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Authors name: Delecta Belle (delectabelle@hotmail.com)
Story title : On Track to Paradise
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On Track to Paradise (MF, exh)
by Delecta Belle (delectabelle@hotmail.com)
***
A train ride turns erotic when two strangers are
stranded on a sultry summer night. True Story.
***
"What a hot and sultry day for a train ride, "Debbie
thought as she waited for the 11:25 to arrive. She
sighed, and realized she didn't have to move a muscle
to break a sweat, as the air was already so heavy with
moisture. Any minute now and the constant chatter of
nameless faces around her would be silenced by the
high-pitched squeaks and scrapes of the silver liner
pulling into 30th Street Station.
Once she boarded the train it wouldn't be long before
she got to see her folks again in Michigan, maybe 7
hours or so. Then she would be surrounded by family and
be having fun under the spacious Midwestern skies, like
any respectable preacher's daughter would be.
"Hmmm, this outfit doesn't exactly look like the
typical good little virgin's attire"-Debbie mused as
she glanced down at the front of her body. The color
was innocent enough, but the style and fit of the pale
pink jumpsuit on her short but voluptuous frame
beckoned the male species to devour her with just one
look. Her wonderfully thick auburn hair was true
crowning glory upon her head, wavy and sparkling in the
midday sun.
Her hazel eyes reflected her auburn locks enticingly,
and the white-framed sunglasses gave her face an almost
Hollywood-starlet look. The pinkness of the sleeveless
jumpsuit enhanced her beautiful 38C breasts, and her
nipples were sensitized by the slightest breeze blowing
by. A teasing strand of sweat trickled down from her
neck to the valley between her warm mounds, releasing
the sweet nectar she was so familiar with. The gathered
material at the waist accentuated her shapely hips, and
easily revealed the heart-shaped ass underneath the
flimsy cotton material.
And to complete the look, she wore sexy little white
ankle boots laced up in front. "Yes, this outfit is
just perfect," Debbie thought. She was sure her
appearance would gather more than a few looks from male
passengers on the train to Detroit.
"All Aboard!!" the engineer called out, and Debbie was
back in the real world again. A friendly porter loaded
her large suitcase onto the train and offered to escort
her inside. She said "Thanks, I can manage," smiled
sweetly and boarded the train. She quickly found her
seat and began to settle in for the ride, stowing her
large purse under her seat.
"It shouldn't be too hard to find someone to chat with
here," she thought to herself as she grabbed her
favorite snack, Twizzlers red licorice, and a magazine
from her purse. Gazing around for possible companions,
Debbie twisted her body seductively in the oversized
seat.
"No outstanding characters in this car," she mumbled,
and decided to read for a while. As her eyes flipped
through the pages of mindless matter, the train pulled
slowly out of 30th street station and headed west out of
the city, into the heat of the mid-summer day's sun.
How could anyone know exactly how eventful that trip
might be?
"Good afternoon, passengers. Cocktails are now being
served in the lounge car for adults, 21 and over.
Dinner will be served later this afternoon at 4:30 p.m.
On behalf of the conductor, thank you for traveling
with us today on Amtrak, and enjoy your trip!"
Debbie awoke in a daze to the garbled sounds of the
train's intercom system, and realized she'd been
sleeping for an hour already. Cocktails, mmm, that
sounded good, very good, right about now. What would it
be today.Khalua & Cream, 7 & 7, JD & Coke, wine, beer,
the possibilities were all intoxicating to Debbie. It's
a Khalua & Cream day, no doubt, Debbie decided. The
first impulse is usually the best! Debbie grabbed her
wallet and headed for the lounge car, not sure exactly
where it was but ready for the adventure of finding
out.
As she walked through the car she'd been sitting in,
she noticed that people had moved from the seats they
were sitting in while she'd been sleeping, and that
some different passengers were now in their place.
"Wow, I didn't realize you could just change seats like
that, she marveled. Well, if they can, they I guess I
can too."
She started thinking about where she'd like to sit next
when she noticed a distinctly seductive man's cologne
lingering in the airspace around her. Oooh, it was
fresh and almost musk-like, very intriguing, and was
making her nose prickle like a horny little rabbit! "I
must find out where (or who) that scent is coming from,
and introduce myself."
