Chapter 2

I had an hour to wait for my connecting train so I walked around the depot, grabbing a snack from the kiosk and waited for my train. When it was time, I boarded the train and I noticed the train had more younger passengers this time. This train was a bit more crowded this time, but still not bad. I found my cabin and set my things up again.

This leg of my trip would take me from Seattle down the coast to Los Angeles. It would be a very scenic trip and I was looking forward to writing some great things about it. My trip so far had been memorable to be sure, but not in a way I could really write a published article about!

So I was really hoping to get some quality writing time in on this leg of the trip. Once settled into my cabin, I again walked into one of the main passenger cars and began interviewing some of the passengers on what they thought of today’s railroad.

I talked with a businessman who was taking the train because all the airline flights were full. I talked with a husband and wife with two young kids who wanted their kids to enjoy a train trip as a part of their vacation. And I talked to a young newlywed couple using the train as their honeymoon.

Each had a different reason for choosing the train. And each had a different story to tell. I gathered their thoughts and insights and made my notes. The article was coming together pretty well. I could see where I wanted to take the article and things were fitting in nicely. My editor would be pleased!

Once I had written down the information from the interviews I would use in the article, I decided to take the camera around and get some pictures to accompany the article. I want to take pictures of the train cars, the scenery, and some of the train personnel.

By the time I got a good set of pictures and was happy with what I was going to do with them, it was dinnertime. I went into the dining car with my camera and notepad and sat down to dinner.

The train food was pretty good, although a bit too high-brow for my own tastes. I sat and ate dinner observing others around me and taking notes. Just as I finished dinner, a young female voice behind me spoke up.

“Excuse me, but I noticed you taking pictures and writing down your notes. Are you a photographer?” I turned to see two young women standing behind my right shoulder a couple steps. I re-adjusted my seat to face them better.

“Well, I’m actually a writer, but I take pictures to accompany my articles,” I explained, “Would you two girls like to sit down?”

“Thank you,” she said and the girls joined me.

“Oh I see,” said one of the girls, “That sounds very interesting. What kind of an article are you working on now?”

“It is going to be on the modern day railroad and how it has survived in the age of the airplane and automobile. I am interviewing passengers here on why they took the train as opposed to other, more familiar, types of transportation,” I told the girls.

“That is totally cool,” she said.

“Well, it’s coming together. It still needs some work and a few more interviews to finish it up,” I said.

“Would you like to interview us?” she asked, the sparkle in her eyes rivaling the flash of her bright smile. Her accomplice was equally keen on the idea of having her opinion added to the article.

“Sure girls, I can always use a couple more interviews,” I said, “Where would you like to do the interview?”

The girls looked at each other for a moment and then the one that first spoke up said, “We could go back to your car, if you are okay with that.”

Okay with that? Me in a cabin alone with two very beautiful, very sexy young girls? Why would I NOT be okay with that! “Sure, give me about ten minutes to get things ready and I will meet you there.” I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “I am in two cars back from here in Cabin C,” I said.

“Okay we’ll be there. My name is Terri and this Becky.” she said.

“My name is Jim. It’s nice to meet you girls,” I said reaching across the table to shake the girls hands.

So once the introductions were made the girls left for their cabin and I for mine. The magazine had decided I needed to experience different room configurations while on my trip and I was fortunate on this leg of my trip to have gotten what the rail lines called a “Superliner Bedroom”.

Unlike my first cabin on the Chicago to Seattle trip, this one was designed for two or three people with a bunk bed which the top twin-size bunk folded up next to the wall when not needed, and the bottom full-size bed folded into two comfortable seats. It had a private toilet/shower combo and a small desk as well.

I straightened up the place a bit for my expected guests and before long I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in, ladies,” I said. The girls came in and I offered them a seat. “I hope you don’t mind, but after you left, I asked the bartender what you girls were drinking. I ordered us all a drink, I thought it might make the interview a bit more comfortable.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” Terri said.

“Terri, I believe you were drinking a White Russian. Becky, you had a Slow Gin Fizz, correct?”

