How could I have been talked into this project? The way my firm explained this situation to me: it was the greatest thing for my career since sliced bread. What I saw was the potential of a promotion. Of course that will mean more money, more perks and I can certainly use the additional cash. I agreed not realizing that the airline pilots were about to strike. To make matters worse it is two weeks before Christmas. Now, I'm sitting in a rail car looking forward to four long days of hearing the clickety clack of the wheels.

How did I get into this mess? Well I'm a troubleshooter for a large software firm in the east. They had bid on and were successful in acquiring the service contract for a one of the large firms of the Fortune 500. Unfortunately their first major problem is on the West Coast. They have a serious virus problem in one of their key hubs. Viruses are my specialties. My name is Don Parsons, fifty-one, widower. Now you are about to know the rest of the story.

I have brought along a number of recent trade publications to catch up on my reading. The firm is gracious enough to provide me with a coach with a sleeping compartment. I guess I should consider myself lucky considering the number of people that will be scrambling trying to get transportation at this time of the year. Currently I am the lone occupant. I have just started my first article when the door opens. A young girl about thirteen enters accompanied by her parents. Their conversation indicates that the young girl is going to see her grandmother for Christmas and is going to be traveling alone. Feeling that they may want some privacy with their daughter I get up to leave.

"Oh please don't leave on our account we just wanted to see Jordon off and will be leaving shortly."

"I am going down to the diner car to see if was open. I need a coffee."

With that I leave giving them time to say goodbye. I would have felt uncomfortable listening to the last-minute instructions they certainly will be giving their daughter. There are many Christmas travelers moving along the narrow corridors looking for their seats. I find the club car and do actually get a cup of coffee. Surprisingly the coffee is great. Things have changed since my last ride on a train. Twenty minutes later I feel the train begin to move. That is certainly a sign that all visitors will have disembarked.

Back at the coach the young lady is rearranging her luggage putting it on the shelves above the seats. When she stretches to reach the top I notice she has beautiful, shapely legs and a curvaceous butt. Her scent is now evident, dreamy and provocative. She is dressed in a short black pleated skirt and a white blouse against which her young developing breasts are straining.

"Hello. My name is Don, Don Parsons. It looks like we will be traveling companions for a bit. I'm going to the West Coast on business."

"Nice to meet you! My name is Jordon Raven. I'm going to the west coast as well to see my grandmother for the Christmas break. I was supposed to fly but now with the strike I have to take the train."

"Well I know what you mean, that is why I'm here. My firm had the flight booked and then the strike."

Jordon's complexion is coffee brown. She has striking brown eyes and beautiful full lips. She is a pleasure just to look at. My imagination starts working. I continue to study her. Everything about her is totally feminine. Her movements are graceful, a joy to behold. She is a very attractive young woman.

We start to talk and I learn she is actually fourteen with a birthday in two months. She has just completed her school semester successfully and is proud that she is on the honor list. Jordon hopes to be a doctor like her dad. She speaks of him in high regard. Her mother is a lawyer. Jordon doesn't appear to want for much as her clothing and jewelry attest. I assume she is a spoilt young lady but change my mind very quickly. She has a very mature attitude. She expresses concern about a number of matters in the world. I am very surprised at her grasp of many current events. We ramble on about many topics and before I know it three hours have past. It is time for dinner.

"Well Jordon, can I buy you dinner. I have really enjoyed talking with you. You made the time go so fast."

"Well I guess it would be ok since we are here together anyway. My parents are very strict as to whom I associate with. But they saw you and mentioned that you appeared to be a nice traveling companion for me. I would like to freshen up a bit."

"Okay, I will go to the dining car and get us a table. What would you like for dinner?"

"I like everything, order for both of us please."

With that I am off to the dining car. There are the usual hectic activities for the time of day. I ask a porter for a table for two. After a short wait our table is ready. The menu is very good. I hope the food is as good as described. I am really hungry. Coffee earlier this morning made up my total food intake for the day. I order accordingly. I can only hope Jordon has a large appetite.

The waiter brings a cup of coffee. When I look up, Jordon is entering the dining car. She has changed to skintight jeans and a tube top. My thoughts about her body are confirmed. Jordon is beautiful. The tube top shows much more of her breasts then the blouse and her nipples are large pointing toward me as she comes forward. She moves so gracefully. She will be a man killer when she grows up. Then I think. She is a man killer right now, even at her young age.

