Chapter 1
There she stood staring up at the boarding signs of the central rail system. Miranda had a long week at work. Going home was not an option since she was now alone. Crystal, her girlfriend of two years had just been caught in bed with the neighbor, Darren.
Miranda shook her head as she tried to flush Crystal from her mind. She caught her in bed with a man, she should have guessed that she was a slut, she worked in nothing but a bra and underwear! Maybe she wasn’t really even a lesbian… Now she should be heading for business trip to where she had a meeting with some snob of an investor.
Instead, Miranda stood there picking a destination… Maybe she would just ride the train until it ended and wander around there for a while. Somewhere far away to get Crystal out of her head!
Apparently the train went more than just the inner city of downtown Grand Rapids, instead from the spot she was at Miranda could head pretty much anywhere in the country. Where she was is cold this time of year… she had money stocked up in the bank… maybe today called for a vacation. She closed her eyes and randomly pointed to a spot on the map, San Francisco Bay, California. She didn’t know anything about the location but it had to be warmer than the frigid Michigan weather.
She walked up to the ticket desk, nervously but determined.
“Hello. How may I assist you today?” the woman smiled.
“Can I buy a ticket to San Francisco Bay, California?”
“Well let me see…?” the ticket receptionist typed in a the computer before, her brow furrowing as she thought and then smiled just as broadly as before. “When is it you would like to leave?”
Miranda thought for a moment as she pushed her long wavy blond hair back behind her shoulder, she should have tied it up like usual. “As soon as possible.”
The ticket receptionist nodded and typed in a few more things. “It looks like we have a train leaving in an hour… but we only have few of the suites available. We are all booked up with coach seating. Are you interested in our Superliner Roomette?”
“Um…” Miranda hesitated. She shouldn’t be doing this! She didn’t know anyone in California… and was it really safe to ride the train alone?
“Hurry up!” someone shouted behind her. For some reason, it snapped her into go.
“Yes. Please.” She pulled out her credit card waving it toward the woman. Maybe it was the rushing stranger behind her that made her throw caution to the wind and just pay for the ticket to another city or maybe it was the Salted Carmel Vodka bottle she had slashed down only moments before leaving her apartment. It was just too lonely to be home! Two months of lonely could kill someone!
“Okay.” The woman shrugged. “Can I have your id please?”
Miranda pulled out her driver’s license and shoved it toward the woman. Her body still shaking from the bitter cold outside or was that the thrill of the unknown taking over her body?
“And that will be…”
“Hurry up!” the man behind them screamed again.
“Just ring it up. I don’t care about the price!” Miranda hissed waving her credit card again.
“I’ll just ring that up then…” The woman muttered. She ran Miranda’s platnium card and then printed out the ticket and handed it to her. “Have a nice trip.”
“Thank you,” Miranda huffed annoyed at everything. She was leaving her world behind even if it was just for a little bit.
***
Miranda walked down to the rails and paced as she waited for her train to board. She waved her ticket to the rail employee and he stamped it before handing it back to her. She pushed through the train and walked down the aisle looking for R5 she didn’t find any seats matching the number printed on her ticket. Then she skimmed the ticket again… “Oh my god!” she hissed as her eyes landed on the price on the ticket, $1,251.05. What the hell was she thinking! Oh yeah… slut Crystal… Salted Carmel Vodka bottle… relaxed…
“Are you lost?” a man said in a low rich baritone. His dulcet tone embraced the air around her and made her insides twist. Even though she had never sought much attention of men, this man was one she could get use to.
She flushed and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, “Yeah. I’m trying to find seat R5…?” She turned around and came face to face with the owner of the sexy voice. He was tall, his broad shoulders double small frame. He smiled.
“That’s not a seat. That might be your problem…” He reached toward her and let his fingers brush against her hand as he took her ticket to look at it. “See… this is a roomette.”
“Yeah, the ticket reception might have said something like that…” She rubbed her right eye and accepted her ticket back from the stranger’s out stretched hand.
