Bill Owens sat on his comfortable seat looking out at the scenery of Western Colorado zip by as the train wound through the Rockies. A traveling musician, and a struggling one at that, he'd jumped at the great fare he'd found and it sure beat Dauschound Bus Lines. Past experience told him that a train with a sleeping car and a club car for 20 hours beat a bus with small seats and an occasional stop at a McDougal's all hollow. The club car wasn't particularly busy, just a scattering of people passing through for a quick drink or moving through from the vista car to the sleeping sections or vice versa. All in all, not a bad way to spend Tuesday between where he was and where he was going.
Bill was looking away when it happened, the appearance of the lady into the club car. He turned to look at this rather pretty lady dancing down the aisle between the bar and tables, looking as if she was having the time of her life. He smiled and tried to look at the Rocky Mountains, but in all honesty, after two hours of forest the girl kept drawing his attention. She was about five foot six and a little smallish up top, but with a nice enough figure for any coffee house performer to admire.
As he was checking her out, she did one of her many spins and noticed Bill's attention was on her. Smiling at him, she danced a bit more, flitting up her skirt a touch below daring and joined him at his table when the song on the speakers had ended.
"I love trains. They make me want to move. I can't sit still for long on them." the lady in front of Bill said as she took a sip of her drink.
"I suddenly have more appreciation for them, myself."
She giggled. "I'm Darryl."
"Bill."
"Let's dance."
Without preamble, Darryl pulled Bill up and finished out the tune playing with a bit of sprightly dance when the song changed to a slower romantic tune and Darryl fell against Bill's chest. With her head nestled against him and his arms encircling her they swayed with the beat of the song and the rhythm of the tracks.
Finally the song ended and they moved apart for a moment. Looking into each other's eyes, the moment was broken with the sudden entry into a tunnel. Darryl leaned close to Bill's ear, whispered "Car 2, 21", kissed his cheek, and left in the dim light. When the train left the tunnel, Bill ordered another drink and sat back down.
After the sunset an hour or two later, Bill left his seat and a small tip for the bartender and went back to the sleeping cars. He was on his way to car three when he found himself stopped in front of number twenty-one in car two. He thought it was crazy, a one night stand on a train, a whirlwind encounter traveling across Colorado, and oh how he'd not been with someone since Duluth eight months ago. Finally libido won out, having the eight-month backlog, and he tapped on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's Bill, from the club car."
"Oh. Yeah. The dancer."
Awkward pause.
"Bill, it's not usually me that acts like that, but with the train and the music, well..."
"I can leave if you like."
There was a bit of rustling about behind the door. Finally he heard Darryl say, "Well, if you want to try something different this train ride, come on in."
Bill thought there was a funny inflection to Darryl's voice, but eight months of celibacy in the face of duty soon overrode his small lingering doubts. He pulled the door open and saw Darryl with her back to him, her longish hair draped against her hourglass back, her shapely legs reaching up to her bare bottom. He quickly slid the door shut behind him as he stared at the girl in front of him.
Slowly Darryl turned around and Bill's gaze was drawn to her perfectly shaped breasts, her nipples hard and beautiful on those firm orbs. The prettiness of her top made the sudden incongruity of her bottom all the more shocking. He felt his jaw dropping of it's own accord as he looked down at her hard six inch penis.
"You're upset, aren't you Bill?"
"Shocked."
"It's only a night on a train."
It was. Just Bill and Darryl. Enough to meet, not enough for ever, and as Darryl's hands removed his clothes, it was enough; no... she was enough for one night.
When Bill was naked, he pushed Darryl down onto the bed of the cubicle, their mouths finding each other's as Bill's body covered Darryl. Their hands roamed across each other's backs. His chest hair tickling her breasts, their penises rubbing together. Darryl soon had Bill roll over and turned around and took his penis into her mouth. Bill gasped and rose up a bit before settling back, enjoying her ministrations.
Bill rolled his head to the side and looked at Darryl's penis. By then curiosity and eroticism had thoroughly trumped and conservative voices in his head. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide across the head of her organ. When his tongue didn't catch fire or fall off and a soft moan escaped from Darryl around himself, he moved forward and took her inside his mouth. Soon the two lovers were licking and sucking on each other's hard rods, reveling in the wanton experience of the act. Then Darryl propped herself up, gently removed her organ from Bill's mouth and lied down on her stomach beside him.
Following her gaze he saw a box of condoms and a bottle of K-Y. He squirted the liquid onto her bottom, then sheathed his penis with the rubber. Quickly straddling Darryl's thighs, he pointed his rod at her opening and pushed in. She arched up in pleasure as he filled up her cavity, and he took the opportunity to reach around her to cup her breasts. In and out bill slid, marveling at the tightness of Darryl writhing beneath him as he rubbed her nipples whilst thrusting. Finally Bill sighed and the latex covering began to fill with his liquid. He slid out, and lied down next to Darryl.
Darryl soon was kissing him frantically, her tongue darting into his mouth as she rubbed his shoulders and neck. Her hand then led a trail down his back and in the middle of a particularly deep kiss; he felt something cold on his bottom. Darryl smiled and asked an unspoken question, and Bill nodded. He watched as she rolled a condom over herself, marveling in the erotic image it presented. Darryl then moved behind Bill.
It was an eerie feeling, the sense of something pushing in instead of out, and Bill grabbed the sheets as Darryl's shaft filled him for the first time. Soon he felt the hard points of her nipples press against his back and she began kissing his neck. The feeling of her fullness inside of him was indescribable, then even more so when she began to pull out of him. Little by little Bill reveled in the feeling of his orifice sliding along Darryl's' hard and hot shaft as it made it's retreat. When her head was all that was left inside him, she pushed forward and slid back entirely into him. It was new and exciting and oh so much fun to feel the rhythm of Darryl sliding her penis in and out of him, and his moans reflected that each time her scrotum met his buttocks when she bottomed out. Finally the pleasure was too much and Darryl placed her semen into the rubber buried inside of Bill. Feeling the hot twitch of Darryl's coming tickling his bowels through the latex, Bill shot a stream of liquid into the sheets. Utterly contented, Darryl collapsed onto Bill's back and the two lovers drifted off to sleep.
Bill woke up about four hours later. He realized with a start that Darryl was gone. Getting his own clothes on he began to walk out the door when he saw the note. As he walked back to his own room to gather his things for his own stop he read the note and smiled agreeing as the tingle in his bottom told him the note was right, that nothing beats a train for it's rhythm.