Uncle Joe had arranged a sleeper for Vanessa’s visit. She’d never ridden the train before. Too bad most of the journey is at night, for the scenery was fascinating and beautiful, but now all is dark. A porter has made up Vanessa’s bed, and she has removed her clothing and settled under the comforter. The rhythmic rocking of the compartment is soothing, in a way, but also arousing, and Vanessa can’t quite fall asleep. Without much thinking about it, her hand steals down her belly toward the downy thicket, the moist slot, the pebble-hard clit. Vanessa intends to use only the fourth and fifth fingers for her masturbation – it would take longer that way, but it would be worth it.

Suddenly the train slashes through a station, and bright lights blast into the compartment. A few seconds later, in darkness again, Vanessa wonders if someone standing on the platform would have been able to see her. Probably not. Still, the idea of it adds to her arousal, and the moment her middle finger touches her clitoris, she comes.

Toward Dawn

As the train rattles through the night, Vanessa finally falls asleep, albeit fitfully. Sometime toward dawn, the cute boy she’d passed while walking through coach yesterday slips into her compartment. I’m dreaming him, Vanessa thinks. The boy kneels on the bed. Gently he removes the coverlet from Vanessa’s legs. Gently he caresses Vanessa’s thighs. She lets her legs slide apart.

“Lick her pussy now,” says the girl who had been sitting next to the boy. Her voice is the same as Vanessa’s.

The boy obeys the voice. His lips nuzzle Vanessa’s sex lips. His tongue parts the puffy flesh.

“She’s wet, isn’t she?” the girl asks. “I can practically hear how wet and juicy she is. Stick your tongue in her fuck hole.”

Vanessa shivers at the idea of penetration.

“Push it in,” the girl says. “Fuck her cunt with your tongue.”

Vanessa lets her legs slide further apart. She lifts them.

“Oh, she wants her asshole licked,” the girl says. “Look how hot it is? Like it’s on fire. What a naughty slut she is. Lick her asshole and make her come.”

Vanessa squeezes her eyes tight as orgasm thrashes through her body, obliterating the dream. She turns to her tummy and buries her face in the pillow.

“Good girl,” the voice says. “Sweet dreams.”

Dining Out, Dining In

Vanessa wakes up amazingly refreshed. She stretches into the bright light of morning. Almost immediately there is a tap at the door. She yanks the sheet over her chest.

“Who is it?”

“Porter, Miss. Make up the bed?”

“Oh. Just a second, please.”

Vanessa scrambles into yesterday’s sundress. She grabs her purse from the shelf near the window. Turning back to the door, she notices a sizeable wet spot on the sheet.

“I could come back, Miss,” the porter says through the closed door.

“No, it won’t be a second,” Vanessa answers. She bundles the sheet as tightly as she can. Turns it and presses it onto the bed. Glancing back as she slides the door open, she sees the sheet unfolding like a flower opening to sunshine.

“You might want to be getting breakfast,” the porter suggests. “Mighty good pancakes and eggs they make. Steak too if you like. I won’t be a minute here.”

“Yes, I’ll do that,” Vanessa says. Out in the corridor she realizes she forgot to put on her shoes. She forgot to put her diary in her purse. She forgot to brush her hair or teeth. Bravely she walks through the train toward the dining car. She intends to stop at the first restroom, but she finds it is occupied.

In the next coach down, she passes the cute boy. He looks to be asleep. Good, Vanessa thinks, he won’t see my messy hair. Asleep next to him, her head on his shoulder, is a dark-haired girl – very short hair. Pretty though, thinks Vanessa, Maybe she is his sister. Vanessa hurries into the lavatory at the end of the car, unbraids her hair and brushes it thoroughly, has a long pee, washes her hands and face, and brushes her hair again. There.

In the dining car they seat her across from a middle-aged couple. “Is this your first train trip, dear?” the woman asks. She nods. She wonders if there was something she’d failed to do, or something she’d done that she shouldn’t have that proclaims her inexperience. “I’m visiting my uncle,” she tells them.

