	By the time we got through all that, we had eaten the pizza and
drunk a bottle of wine. The train was pulling out of Milwaukee. Julie said
"You know what you didn't show me on the tour?" Confused, I shook my head.
"The bathroom."

	Laughing, I said "Downstairs in the aisle, doors marked men and
women."

	As she scooped up her wadded tights and padded away, I realized
that her shoes and socks had been off for some time. I removed mine, then
went down to the rear section and put on some soft music. I was sitting on
the sofa when Julie returned to the dome.

	Her tube top had disappeared, and her jogging shorts as well,
leaving her in only a white lace g-string that I was sure she hadn't had on
earlier. Julie's firm 38C tits swayed enticingly above her flat stomach as
she approached and sat on my lap. I kissed her, and her tongue pressed
between my lips to swirl around mine.

	After a couple of minutes, we broke off the kiss. Without speaking,
Julie lifted my shirt over my head to expose my own lean torso. I stood and
dropped my blue jeans quickly but not hurriedly. Julie leaned forward and
pulled down my underwear, then slowly moved her mouth over my rock-hard
cock.

	I had to put my hand on the low ceiling for support as Julie bobbed
her head up and down the length of my cock, running her tongue around the
head and lightly scraping it with her teeth. She kept this up for several
minutes, until I thought I would die of pleasure. When I felt the first
stirrings of an orgasm, I backed away.

	Julie looked at me, and communication flashed between us without
words or even conscious thoughts. She sat back and lifted her hips as I
removed the g-string. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face in the most
beautiful pussy I had ever seen, not that I had seen many. Beneath the
thin, delicate blond hair, dripping with her juices, her outer lips were a
wondrous, puffy mound. The inner lips were peeking out between them, as was
a gorgeous pink clitoris. I planted a kiss on Julie's clit and she moaned.
I pressed my tongue firmly against the lips and they parted to reveal a
glistening pink slit. I licked from bottom to top slowly, lingering on her
clit and making her shiver. Then I plunged my tongue into her hole and she
gasped, shaking with delight. I kept licking and sucking Julie's pussy
until she had a crashing orgasm,  waves of ecstasy wracking her body. I
kept licking and swallowed all of the torrent of juice she produced.

	When Julie calmed down, she put her hands on my head and gently
lifted my face away from her pussy. Our eyes connected again and I knew it
was time. I kissed a few tender spots on my way up her body, pausing to
give some attention to her beautiful breasts. They were shaped just the way
I like them, creamy white and just at the large end of my preference range,
with pretty, dark pink nipples that stiffened under my touch. Then I moved
my face up to hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste
herself. Julie wrapped her arms around my back and held me tight.

	Somehow my cock found its way unaided to Julie's pussy, and I
pushed, sinking in the whole seven inches on only the second stroke. I
began a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of the greatest ecstasy I had ever
felt. Julie seemed to know just how to wiggle, just when to tighten the
muscles in her cunt, to keep me as excited as I could be without making me
come. Finally, though, it was too much. I grabbed Julie's tight ass and
pulled her hard against me as I flooded her pussy with spurt after spurt of
sticky white love fluid. Julie felt me shooting into her and came again
herself, screaming in raw passion. I collapsed on top of her, spent.

	After a couple of minutes, I looked out the top of the dome.
Standing at the window in the door at the end of the two-story Superliner
car was a kid who may have been as old as 18. I had no way to know how long
he had been there, but when he saw me looking at him, he waved and
disappeared. I reached under the coach seat for a blanket I kept there and
spread it over us. Julie and I went to sleep in each other's arms.

	I awoke to see the moon shining over the Mississippi River. Without
waking Julie, I rose and headed down to the front of the car. I called the
Amtrak train chief on the intercom and spoke to him briefly. When I
returned to the dome, Julie was sitting up, with the blanket around her
shoulders; she watched my limp dick swing as I walked.

	"Where are we?" asked Julie.

	"Approaching St. Paul."

	"How long until we get there?"

	"About ten minutes."

	"Just right," she said, and slipped out from under the blanket and
onto the floor. She reached for my dick and licked it. It sprang to life in
record time and Julie proceeded to give me the best blow job I could
imagine, not caring that someone might see her as we wound through the
city. Ten minutes turned out to be accurate, and just as the train bumped
to a stop, I flooded Julie's pretty mouth with another torrent of cum. She
swallowed it all.

	Suddenly there was a pounding on the side of the car. While Julie
looked confused, I slipped on my jeans and headed for the door. The Amtrak
baggageman handed Julie's suitcases up to me, and I slipped him a twenty
for his trouble. Julie had put her g-string on and come to see what I was
doing, and she was pleasantly surprised to see her bags. She dove into one
and came up with a silk camisole, which she slipped on. We went to my
bedroom and slept the rest of the night.

	We slept late in the morning, then talked some more over breakfast
in the dining area. While I cleaned up, Julie went to the rear of car and
stood looking out the back door window as North Dakota zipped by at 80 mph.
I slipped up behind her, gently pressing my nearly naked body against her
back and reaching under her camisole to caress her breasts. Julie let out a
warm "Mmmmm" and put her hands on the door for support as she leaned
forward. I slipped my cock out of my underwear, past Julie's g-string, and
into her soft, warm pussy.

	We started slowly, but then I noticed that the train's speed was
dropping. Outside, the wide open spaces had given way to houses and shops.
"We're pulling into Minot," I said. "There'll be a lot of people on the
platform when we stop."

	"Well, we'll just have to finish before then," replied Julie. I
grinned and doubled the speed of my thrusts, reaching a fever pitch. The
train stopped hard, throwing us to the floor. I managed to keep my dick
inside of Julie's cunt, and the excitement of the moment triggered both our
orgasms.

	As soon as we could stand, we retreated to the bedroom and put on
some clothes. While I went outside to inspect my car, Julie used my
cellular phone to call her parents' home and tell them not to pick her up;
she was going to Portland.


	Three months later, we passed through Havre again, and again Julie
was wearing white in the dome. This time, however, it was a wedding dress.
The minister and Julie's family had boarded one stop earlier, and the
ceremony concluded just as we arrived. Then everyone filed out and waved as
Julie and I stood alone in the dome, locked in a kiss, while the train
pulled away.

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