“Do you know where the sleeper car is?” He asked curiously as Miranda started to wander again.
“No. I don’t really know what I’m looking for,” she admitted.
“Where’s your luggage?” He asked before grabbing her shoulders and turning her around. “We go this way.”
“Oh. Okay.” Miranda turned around and began to walk in the direction the man pointed her. “I don’t have any luggage. This was kind of a spur of the moment type thing.” The train’s whistle blew and train suddenly jerked forward propelling its self down the rails.
“Wow. That’s…” sexy stranger paused as he looked out of the train window. “Daring.”
“Nah.” Miranda shrugged. “I’m just having a bad week and once I get where I’m going… I’m going to wander around a bit and head back.”
Sexy stranger, as she had dubbed him, laughed deep and rich. “That’s crazy and like I said, daring.” He walked through a different rail car and continued down that car. “This is the dinning car,” he let her know as he pointed out the small booths lining the walls.
“Sure… If you feel like eating train food.” Miranda muttered.
“You are a bold one, sweetheart.” They continued down the aisle until they pushed through into another car. People had lined the first two cars all the seats had been clogged up, but the dinning car was practically empty. The halls of this new car was narrow and dark with only a little light lighting the walkway. “This is your car.” He said as he slowed down and stopped beside a room that said “R5” in a bold sticker beside the closed sliding door.
“Oh.” Miranda looked inside at the strange room and turned back around to face the man.
The man simply stood there watching her as she watched him. She turned around toward the room again. “Thanks for helping me out.” A hand suddenly brushed her hair aside. She swung back around to face the man. His eyes now dark in the dimly lit hallway pierced hers and she shivered in excitement. “Did you just…” She murmured unsure if she was only imagining the hand that grabbed her ass.
He shrugged but made no attempt to move away. Miranda’s brow furrowed. Surely, she had imagined the hand brushing against her. She was a bit relaxed from the vodka… Then she felt his hand brush against her ass. She turned back around and eyed him. Imagination… She took a step toward the room and then she felt his hand firmly on her ass again. Firm yet gentle.
She didn’t question the thought this time. It was not an accident. His fingers massaged her ass through the material of her blue wool winter dress. She could feel him tracing the curves of her round butt cheek even through her thin black leggings as they glided down the outside of her thigh. Miranda was just too stunned to move. Her insides clenched as a surge of arousal flowed through her like she had never felt before as she allowed him to continue.
Encouraged, sexy stranger pressed himself firmly against her and slipped his arm around her waist. Instantly, her hands sprung up to the door frame of the roomette to brace herself. She could feel his hard erection against her back. This was too much… she had never even kissed a man!
Before Crystal, Miranda had spent a year celibate and before that she was in a three year relationship with a girl she had met in college. She needed to stop this… but public sex was on the top of her bucket list but for some reason Crystal had no interest. The thrill of the possibilities made her clit firm. She wanted to continue. Surrendering to her sex drive, she let him continue his exploration.
The gentle rocking of the train linked them together and Miranda soon became hyper aware of the ever firming erection against her backside and the hot hands that clutched her sides. A clank of a door down the hall made her flip her head back and turn toward the sound. Sexy stranger noticed it too and pressed harder into her. His hot lips pressed against her neck and she gulped.
This was so surreal! A hand slid from her stomach up the front of her dress and began to clutch her breast. Shuddering in pleasure she could feel her underwear beginning to dampen from her sex juices. “Oh god,” she moaned softly as the sexy stranger nibbled her tender skin.
“Hey. Excuse me.”
Miranda’s head turned to the side noticing the old woman as she shuffled toward them.
“Can I get through?” she asked.
Miranda’s face flushed as she pressed tighter into the door. “Excuse us.” Sexy stranger mumbled through his sucking of her skin and pressed his body into the wall beside her. Leaving Miranda instantly cold. She shivered but didn’t dare move for the door that was closed before her. Her insides clenched, she wanted him back against her!
