To Bill the train was impressive. Amtrak in their brochures described the train as a being a bi-level superliner with a measure of en-route comfort that only a cruise ship could match. To Bill it was an apt description, he was duly impressed with what he saw as he climbed aboard and was welcomed by a pleasant hostess.
Bill was shown to his private sleeping compartment. The sleeper which was on the upper level was compact but perfectly adequate for what he wanted. There was a sofa and an armchair that converted to two comfortable berths by night. In addition there was a private basin and vanity as well as a fully enclosed shower and toilet.
Bill put his things away and stacked his overnight bag along with the case that contained the presentation material. There was a specially provided rack for cases and baggage. He then "crashed" onto the sofa and let out a sigh of relief that for the meantime anyway, all of life's pressures had gone.
As Bill reclined on the sofa, he looked out the window to the platform below where he could see more passengers arriving and people saying goodbye to friends and loved ones. It crossed his mind then "If only I could be waving out the window to Felicity. What had happened to the love we had once had?"
Bill didn't dwell on any negative thoughts; for the moment he was free and he was going to enjoy it. He remained reclining on the sofa and watched as the train departed on time at 3.40p.m. The mournful sound of the horn announcing the departure took him back to the last time he had travelled by train with his parents when he was a child.
As the train moved off, memories of less complicated times flooded back, and there was almost a soothing feeling as the soft muffled sound of the engine increased in power and the train began its journey. Bill smiled to himself as the car he was in, swayed gently and the wheels clattered as the train moved out over points to join the mainline. It was proving to be the reliving of a long forgotten and exciting experience.
The train quickly gathered speed as it headed out of Dallas and on east towards Mineola. Further on at Marshall, it would turn north in the direction of Chicago. Chicago was then more than twenty-one hours away. Bill found as he reclined on the sofa and watched the scenery flash by; that the gentle motion and the sound of the wheels on the track, was mesmerisingly soothing and pleasant.
At 5.00p.m Bill showered, shaved and changed. In the shower Bill sang to himself as he felt the soothing hot water cleanse his body and he could hear the sound of the train as it raced along. "God it is good to be free" he said to himself several times.
Bill was fastidious about the way he dressed. His tall, erect and slim frame looked exceedingly handsome when at 5.30p.m he was ready to head to the lounge car and relax with a beer. He wore a dark navy blue sports jacket, an open neck white shirt, and light grey trousers. To top it off, a dash of Paco Rabanne aftershave made a statement that "here was a man of unpretentious quality".
The train wasn't full so Bill easily found a seat with all the privacy he wanted. Here he could recline with his beer and watch the sun go down out the large observation windows. As he watched prairie and farmland race by, he wondered when he saw the odd ranch house, if the people who lived there were happy. These thoughts filled Bill's mind as he sort to rationalise solutions to some of the demons that haunted his own life.
Just after 6.00p.m the sun was being sliced in half by the horizon and there was an absolutely magnificent sunset. The sky was filled with red - it gave one a feeling of what a magnificent place Planet Earth was. With what Bill could see it made him realise that there was far, far more to life than material things. He marvelled for a moment at a flock of geese silhouetted against the red sky - they were free to fly wherever they chose and did so for the sheer pleasure of being alive and free. "I need to be free too", Bill whispered to himself.
At 6.20p.m, as darkness enveloped the landscape outside the train, Bill headed to the dining car. He was feeling a little peckish. He ordered a glass of the finest red and a meal of the most expensive Texas steak. "Apricot can bloody well pay for it", Bill muttered to himself.
Bill picked a table that was free and distanced from others so he could sit in privacy and watch out the window. He relaxed with his wine while he waited for his meal. He had only been sitting a few minutes when he had an uncanny, almost sixth sense that he was being watched. I guess we have all had it at times - it's something that is just there and unexplainable.
Bill had been lost in thought, looking out the window to his left as the lights of houses and small towns flashed by, when he was drawn to look forward to a couple of tables in front of him. Here sat a woman, possibly in her mid thirties, facing in the direction of Bill. Their eyes met and stayed transfixed on one another momentarily. There was an unexplained magic, and an excitement that made Bill's pulse race. He couldn't help it but there was the exquisite sensual feeling of an erection rising beneath the napkin on his lap.
