Valkyrie on My Train
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 4: Rocklin in the Free World
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4: Rocklin in the Free World - Valerie sits down beside early-retired lawyer Barry on a commuter train. Blonde, blue-eyed, tall, and very chesty, Val has his full attention. She doesn't mind him staring; she's used to it. Both in their 40s, he learns Val is an actress, playing the role of a valkyrie, a legendary German warrior. When he reveals his private backyard pool, she's tempted. As it happens, off the train she is out of options, and he's ready to step in and offer his place to swim and stay.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Big Breasts Nudism Illustrated
“Wow, Barry, I’ve never tasted sauce like that.”
“Yeah, in the past I’ve brought home a few bottles for the house. It’s North Carolina style; it’s less sweet and lighter, using vinegar instead of, ick, ketchup. You’re feeling full, I take it.”
“Yes, certainly. Is this the closest supermarket?”
“Yeah. You can sit in the cart, and I’ll push you.”
Her smiles were coming easier now. We picked up eggs, turkey sausage, butter, and sliced bread for toast.
Close to sunset, the surrounding landscape was bathed in warm light. Val watched me push a button clipped to my visor that opened my gate. While we wound up my curving driveway, her head was on a swivel.
“This is all your property?”
“It is. I try to keep it all natural-looking, with the original trees and grasses. Some of my neighbors plant green lawns, which use a lot of water and need frequent mowing. With all the humps and dips, driving a mower around is impractical. I do keep the vegetation controlled around the house for fire safety. Now you can see my house. What do you think?”
I must admit, I have a lot of pride in my house. It’s styled like a Mexican ranch house, with a red tile roof and thick concrete (not adobe) walls.
“It’s lovely and impressive, Barry. It looks big for just one guy. Are the walls thick like that for insulation?”
“Exactly. It can get hot here, like over 100° and also below freezing. Once in a while, we even get a little dusting of snow. I’ll give you a tour after we put away the groceries.”
A few minutes later, I showed her the guest bedroom.
“I’ll go get your things out of the car so you can keep them in here. As far as I’m concerned, you can stay as long as you like ... Val, your smile is gone, and you’re sniffling again. Why?”
“I’m all messed up. I’m thrilled and speechless that you would take me in like this, after only six hours together. It’s never happened to me. I’ve been living in poverty for so many years, and suddenly I’m staying here in this rural mansion indefinitely. Don’t imagine that I’m not delighted and grateful.
“And yet, I’m also sad and frustrated. I thought, I hoped, that I would be in YOUR bed tonight, not this one, even though it looks nice and comfortable. (Sniff.)”
“You misunderstand me. This room is for your things, not for yourself. I don’t mean to pressure you; you’re free to choose where you sleep.”
“I don’t understand. You’re housing me, feeding me, and I don’t have to put out?”
“Exactly.”
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