Debbie glanced down to see her nipples getting hard
again, at the very thought the mystery presented to
her. She found the lounge car and had to wait in a long
line for service. As she was waiting she scanned the
passengers faces around her. She immediately noticed a
young couple a few spots ahead of her in line-they were
very lively and physically affectionate with one
another.
Debbie noticed the man's hand resting on the left cheek
of his girlfriend's ass, and the girl was obviously
enjoying the attention. He whispered something to her
and she giggled flirtatiously back at him, pressed her
chest against his and lustfully licked his earlobe.
Mmmm, Debbie thought, I wouldn't mind being her right
now, feeling twinges of excitement growing deep within.
The man kissed her back passionately, grasping her hair
from underneath. The sexual tension was obvious to
everyone in line, whether they cared to admit it or
not.
Suddenly, Debbie's stare was met by the flirtatious
woman only a few steps away. "Oh, no, I've gotten her
mad at me for staring, she thought." But to Debbie's
amazement the woman smiled gently and amiably back at
her, communicating that she was flattered and not
angered by her intent gazing. "Very cool of her, cool
indeed," Debbie thought. "I think I wouldn't mind
socializing with those two." Little did Debbie know,
but she was about to get that chance.
Finally Debbie was next in line to be served. "Khalua &
Creme please, thank you," she quipped to the bartender.
"I wonder where they are from, "Debbie mused about the
amorous young couple. That was so sexy the way they
fondled each other in front of everyone-
"Excuse me, I'm Joanne and this is Rick. Would you like
to sit with us for a while? We noticed you seem to be a
little lonely on the train today." Debbie was shocked;
here was the very man and woman she was thinking of
standing here inviting her to sit and chat awhile.
"Why of course, thank you very much! I'm Debbie, nice
to meet you. Where are you sitting," she asked.
"Right this way Deb, can I call you Deb?" Joanne said.
Debbie nodded in approval and they both laughed,
breaking the awkwardness of the moment. They found
their seats and began making small talk, when all of
the sudden Debbie noticed that haunting fragrance
hanging in the air again. Her head instantly turned
from side to side, forgetting about the conversation
she was having and concentrating on finding the source
of that delectable fragrance.
"Debbie, this is our friend Greg," Joanne said, as
Debbie turned back around in her seat. Debbie was
overcome with sexual excitement. Their friend, Greg,
was the one who emanated that wonderfully seductive
smell. And he looked as good as the cologne he was
wearing smelled, too. Oh what good fortune, Debbie
thought, as she eased back in the padded seat and
squared her shoulders coquettishly, letting the full
beauty of her breasts speak for her. She could tell by
Greg's eyes that her actions were being very well
received and noted. And when they shook hands, she knew
this man would have his hands upon her in no time at
all.
Debbie took in the full sight of Greg as they chatted,
noticing every little detail about him. He was tall,
about 6'2", and built very much like an athlete. He
wore tight blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a sky blue
button down short-sleeved shirt, which showed off his
tan quite nicely. He had ocean deep blue eyes and wavy
light brown hair, perfectly suited for running her
fingers through. His hands looked strong and gentle
both, and Debbie imagined what they might find to do
with her willing body.
And of course she noticed his crotch, which revealed a
most delicious bulge at any given moment. "I just
wonder what THAT looks like when it's free," Debbie
said to herself.
'What are those beautiful green eyes thinking, Debbie?"
Greg asked, giving her a sexy wink and smile.
"If only you knew, Greg, if only!" Debbie flirted back,
loving the little game they were playing, up close and
personal.
The scenery in the mountains of Pennsylvania was
beautiful, but soon began to pass by in a blur as
Debbie felt herself succumbing to the effects of a few
too many Khalua & Creams. Then the train crossed in the
mountainous area of Northern West Virginia, where the
temperature seemed to be getting warmer by the minute.
It was now about 4 p.m. in the afternoon, and the train
crew was busily getting ready for the dinner crowd in
the dining car.
Then, without warning the unthinkable happened! The
train stopped, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, with
nothing but trees and power lines on either side. The
chatty foursome giggled at first, thinking nothing
major had gone wrong. But within minutes, the
conductor's voice came over the loudspeaker and
informed everyone that an earlier train had derailed
about 50 miles ahead. We would have to simply sit in
our present location and waited for official clearance
before we could move forward. There was no clue as to
how long it would take to repair the damage, we were
thanked for our patience and left to our fate.