The woman smiled coyly as if embarrassed and then momentarily cast her eyes downwards. Bill couldn't take his eyes off her and kept staring. He had to put his glass of wine down because his hand started shaking as unexplained emotions overwhelmed him.
The woman then looked back up so their eyes met once more. Bill mouthed the word "hello", and the young woman smiled again in return. This time, her smile radiated an indefinable warmth that had Bill spellbound and unable to move. To Bill she was exquisitely refined and beautiful beyond belief.
Bill remained paralysed! Something had to happen. It was then that the woman stood up. She was tall, dark and slim. She wore what could be described as being "corporate dress" - a black knee length skirt and a white blouse that fitted neatly to show off her firm proud breasts that lay beneath. About her neck was a teal blue, gossamer-thin scarf that was fastened in place with a greenstone broach. On the back of the chair alongside where she stood was a dark jacket that matched her skirt. Her hair was near black in colour. It was short and cut immaculately so it was shaped perfectly to her face - a face that was beautiful and refined with high cheek bones and an indefinable feminine softness. Her smooth olive complexion was shown to its very best with the discrete use of makeup, eggshell blue eye shadow and mascara. A subtle shade of pink lipstick made her lips look moist an inviting.
The woman sidled away from her table and moved towards Bill. Bill cast his eyes down to take in the slender beauty of her legs. As far as Bill was concerned he had never ever been captivated by a woman to this extent in his entire life.
The woman, still smiling "a smile" that had Bill absolutely spellbound, moved to his table and whispered. 'Would you like me to join you?'
The words the woman uttered were soft and feminine and complimented her exquisite beauty. In now being close, Bill could feel the warmth of her presence. Her exquisite perfume further enhanced Bill's desires. Bill looked into her eyes - they were of an intense sapphire blue. They drew Bill to her like a magnet.
Bill was unable to speak. The woman moved a little closer and whispered again. 'Would you like me to join you?'
Oh I am so sorry', said Bill. 'I didn't mean to be rude. I would love you to join me, please take a seat, let me get your plate and your drink for you'.
'Thanks', said the woman as she sat down in the seat opposite to Bill.
Bill went and fetched the woman's things from her table. He retained his napkin at the front of his trousers to try and hide the bulge. Unfortunately for Bill - or maybe fortunately - when he returned with the woman's meal in hand, he accidentally let the napkin slip. His erection was very obvious and the young woman could see it. She laughed and clasped Bill's hand briefly, and whispered. 'Don't be embarrassed, I feel the same about you - it's just that being a woman I don't show it. Actually I haven't been able to take my eyes off you for some time!'
This broke the ice and the pair laughed. 'I'm sorry', said Bill as he went to sit down again. 'I didn't mean to make it that obvious but you are an incredibly beautiful woman. What's your name? I'm Bill Douglas'.
'Thank you for your kind comments Bill; my name is Peggy.
I am heading to Chicago and then on to New York'.
Peggy cast her eyes downwards and tears flooded her eyes momentarily. There had obviously been something maybe sad relating to her life.
Bill reached out and clasped Peggy's hand and squeezed it. He then whispered. 'Whatever it is, it's alright, let's relax and enjoy each other's company tonight. Tomorrow is another day; although looking at you Peggy I wish tomorrow would never come.
Bill reached out with his handkerchief and wiped away the tears from Peggy's beautiful face. Peggy melted with the attention.
'Thank you Bill', Peggy whispered. 'Your soft touch is beautiful. I can tell you are a kind and sensitive man'.
Peggy and Bill sat for maybe twenty minutes holding hands across the table. Their eyes were transfixed on one another with the desperate and magic feelings of love at first sight. Peggy had the most beautiful imploring smile on her face and the occasional tear - this time of happiness, rolled down her cheeks. Words were surplus to requirements.
For some time the pair were oblivious to the sound of the train as it raced on through the night. The other passengers in the dining car just didn't exist. This was until Bill was tapped on the shoulder by an attendant who enquired. 'May I take your plate sir? Could I get you anything else?'
