ON THE TRAIN



He was looking out the window most of the time because he was still too surprised to even look at her. The chick in tight jeans and blue sweater who'd just plomped down in the seat opposite and started talking to him a couple of minutes before. 
He glanced at her. She didn’t seem drunk, and she was good looking, so what was she doing here?
She sounded friendly and told him random things about herself so he finally asked her where she was from and she told him in many words all about it.
“But that’s enough about me." she concluded. "How about you? Where’re you planning on getting off? You look pretty excited.”
“Well me, yeah, you could say I’m going home.”
“Home to stay?”
“Home to stay for a while. Where I used to live anyway. My girlfriend’s there and we have a lot of catching up to do. Sure have missed her”.
“How long’s it been, since you were at home. Since you last saw her?" she asked caringly.
“108 days, just on four months; but who’s counting, right.”
“Yeah, right. You must be excited.”
“We email every day, and I call her at least twice a week. Here’s a picture of us at last year’s Thoroughbred Show.”
“Wow, she’s lovely. What’s the lucky girl’s name?”
“Barbara.”
“Barbara…?
After that they just sat there rocking along with the train until she got up to go to the toilet and left the seat looking really empty. The open eucalypt landscape kept moving past the many windows and occasional strangers came wobbling through the carriage but after a while the girl returned.
“Thought I might as well get a drink while I was up there. Here, I got one for you too. I’m guessing you’re a VB man.”
“Wow, thanks. You’re really are some kind of girl!”
“Least I could do.” She said slomping down beside him.
“Do you like this cross my sister gave me?” she asked as she turned in her seat, indicating a small gold cross hanging on a thin gold chain around her neck as he fumbled with the pop-top on his can.
“Wow, beautiful.” he said trying not to look too much down the front of her v-neck sweater where a white bra embraced two wonderfully excellent warm-looking breasts.
“You’d like my sister." she continued. "She’s funny and she has really nice boobs. Much bigger than mine.”
“Bigger than yours?” he said with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, much bigger. Always has.”
“But you’ve got a very beautiful body, that's for sure. If you don't mind me saying so.”
“You really think so.”
“Sure.”
“Are mine big enough?” she asked coquettishly while lightly cupping a hand beneath each breast.
“You bet!”
They lay back in their seats for a while after that. He wasn’t sure what was going on so he copied her and kept ‘resting’, letting the train move them along. She seemed to be almost sleeping.
“My turn for a walk. What are you drinking?” he asked.
“Can you afford it?”
“Of course, I’m loaded.”
“Then make it another JD.”
So two Jack Daniels’s seemed like a good idea and he was feeling pretty good after they’d downed them. “Wonder what Barbara is doing now?” he mused.
“Don’t worry about that. Tell me what you think of my perfume? It’s called opium. Go on, get close, to smell it. Mmmm. Is that good?” she asked as she pressed his forehead against her throat. His slightly sweaty brow was in direct contact with her warmth.
“Try to get some sleep.” she murmured to him as she gently lowered his head onto the fabric headrest but for several times he turned back and forth with his eyes closed.
“You seem restless”, she said as she slipped his head onto her ample bosom.
Snuggled in, he gently placed his hand on her belly and from there she gradually helped him slide it under the button and down past the patch of fur and into the slippery place.
Soon she began riding his fingers trying not to wake up any of the passengers, moaning and panting almost silently in his ear so he made no objection when she unzipped his jeans. How could he?
She helped his hard tool out from his underwear, dribbled some saliva onto her hand, and gave it some nice action. It felt real good, and he’d been kind of looking forward to something special and here it was.
Then she’d finished so she yanked his briefs up over his slightly relaxed, still dribbling phallus, wiped her hand on his shirt and murmured, “Mmmm, that’s better” as she rolled over to sleep.