And then he added, that he would have to shut down the
air conditioning as well, letting us bake in the 95*
heat of that sultry West Virginia afternoon.
"Well, what now?" Debbie asked, as if anyone in the
group would have a satisfying answer to that question.
"May I suggest something?" Greg spoke up. "Debbie, if
you like, we can at least go for a walk through the
cars, get some exercise, maybe find some fresh air at
the end of the train, stop for another drink, and get
to know each other a little better?"
Debbie cocked her head sheepishly to one side and knew
in an instant what Greg was alluding to. Why not, she
thought, this may be just the ticket to making time fly
as they waited for the train to start moving again.
"Sure, I'd love to go for a walk, Greg. Lead the way!"
Greg stretched out his arm as any gentleman would, and
Debbie stood up to take his hand. Greg began winding
his way through the maze of passengers crowding the
exit at the end of the lounge car. "Can I get you
another drink, my sexy lady in pink?" Greg asked.
"Absolutely.another Khalua & Cream, before they run out
of them," Debbie answered. They stopped at the bar and
ordered drinks, taking long moments to let their eyes
feast on each other's bodies without the watchful
stares of their friends, Joanne and Rick. Even though
the temperature was already heating up the room, Debbie
couldn't resist the urge to lean temptingly close to
Greg's ear and whisper, "You know, I'm feeling like we
need to be alone together."
Greg moaned softly, "I know exactly what you mean,
Debbie, and believe me, you won't spend another moment
wondering if I can make that happen."
Mmmm, Debbie mused, he's onto me now, I can't wait to
see what he's got in store for me for the rest of ride.
With that, she traveled her lips along his earlobe and
down his neck, speaking the sexy language that only
lovers understand.
"Sir, your drinks are ready.Sir, that's $7.00.Uh Hum.
Excuse me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, here you are, and keep the change,"
Greg managed to say while handing the bartender a
$10.00 bill. "I'm just a tad distracted by my lovely
lady friend here." They both giggled as they grabbed
their drinks and headed through the door to the next
car.
By this time Debbie's juices were beginning to flow
from deep within, and her scent was becoming obvious.
She was getting hotter by the second as she followed
Greg down the narrow aisles of the cars, and trying
desperately to walk a straight line after drinking at
least 6 Khalua & Creams. When they reached the spot
where Debbie had been sitting at the start of the train
ride, she said, "Greg, do you mind if we sit here a
bit? I'm feeling a little tipsy right now."
"Anything to look at your gorgeous body," he
flirtatiously cooed to her.
"Well," Debbie thought, "if he keeps buttering me up
like that, my juicy pussy will open like the petals of
a flower on a warm summer morning.Damn!" Debbie
remembered that there was something that would keep her
from feeling the rock hard sensation of any man's cock
right now.it was that time of the month.
But that didn't stop her mind from whirling.she wanted
Greg in the worst possible way, and she'd have to find
a way to work around the inconvenience, and she was
sure just what to do with this handsome fellow. They
sat side by side, and Greg turned to look straight into
her eyes, letting his hands circle around her waist.
"I need to tell you, I am putty in your hands right now
young lady," he blurted out. "I feel the same way Greg,
and I have the presence of mind to share my delights
with you, Debbie giggled. "Watch THIS," she said, and
without blinking an eye, reached behind her back and
quickly undid her bra. Then she easily shimmied out the
straps, pulling the bra out from under her outfit
without having to slide down the arms of the tank top
jumpsuit.
Greg's eyes glowed with excitement and lust, realizing
he wasn't dealing with a shrinking violet. This lady
was seriously ready to fuck or suck, maybe both! She
obviously didn't care with the other passengers
thought, publicly stripping herself of her bra the way
she did. Hmmm, what a jezebel, what a tease, what
divine temptation!
"Here's what I think of your little striptease,
Debbie!" Greg pulled her close and in an instant his
mouth covered hers, searching for her lips, then her
tongue, then her sex-hungry soul. Debbie countered with
kisses just as passionate and forceful as Greg's,
matching the desire he displayed with increasing fury.