'Oh my god', Bill exclaimed as he came back to reality with a start. 'Our meals have gone cold. Peggy lets reorder and start over again! Let me get you a glass of the best wine available'.
Peggy giggled and smiled. 'Yes please Bill. I would love to dine with you. I want to hear all about you while we eat'.
So it was; another meal and the finest of wine were ordered. Peggy and Bill felt carefree and relaxed as the wine took effect and their eyes never left one another for hardly a second. Occasionally they would lean across the table and engage in a soft lingering kiss. Longings for one another were growing by the moment
Bill talked on into the night about his life and how it was for him. Peggy listened attentively. When Bill had finished he asked Peggy about her life.
Peggy reached across the table and took both Bill's hands in hers. She spoke seriously for a moment and there were tears in her eyes. 'Bill, please don't be hurt, I know you have told me all about yourself, but there are reasons I can't tell you about my past. Please forgive me but there are good reasons why I can't. I just want to enjoy your company for now'.
'I won't pry', said Bill. 'But you sure are one mysterious and beautiful woman. I don't know about you Peggy but I can feel a unique chemistry between us. Peggy I hope you don't mind me saying it, but I feel it overwhelmingly even though I have known you only a short time - I love you. God only knows what will happen with my life in the future. One thing is for certain though I sure love you'.
Tears filled Peggy's eyes once more. She looked imploringly at Bill and whispered. 'I love you too Bill. Please could you take me to your sleeper and make love to me, I want to feel you inside me; I want you Bill. We haven't got much longer together, it's nearly midnight'.
'Of course Peggy', Bill whispered. 'God I want you to. Why don't we get your things from your sleeper and bring them to mine. Please stay with me tonight, please Peggy'.
'Yes Bill', said Peggy. 'Come on, let's get my things, I can't wait'.
Peggy took Bill's hand and led him to her sleeper to pick up her things. Once there Peggy hurriedly began to pack her makeup, toiletries and clothes in her overnight bag. Bill stood watching; mesmerised by the sheer beauty of Peggy as she packed. Inside the sleeper were the soft feminine smells of a woman - makeup, perfume and maybe the subtleness of an exquisite French soap. While Peggy bent over to fill her overnight bag, Bill couldn't resist her beauty. He moved in close and slipped his hand up under the back of her dress. The inside of her thighs felt soft, smooth, warm and inviting.
Peggy whispered in a sigh. 'Oh god I am sorry to tempt you like that Bill, but that is exactly what I wanted. Oh yes, that feels beautiful Bill, please stroke me, I love the feel of your sensitive fingers'.
Bill moved his hand a little higher and up between Peggy's thighs to the top. His pulse was racing with excitement in having the privilege to touch this incredibly beautiful woman in her sacred and forbidden place.
Peggy spread her legs apart a little so Bill could feel the silky smoothness of her panties. There was a delectable softness where her vagina lay beneath. Not only that, there was warm and prolific moistness conveying to Bill that this beautiful woman did indeed want him.
In feeling Bill's hand up between her legs, Peggy seemed to have lost interest in packing things into her overnight bag! Instead she rested her hands on her knees and pleaded with Bill in a whisper. 'Please go up under my dress and explore me, please Bill'.
'Oh yes', Bill whispered. 'Oh yes please Peggy'.
Bill knelt behind Peggy. In the dim subdued light of the sleeper he just stared for a moment at the beauty of what was before him. Peggy's long slender legs were irresistible. Peggy had splayed her legs seductively to ensure Bill couldn't resist exploring her up under her dress.
Bill moved his head under Peggy's dress and kissed the inside of her thighs as he moved slowly on up. He let her dress and lacy white petticoat fall about him so he was cocooned in the subtle warmth of Peggy's exquisite inner sanctum.
While Bill knelt and enjoyed what he could see, Peggy reached through her legs and released Bill's trousers so they fell to his knees. She then pushed his underpants down and sensually fingered his very erect penis. Looking back between her legs she could also see Bill's very erect penis in all its magnificence, and she looked at it longingly.
'Oooh Bill', Peggy whispered. 'Your penis is so beautiful. I have never felt or seen anything quite like it. It is so firm and strong. I want to give it a name, I hate the word penis. Do you mind if I call it Wilbur?'