“That’s right, thank you,” she said. We sat there enjoying our drink and talking. I told them about the article I was writing and the direction I was going with it. I let them read some of the other interviews I had conducted so they would have an idea of what I was after. I hadn’t used any names in the article so there was no worry there. They seemed pretty open to the idea, so I wouldn’t have to worry about coaxing information from them.

Terri and Becky, it turned out were a couple college girls on their way back to UCLA. Becky was a Journalism major while Terri was going for a degree in Business Management. They had been up in Seattle visiting friends during a break in school and now they were headed back.

I began by asking them questions about why they chose to travel by train. I mean they could have stayed an extra day in Seattle if they had decided to fly back to Los Angeles. They told me that they couldn’t have gone if they flew, the tickets would have been too expensive. Plus they got to see a part of the countryside that they normally wouldn’t have seen. These were two fairly common themes among my interviews.

Becky and Terri were very easy to interview. We talked and laughed and they were really open and helpful. It was an enjoyable time but like all good times, it was bound to end.

“Okay girls,” I said as the interview ended, “I think that should do it. Thanks for the interview. It was fun.”

“Well ... the fun doesn’t HAVE to be over,” Terri said, with a mischievous smile.

“What do you mean?” I said, hoping I was catching the meaning of her innuendo correctly.

Becky and Terri came up next to me. Terri began rubbing her hand over my chest, while Becky checked out things a little lower. She found that my cock was already starting to swell as the girls fawned over me.

“Mmmm ... looks like somebody is ready for a little fun,” Becky said. Apparently she wasn’t as shy and reserved as I first thought!

The girls pushed me back onto my desk chair, and then proceeded to give me a little show as they danced and gyrated while slowly doing a striptease, each girl undressing the other for me. As I sat there watching the two girls, Becky took the initiative and began unbuttoning Terri’s white blouse. She pulled it off her shoulders and then tossed it over in the corner of the room. Terri then returned the favor with Becky’s pink top.

Terri continued undressing Becky, moving around behind her and unfastening her lacy pink bra and pulling it apart, giving me an unhindered view of her delicious young breasts. Terri took them in her hands and caressed them, as Becky laid her head back on her girlfriend’s shoulder and softly moaned her pleasure.

I began unconsciously rubbing my crotch as I watched the girls perform for me. Becky, getting more aroused as she watched me watch her, turned to Terri and wrapped her arms around her friend’s neck and the two began kissing deep and passionately. I heard moans coming from the couple but I couldn’t tell from which one. Not that it mattered, they were both getting very turned on.

Becky unfastened Terri’s bra and as it fell to the floor, she leaned in and began licking and sucking on Terri’s firm young breasts and teasing her erect nipples. Terri moaned loudly and grabbed the back of her girlfriends head pulling her into her breast. As Becky licked and sucked on the fleshy mound, Terri reached under and began playing with Becky’s stiff nipple in return, pinching and tugging on it and causing Becky to moan as well.

“Come over here girls and let me have a turn,” I said, standing up. Terri and Becky stopped what they were doing and with big sparkling smiles, they both walked over seductively to me. I reached around and grabbed both girls by the hair on the back of their heads and pulled their heads back, kissing each girl hard on her lips and shoving my tongue deep into their mouths. The girls each accepted my tongue and sucked on it as it explored their mouths and danced with their own tongues.

I turned the two girls back to back and sideways to me. Still in their skirts but topless now, I sat back down in my chair as I let my hands slide slowly up their soft, silky legs. The girls moaned as they felt my hands moving up their legs and as I slipped under their skirts they gasped in unison.

I stopped for a second just under the hem of their skirts and I heard them both groan in disappointment. I resumed the climb and as I got close to their steaming young pussies, I felt the heat coming from them both.

“You girls must be horny ... I can feel the heat from your pussies already! And I haven’t even touched you yet,” I said in a low growl.

“Yesss,” Terri sighed. I began rubbing the two damp mounds through their silky panties. Each girl opened their legs to allow me access to them and their moans took on a noticeable new excitement. I traced my fingers around each girls puffy pussy lips then down the slit between them. I rubbed over their clits and then rubbed the flats of all four fingertips over their pussy lips.