The old woman shuffled through, Miranda’s eyes followed her every movement. Before the woman disappeared into the nearby dinner car, sexy stranger tightened his arm around her body again and pulled her back into him. He edged forward and pinned her to the door tighter than before.
Excitement and exhilaration coursed through her more than she had ever felt. She loved the feeling of her control being taken away by the sexy stranger. Her heart raced.
“You know what I want.” His voice huskier now in the low whisper.
Miranda shook her head. “What do you want to do?” she could barely form the words, they came out in thick lusty pants.
He pressed his mouth to the back of her neck again and began to nip his way down to her shoulder as he pushed the top of her dress aside. A free hand weaved up the front of her dress and over her breast again as he began to squeeze and kneed her. She was so hot right now the dress was just getting uncomfortable. She fidgeted as she pressed her thighs together.
As the two stood there huddle together, rocking with the movement of the train, they looked like newly wed lovers embracing. Her nipple stiffened as he began to pinch and swirl the nub between his fingers. Surely, her dress would be wrinkled. A stifled whimper left her lips as her panties began to soak. His broad shoulders covered Miranda’s smaller frame as he loomed around her.
His hand moved down her breast and back over her tummy hovering there. “Unbutton the top of your dress,” he didn’t bother to whisper. Nobody was around anyway but his tone commanded her to move.
Miranda hesitated, shaking her head in attempt to fight against her desire. “You know you want to.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the sexy stranger. His lips formed in a tight know it all smirk. She sucked in a breath and took a moment to remove her hands from the bracing of the door frame. Her hands raced toward the top of her dress, fumbling to separate the two sides of the fabric. As her hands left the fabric and pressed back in their place against the door, he reached up and dipped his hand beneath the fabric. His palm covered her ‘c’ size breast as he dipped it into her bra cup and began twirling her nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
Miranda gasped. He was firm yet gentle. He knew how to handle a woman. Without thought she began to grind her ass against his hard-on. Her eyes closed and her body began to sizzle with lust. She needed whatever he was willing to give. Her body craved him, desperately horny from her lack of sex life. If he didn’t stop now, she would cum right here in the hallway with his expert nipple play.
“Do you like this?” his husky voice asked as he pressed his mouth to her earlobe and began to suck on it.
She moaned as she nodded her head. She loved what he was offering!
He chuckled. “You are a horny little minx aren’t you?” He suddenly stopped what he was doing and just held to her hips as his mouth hovered over her skin. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
She couldn’t! There was no way she could ever tell him what she wanted him to do! She couldn’t tell Crystal what she had liked in the bedroom and they had been together for two years! The words caught in her throat.
Sexy stranger moved back just hovering over her, leaving a sliver of cool air between them. “Touch me!” She finally cried out when she couldn’t stand the lack of embrace.
“Oh goodness honey…” The old woman gasped as she shuffled down the hall again.
“Excuse us.” Sexy stranger grunted as he reached around Miranda grabbed the handle of the door and yanked it open before walking them inside. He didn’t miss a beat when he asked, “Here?”
Miranda’s face flushed, so embarrassed. She couldn’t even speak and he was asking where she wanted his hands! He whirled her around and pressed her into the now closed door window and the red curtain that hung loosely beside it. His hand slid down between her legs and moved over the mound of her pussy through the front of her dress skirt.
She nodded her head slowly as his body pressed her into the metal door. No longer was she hidden by his body, instead she was now on full display for anyone who would pay attention when walking by. She felt so slutty as her hands pressed against the wall above her head. Her nipples hardened nubs pointed into the hallway while her groin pulsed in anticipation.
Miranda sighed contentedly as he finally laced his arm back around her stomach and began to stroke her bare stomach. Soon his large hand warm hand slid smoothly along the waistband of her panties. Miranda gulped. She suddenly had the urge to push away from him. She pushed her hands hard against the wall beside her body trying to wiggle free.
Sexy stranger grunted as he pressed his body against her again. His free hand slid up her side and grabbed her hand, winding their fingers together as he slid it back up the wall above her head. “I’ve never…” Miranda finally mouthed.