“That’s nice,” the woman says. Then the woman tells her husband to stop looking at the newspaper.

“Sorry,” he says, “it’s yesterday’s anyway.” He folds the paper and lays it on the table. It unfolds. A waiter sets plates of eggs before the man and the woman. “Could you bring me some pepper?” the man asks.

“Harold won’t eat his eggs without pepper,” the woman says.

“Have you decided, Miss,” the waiter asks.

“The pancakes?” she says. “And orange juice if that’s all right.”

The man, Harold, is busy shoveling eggs into his mouth. He has finished them before the waiter returns with a peppermill and Vanessa’s orange juice. “What say another batch?” the man says to the waiter.

“Yes sir, coming right up,” the waiter says. “And your pancakes should be ready shortly, Miss.”

The man, Harold, says, “Good thing you ordered a short stack.”

His wife says, “Oh, Harold.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” says the woman. “Read your paper.”

“It’s yesterday’s,” the man says, but he picks up the paper.

Vanessa sips her orange juice. It is cold and good. A few minutes later the waiter arrives with Vanessa’s pancakes and Harold’s eggs. He sets a crystal butter dish on the table, followed by a silver pot of maple syrup, and a tall glass of milk. Steam rises from the pancakes.

“You must be very excited, dear,” the woman says.

“I am,” Vanessa answers as she slices a pat of butter. A flash of her dream blossoms in her head. The cute boy’s girlfriend telling him to lick her fuck hole. Vanessa’s arm trembles and the pat of butter slides off the knife onto the table.

“Oh dear,” the woman says.

Vanessa isn’t sure what to do. The butter sits there. Vanessa tries to pick it up with her napkin, resulting in a smear upon linen.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa says.

“It happens to all of us, doesn’t it Harold?”

“What?” Harold answers. “What’s that?”

“Never mind,” says his wife.

Vanessa slices another section of butter and this time manages to get it onto her pancakes without mishap. It melts quickly, reminding Vanessa of the wet spot on her sheet. She blushes.

“That looks delicious,” the woman says. “Doesn’t that look delicious, Harold?” Harold grunts. Vanessa pours maple syrup onto the buttered pancakes. She glances up. The woman is watching her, her lips parted. Vanessa slices the pancakes with her knife. She is almost afraid to fork a piece. It might slip off onto the table or onto her sundress. “I’m not really very hungry,” she says. “Please excuse me.” She slides from the banquette and hurries through the dining car. She is in the next car before she remembers that she hasn’t left anything for the waiter. She turns around and is halfway back through the dining car when she notices that the woman is eating her pancakes. The woman looks up, her mouth half open. Vanessa turns around and hurries through the cars to her compartment, barely noticing that the train has begun to cross a wide river.

At her compartment, she slides open the door. She stops short. The cute boy is there. And kneeling in front of him, the girl with short black hair.

“What ... What are you doing here?” Vanessa asks.

In a voice identical to Vanessa’s, the girl says, “I’m giving my boyfriend a blowjob. Would you like to help?”

The Longest Strand of Precum Ever

“I don’t think...” Vanessa starts to say.

“Please come in and shut the door,” the dark-haired girl says. She has cat-green eyes and an alluring smile. She wipes something from her lips. “Wow,” she says, “that was the longest strand of pre-cum ever. Would you like a taste?”

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” Vanessa says.

“Don’t be shy,” the girl says. “Peter’s precum is very tasty. Like liquid sunlight. Come here. I’ll show you how to do it.”

The Girl with Vanessa’s Voice Teaches Her Blowjob Basics

“Have you ever given a boy a blowjob before? No? Close the door. Come closer. Don’t be shy. I’ll show you.

“First of all, the important thing is to have fun. And to be imaginative. Also you want to be comfortable. Like now, for instance, a soft carpet is nice for my knees, but leaving my pants on also helps.