Ridin? That Train

In the early 1980s, I was doing a professional training program at college and won a bursary to go back to Vancouver (where I’d grown up) for a conference. Three others in the program got bursaries as well (two women and a man). I suggested that it might be fun to take a passenger train from Vancouver to Edmonton on the return trip and fly back from Edmonton. We went to see the awards officer and she told us she could book the return that way, as the train trip was quite cheap and wouldn’t add to the price of getting back. One of the other female students opted to give the train ride a miss; her loss!

We finished the conference and the three of us went to the old CN train station in Vancouver for a noon-ish departure. These trains had a few sleeper compartments but most of the riders had to settle for quite comfortable reclining chairs in passenger cars. There were some dome cars to view the passing scenery and, most importantly, a dining/bar car as well.

My fellow travelers were Linda (a very thin young woman with tiny tits and a great ass, very smart, and in an co-habitation arrangement with an on/off boyfriend) and Marcus. Marcus gloried in the nickname “Horsecock” for the obvious reason. I hated him.

The train left the station (cue Stones or Robert Johnson version of “Love in Vain”) and we went to the viewing car. My brilliant plan fell to pieces as we lost the sun after only a few hours (winter and the train headed north before wending its way east) and we couldn’t see SFA. Linda and I went back to our side-by-side seats to read for a while and Marcus went right to the bar car.

It got darker and darker as the train rolled on for a few hours and I started getting sexual vibes from Linda. She leaned a shoulder against me and there was little illumination in the passenger cars, mainly from floor-level safety lighting. Linda said we should grab a drink and some food in the bar car and I reluctantly followed her there. We found Marcus sitting with a nicely built woman and they seemed to be getting along famously. The two of them left shortly after Linda and I got there and they went to our passenger car.

Linda and I soon went back to the car and had to pass Marcus and his new friend. They were snogging away and had their hands groping each other’s crotch. There was some guy in the next seat, snoring away. Linda and I got comfortable in our seats when it seemed that Marcus’ friend peeled off her panties and climbed onto his lap and (presumably!) bared cock. We watched as the woman slowly rode up and down, her eyes closed.

Linda undid her jeans and pulled them down a little. “Let’s masturbate together,” she whispered to me while looking at Marcus and his friend in the dim, shadowy light. I pulled my jeans down to mid-thigh and liberated my rock-hard, curved cock. Linda was rubbing her clit and vag and, while I thought I detected the scent of female arousal, I couldn’t see anything but an occasional glimpse of what looked to be some pretty dense pubic hair. I stroked my erection slowly, alternating looking at the couple quietly fucking a few rows ahead and at Linda’s steady jilling.

Through the gloom, I thought I could see Marcus pulling the woman tight against him as he got a deep nut inside her. Then the woman yelled at the guy who’d been sleeping in the seat beside them, “What’re you looking at?” and stormed out after grabbing her panties and headed off to her own car through the bar car. (Marcus told me later that the guy had pulled out his cock and jacked off to the sight beside him. The woman was obviously unimpressed, but Marcus said he got a kick out of the whole thing!).

By this time, Linda was really going for it: rubbing frantically on her clit, and glancing at my precum-lubed meat as I whacked away. Soon she took in a deep breath and stopped masturbating as she humped her hand hard, her thighs clenching. Her eyes were closed and she had the most ecstatic and sensual O-face going on. She came down a bit and focused on my hand pounding my cock as my glory stroke came inexorably nearer.

I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and perineum and blasted several ropes of cum over the back of the seat in front of me. I managed to hold in my cries of pleasure as my cum load erupted and I milked myself dry. Bless her heart, Linda had grabbed a bunch of napkins while we were in the bar car and she wiped my ejaculation from my genitals and hand. We pulled up our jeans and moved to another seat, my jizz dripping down the seat I’d cum on.