He let her hand drop and pulled his mouth away from her skin. “You’re a virgin?” he asked huskily.
Miranda shook her head. No. Of course she wasn’t. She was twenty-six. She was way beyond virgin territory.
“No?” he questioned. “You never what?” His voice asked accusingly. She could sense his confusion.
“I’ve…” She turned her head to look over her shoulder at the man and his smoldering eyes. “Never been with a man…”
Instantly, his lips tipped up to a smirk and his eyes lit with excitement. “Good.” His hand found it’s way back to her panties and quickly slipped inside. His fingers stroked along the fine curly hairs of her mound as she shuffled her feet apart granting him access. Taking that as a sign, sexy stranger delicately probed her with one finger.
Pleasure coursed through her in unexpected waves. She bit her lip to keep from bursting out a moan. Every fiber of her, set on fire. After a few strokes, he dipped a finger inside her wet pussy lips. One pulsing in and out, stroking, probing. “Oh my god!” Miranda groaned rocking back toward him. He pulled her back with one hand pressed against her lower abdomen.
His hard erection pushed against her backside as he pushed her against the door. A passenger walked past, this time a man around her age and she bit her lip to keep from squeaking out from prospectively getting caught. She closed her eyes, trying not to imagine the man turning in their direction. “That was close.” Sexy stranger chuckled as he dipped another finger inside her walls. She pushed her ass back into him like the bitch in heat she felt like. “I bet he would have liked to watch…”
Her mind was fogged from all his finger fucking. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his thick cock penetrate her. “Dinner has been served.” Called over the intercom followed by “Dinning hall will be open from 6pm to 9pm.” Suddenly stopping he pulled away from her and backed up, leaving her cold again. “Well, I’m starved,” he whispered. “Perhaps you would like to come with me and we can finish what we started after dinner?”
Miranda whimpered at the pent up sexual frustration that was sizzling inside her. She didn’t know what was happening with her mind, she nodded in agreement as sexy stranger pulled open the roomette door and stepped out. She took a step on wobbly legs but he turned around. “Take off your leggings and underwear.”
“What…?” Miranda gulped nervously.
Sexy stranger simply just raised a brow waiting.
Miranda moved slightly to look around him, mentally she needed to know that nobody would see her. She couldn’t see around him though. He was impatiently tapping his foot as he lifted his arm to look at his watch. She sucked in a straggled breath, backed up, and quickly took off her thigh high fuzzy winter boots. She pulled off her leggings without a second thought then looked back up at sexy stranger and grabbed at the edge of her underwear at her hips and yanked them down. She slipped her fuzzy boots back on and moved to the door beside the stranger. He smiled and nodded in approval.
She reached up to the top of her dress and he shook head. “No, you must leave that open for me.”
Miranda gulped as she nodded her head and stepped into the hallway.
“Zander,” he offered as he slipped his hand into hers and tugged her along.
“Miranda.”
They walked into the dinning car which was quickly filling up. No wonder sexy stranger… Zander, wanted to take off to dinner right away. They stopped at a booth and Miranda slipped in. The crisp black linens of the table cloth draped over her knees and she was thankful for it until Zander just eyed her for a moment before leaning down his tall looming form and whispering, “move over.”
He was confident and demanding, not giving her any choice for rebuttal. She nodded her head shyly before sliding her butt across the seat. Zander slid in beside her just as a waitress walked up. “Good evening!” She chirped as she ogled Zander. “How are you this evening sexy?”
“I would like a draft, my woman would like…” He let the words hang waiting for Miranda to say what she wanted as he slipped his hand over her thigh.
“Oh!” She squirmed. To the waitress it may look like she wasn’t paying attention, Zander knew better. “Wine…”
“We have white and red.” The waitress offered.
“Whi…” Zander’s hand gripped the inside of Miranda’s thigh. “Red!” She screamed out. “I’m sorry, make it red.”