'Of course you can call it Wilbur', Bill whispered thinking how things were moving so wonderfully fast. 'That's quite beautiful, but why Wilbur?'
Peggy sighed with pleasure and said. 'The name Wilbur means "dearly loved stronghold". Believe me Bill I dearly love what I can see and I want to keep a "strong hold" on Wilbur. He is so big and beautiful and I know I will never have experienced anything quite like it when I feel him inside me'.
'God I love you', Bill whispered. 'I have never come across a woman like you with such warm sensitiveness. The feel of you stroking Wilbur is exquisite.
Bill truly meant what he said. Tears came to his eyes when he thought how his wife Felicity would express how she liked having "his cock in her cunt". In essence Felicity was crude and crass to the "nth" degree. What a beautiful refreshing change to have come across someone like Peggy who treated intimate sex as something sacred and loving.
While Peggy continued to gently fondle and admire Wilbur, Bill gently kissed the inside of Peggy's thighs and slid his hands sensually up the front of her legs until he could feel the front of her panties. He then slipped his fingers beneath so he could feel the warmth and lush softness of her muff. To Bill he had never felt anything so beautiful.
Bill sighed with pleasure as he felt Peggy's soft warm thighs against his lips. He felt shooting electric spasms as her sensitive fingers lovingly fondled Wilbur and explored up between the top of his own thighs.
As Bill slowly moved on up under Peggy's dress, there was a desperate and uncontrollable feeling of love for her. Her white lacy petticoat caressed his head with a gentle softness that conveyed the magic and sensual beauty of a woman. Bill breathed deeply to take in what was a light and discrete scent of perfume. This was combined with a subtle and almost irresistible pheremonal scent that was attracting Bill on up to where he wanted to be.
Bill tilted his head back and pushed his face up into Peggy's panties where her vagina lay beneath. What he felt against his face was delectably soft, moist and soothing. Bill was lost in oblivion, the scent of Peggy's moistness drove him crazy, her panties were becoming increasingly moist with the passion Peggy felt for him. As Bill continued to explore Peggy, she sighed and wh
ispered in desperation. 'That feels beautiful Bill, I love you'.
Bill frantically kissed and licked, up between Peggy's thighs to gain every morsel of the nectar that was drawing him like a moth to a flame. With what Bill could see, taste and smell; as far he was concerned he had never encountered such a beautiful woman.
Bill wanted more. He slid the back of Peggy's panties down and nuzzled between the soft warm cheeks of her bottom. Peggy cried out with feelings as she felt Bills tongue desperately explore her tight and exquisitely formed anal opening. She bent over a little further and pushed back so she could feel more and Bill pushed his tongue inside - just as Peggy had wanted. Bill was absolutely besotted with what he could see.
'Bill I love you', Peggy whispered in desperation. 'Lick me, lubricate me with your tongue, I want Wilbur in my bottom, please Bill. I am clean I had a shower before I met you'.
'I know', Bill whispered. 'Your scent is absolutely exquisite; you excite me beyond belief Peggy. God I have never seen anything so beautiful as what you are giving to me. Your vagina is like a beautiful flower'.
To emphasise what he meant, Bill moved lower and gently kissed and licked the moist entry to Peggy's vagina. In response, her exquisite opening closed and then opened in beautiful spasms of intense feeling. With what Bill could see, he knew Peggy loved him and wanted him. She was giving her body to him unconditionally.
'I love you Peggy', Bill whispered in desperation. 'I have got no inhibitions; I will do whatever you want'.
'Oh thank you Bill, yes please', Peggy pleaded.
Bill moved higher once more and licked inside the cheeks of Peggy's exquisitely beautiful bottom. He feverishly licked and lubricated her tight anal opening. It was the most beautiful entry to the "forbidden" he had ever seen.
Bill then stood and lifted the back of Peggy's dress and petticoat and laid it across her back. Peggy then released her hold of Wilbur. She then reached behind to pull the cheeks of her bottom open for Bill to insert what she longed to feel inside her - what she now affectionately called Wilbur.
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