After several minutes of hair-mussing, lipstick
smearing, heart-stopping kissing, Greg broke free and
motioned for Debbie to follow him again. She was up and
stumbling in an instant, and they walked quickly to the
next car.
Greg stopped next to the men's room and instructed
Debbie to wait in the hallway for a moment as he
entered the men's room. She complied, wondering what he
was up to. About a minute later an older gentleman
emerged, gazed at Debbie's voluptuous body briefly,
smiled broadly, and sauntered slowly down the hall. As
soon as he was out of sight Debbie knocked on the men's
room door and asked "Greg, Greg, are you okay in
there?" The door flew open and Greg pulled Debbie
inside and locked the door behind her.
"Now you devilish tease, now we'll find out what's
really under that sexy wrap you're wearing," Greg
growled in a sex-starved voice. He slid the sleeves off
Debbie's shoulders, revealing her abundant and sweat-
covered breasts. Then he fell to the floor on his
knees, and slowly began licking and kissing the
underside of her breasts. "Oh yes, oh God yes,
mmmmmmmm, Greg, that's wonderful," Debbie dreamily
sighed over and over. He lavished his tongue all over
her upper body, stopping briefly to kiss her mouth hard
and hungrily.
"Please, please let taste more of you," he said.
"Well normally I would, but right now it's an
inconvenient time," Debbie stammered, hoping he
wouldn't be dissuaded from his pursuit of her. He
looked her in the eyes and asked point blank if she had
been stringing him along, to which she answered no.
"It's just that time, she said, but I have another idea
for relieving that tension you're feeling."
Debbie dropped to her knees, and without a word undid
his jeans and found his rock hard cock tucked under his
briefs. And it was a hunk of a cock, a solid 8.5 inches
and very thick. "This is what I do best, and you can
enjoy as much of my mouth as you want."
Debbie slid her lips over the bulbous head of his cock
and left no inch of it dry. Greg moaned loudly and
approvingly, telling to never, ever stop what she was
doing. And doing it she was, lashing her tongue around
the base, the sides, then the top of his cock without
mercy. She alternated gently scraping her teeth along
the ridge of the head with licking his large and
swollen ball sack, moaning feverishly as she devoured
each part. Greg's knees began to quiver excitedly and
he could take no more.
"Debbie I have to come, I must come, now!" he said
loudly to her.
"Let me make it happen for you Baby," she cooed back.
With that she stood up and pulled Greg into one of the
stalls, sitting down on the toilet and facing Greg's
cock. "Fuck my tits, Greg, fuck them hard and fast!!"
Debbie was breathing heavily now and kissed Greg
anywhere and everywhere she found flesh exposed.
"God you are so good, so good!" Greg sighed as he
thrust his manhood between Debbie's ample tits. Debbie
pushed her tits together to make the perfect tunnel for
Greg's gorgeous cock, and let some saliva spill from
her mouth to lubricate the probing cock.
They fucked like crazed teenagers for what seemed like
an eternity, and finally Greg felt himself toppling
over the edge of an extreme orgasm. "Yes, Yes, Yes!!!
Oh do it Babe, do it!"
And with that, large spurts of gooey cum squirted all
over Debbie's sweaty tits, making them even wetter than
before. Debbie was so sexed up she grabbed handfuls of
his cum and lathered them all over her body, anywhere
she could reach.
"Greg you are so hot, so fucking hot! I'm going to rub
my pussy and come just for you!" she breathed loudly.
Debbie thrust her right hand down into the jumpsuit and
furiously began rubbing the nubbin, and Greg continued
rubbing his cock over her tits again and again. Then
her devoured her lips once more, causing the tremors of
lust to ignite her orgasm completely.
Debbie flung her long red hair back and yelled "Oh
Baby!" and let the waves of ecstasy overwhelm her,
shaking and quivering until the last wave subsided.
Greg collapsed onto Debbie's knees, letting his sweaty
groin mingle with her sperm covered torso.
They laughed sheepishly as they looked at the mess they
created, and kissed each other ravenously again. Mmmm,
Debbie thought, I'm on track to Paradise.and with that,
a knock at the door startled the lustful lovers, and
they quickly fumbled for the best possible explanation
to the passenger waiting outside the door. But that's
another story!
END
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