Zander chuckled as the waitress made a funny face then nodded her head as she turned to leave. “Okay.”
As soon as the waitress was out of range Miranda turned her head toward Zander, “What are you doing?”
“Keeping things interesting.” He offered with a shrug as the waitress slowly made her way back over.
His hand moved to her core and Miranda squeaked as she clenched her thighs together. Zander moved his foot between Miranda’s feet and pulled her foot toward his as he tisked. “Nah nah.”
Miranda’s eyes glazed over as Zander’s hand rubbed across the fine hairs of her mound only to stop at her slit and press two fingers inside. “Someone will see…” She whispered as she pressed her head against his shoulder.
“Nobody can see, notice the table cloth.” He flicked it with his free hand as his finger flicked around inside her walls, finger fucking her again. Zander leaned his head against Miranda’s long blond hair nosing it aside. “You are dripping wet.”
He pulled his fingers free of her core and lifted them up above the table cloth and slipped them into his mouth. Miranda moaned lustfully as he licked her juices from his fingers. “Mmm,” Zander cooed as the waitress walked up.
“Here is your drinks. Do you know what you would like to order?” She reached toward Zander. Just before her hand landed on his upper arm he leaned away sending her a glare.
Zander flipped the menu over in front of him, it was clear he hadn’t even looked at it until that moment. “Land and Sea,” he grunted and slid it next to him, “What ever you would like my darling.”
He slipped his hand beneath the table again and Miranda’s eyes locked on his in warning. Zander smiled, he took it as a dare as he swiped his hand across her inner thigh. Miranda gulped as squeaking out, “Griddle Seared Salmon.”
“Okay, that will be out for you shortly.” The waitress smiled as she leaned toward the table eying Zander. “Are you free later?”
Zander rolled his eyes, “I’m occupied. Do I need to speak with the manager, Jeremy?”
The woman straightened up, shook her head, and backed away. “No sir.”
“You ride the train often,” Miranda grabbed his wrist, trying to keep his hand from slipping up her thigh further.
Zander nodded as his other hand gripped her wrist tugging it toward his raging erection. “Feel what you are doing to me?” he whispered. He moved her hand up and down along his dick groaning when she squeezed slightly to feel his girth.
Miranda squirmed. She had been lost in the fog gripping Zander’s dick, he slipped his hand between her thighs and was now pressing at her entrance once again. Flicking and dipping his fingers inside. Going faster and faster as Miranda moved her hand away from his dick and reached up to grab hold of the table top.
She was so close to tipping over the edge, her first orgasm with a man at the helm, right in the middle of a crowded dinning room. Her glazed over eyes looked around even with her head still on Zander’s shoulder. The food was delivered and their drinks refilled. Zander only let up for a moment so he could cut his steak, but continued right after he had cut a few pieces.
Once they finished eating, Zander stood up and held his hand out toward Miranda. She slid toward the edge of the booth, then pulled her risen dress down before she even attempted to stand. “Shall we continue where we left off?” Zander pulled her into his chest and nipped the side of her neck as he walked Miranda backward toward the direction of her sleeping car.
She nodded and pressed her mouth to his jaw. She couldn’t press her lips to his mouth if he didn’t want her too, he was too tall.
Stepping up to her roomette, Miranda held her hand out slowly. What would he do to her in that room? Would he show her what a man can feel like inside her core? Did that mean she really wasn’t a lesbian, that the whole time her body had been deprived? Hesitating too long caused Zander to slip his arm around her stomach. He lifted her dress and dove his fingers inside. He grabbed her breast with his other hand and pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Open the door.”
Instantly, she yanked the door open and hurried inside. Zander let his hands drop as he turned around and shut the door behind them. He flipped the lock then turned back toward his prey. He pulled his pants and boxers down, dropping them around his ankles as he sat down on the bottom bunk letting his ranging hard-on out into full display. “Suck my cock.” He reclined back and gripped his stiff erection as a bead of precum oozed from his tip.
Miranda squeaked as she got down on her knees and crawled toward her target. She pressed her head down opening her mouth allowing her lips to slowly glide over his swollen head. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she wanted to make him feel good. So she tightened her lips and sucked before twirling her tongue around it. His dick twitched as he tangled a hand into her hair. He tugged her hair impatiently, yanking her down deeper. She flicked her tongue over the tip as she pulled back and let it glide down to his base. He groaned before he yanked her head up and pushed her back.
“Get up here and fuck me.” He growled as her ass rocked back onto her heels.
She pushed up from the floor, flicking her eyes toward the still open curtain.
“Ignore it,” he grunted grabbing for her hips. It was so thrilling, the chance of being caught by a peeper through the window. She lifted her dress up and straddled him. His hands tightened on her hips as he guided her over his thighs. His hands quickly moved the dress up her sides, exposing her breasts as he shoved it over her head. She quivered naked before him with nothing but the fluffy boats she hadn’t yet taken off. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he pressed his mouth down onto her bra and nipped at the nipple hiding beneath. She squirmed trying to get him inside her. Rubbing her wet aching pussy against his hard cock she whimpered.
“Please,” she whined. “I can’t take it anymore.” She was desperate to be sated now. She needed him.
“Well I can’t very well make you wait any longer.” His sexy voice vibrated through her as he stretched her over his thighs fully. He grabbed his cock with a sly grin and impaled her fully.
“Oh my god!” she cried out as delight filled her core. He gripped her hips again and began to lift her up as he rocked up and down connecting them. The feel of a man’s dick inside her was not fully foreign. She had a fully stocked drawer of vibrators and dildos back at home, but the real thing was something she could get use to. She slid back down until her body slapped against his. “Oh!”
He guided her up and down, showing her how he wanted her to ride him. She was more than happy to oblige as she bounced up and down. “You’re so tight,” he grunted. His hips shoved up as she met him with downward thrusts. She was so close as her entire body was primed, vibrating with lust. Miranda’s head lulled back as she let her hands grip onto his shoulders. Zander’s hands roamed her body, stroking her in all the right places as he glanced toward the door.
Miranda began to turn her head but he stiffly nodded. “Don’t.” She wanted to know what he was looking at. Was someone there watching them as they fucked with the curtain pulled open? Her bare ass showing off to the entire train… They could get caught. As if sensing she was to her ecstasy Zander began to pump up vigorously prodding her with his dick as he used the pad of his thumb to rub her numb in fast circles. It felt so good she was about to cry out again.
“Oh yes! Don’t stop! Please!” The first climax she had ever experienced with a man tore through her as her nails dug into Zander’s shoulders. Her pussy clenched but Zander wasn’t finished with her. He grabbed her hips and fucked her hard. With one last slam down, he stiffened as he came into her moist core. Miranda’s body fell forward resting her head against Zander’s forehead. Both breathed hard. After a moment, he pushed Miranda back up, lending her a hand while she stood on weak legs. She turned around to grab her dress in a bit of a daze and noticed the shadow of a figure disappearing in the window. They had been watched and Zander didn’t mind.
“Four hours sated, fifty-four more to go.” Zander stood up and pulled his boxers and pants back into place. He reached toward the roomette door with a slight grin on his face. “That was wonderful. Maybe I’ll see you again before the train ride ends.” It was the most exquisite feeling Miranda had ever felt. Her body still tingled as orgasm aftershocks wound down. She would definitely be seeking this man out again if she had a choice.
She watched as he disappeared down the hall and opened his own roomette door before vanishing inside. Then his words registered, fifty-four more to go. She couldn’t help but stifle a scream as she looked down at her ticket in the purse that had been tossed aside. Sixty hour train ride.
Quickly realizing she was still standing naked with the door wide open, Miranda yanked the door closed, shutting the curtain, and pulled on her dress. A shiver ran down her spine, she had been fucked properly and she wanted more. The after effects of their fuck slowly ran down the inside of her thigh as she looked back toward the door. She had to go find the bathroom to get cleaned up.