"Jordon you certainly look different. Not that I'm complaining."

"Well I love jeans. My mom thought I should be all dressed up to board the train. A young lady should always present herself well."

I smile at her.

"I wish I was a teenager. I certainly would make a pass at you."

"Well Don, you're not that old. You know there are a lot of young girls like myself who enjoy the company of mature men. You should hear my girl friends; you would be shocked. Actually I have been reading stories about older men and young girls."

"You have? What do you think of that?"

I wish, oh how I wish it were true. I didn't consider myself mature but I guess if you are fourteen, fifty-one is mature. My mind starts to play games. Then other body parts join in. It is a good thing we are sitting down. It could have proven embarrassing.

I am not sure where this conversation is going. I know where I would like it to go. Again it is wishful thinking. Or so I think.

"Well I find it interesting that older men would show interest in younger girls. Look at me; I don't have big breasts like some woman. I always thought that men like a full-grown woman. I'm only a 34a."

Oh, I look at those 34a's; they are so well balanced with the rest of Jordon's body. If she only knew what is going through my mind.

"Well you will find that many men enjoy the company of a younger woman; perhaps because it makes them feel younger."

"Do you like younger woman Don?"

Jordon has put me on the spot here. How will I answer that question? I study her beautiful face and all her assets.

"Well, to tell you the truth, you have an interesting personality."

Now I hope that will keep me out of trouble. It didn't.

"Why?"

Now she has me thinking. What will I say so not to make me out as a dirty old man?

"I like the way you carry yourself, your poise and your mature attitude. You certainly don't come across as a child but rather as an interesting young woman."

I hope that would satisfy her. Fortunately our food arrives.

"Are you hungry?"

Her eyes widened at the meal that is presented to us.

"You told me to order and I'm hungry. I haven't eaten much since I started this trip."

"It looks delicious and I'm a big eater."

Looking at her trim body, I wonder where she put it.

"I run for our track team at school. I usually run five miles every morning and sometimes at night."

That explains her figure and the fact she can eat everything in sight. Now reflecting on it, I realize that Jordon has a runner's well-developed legs with magnificent muscle tone. She enjoys her meal, again demonstrating truly feminine movements. She is a joy to behold. Jordon is an intoxicating person.

The meal is actually delicious. The desserts are fit for the gods, decorated with Christmas motifs. Jordon has two but I can only put one away. I look at her and wonder if she eats that hardy every day. She must burn off a lot of calories running.

As I follow Jordon back to our coach, I wonder how we are going to resolve the sleeping arrangements. Our seats were also sleeping berths. My mind is very active as I enjoy her rear view. Jordon jeans are glued to her. After getting comfortable I return to the publication I am reading.

"What is your magazine about?"

"Oh, it is a trade magazine for the industry I work for. It gives me a lot of information about new viruses."

I then go on to explain a little about my employment. Jordon follows the conversation with interest. She asks pointed questions and I enjoy the interchange with her. Outside there is a terrible thundershower. The rain pounds down. Sheets and sheets of rain slash at the outside windows of the coach.

"Well I'm glad we are not driving. That rain is so heavy I don't think I could see through it to drive."

"I had heard that we were to expect severe thunder showers today when mom and dad drove me to the station."

We watch the storm. The lightening gives us a wonderful show. The train speeds along as if nothing is happening.

"It is getting late we should turn in."

I ring for a porter to turn our beds down. We stand in the corridor and soon are advised all is in order.

"I would like to get into my nighty."

"Ok. I will leave and when you are done, yell."

I wait, wishing I were a fly on the wall as my imagination is running its course, envisioning Jordon naked. I can feel my cock getting the message. Now I have to think of something else to make sure it is not tenting when I return.

"Ok, Don, I'm done. You can come in now."

Jordon is in a white semi sheer nightie and I am sure she was naked under it. Her dark complexion stands out against the white and I think I see a slight bush between her legs. She looks radiant in the light.

"Turn your head Jordon."

She giggles and I remove my shirt and pants, and get into my berth.

"Sweet dreams Jordon."

"The same to you."

I shut out the light and listen to the storm. The click of the wheel over the tracks drones on. The storm does not appear to be letting up. It seems to be getting fiercer with very loud cracks of thunder. It now appears that we were going through a wall of water.

I drift off to sleep thinking of Jordon. I have her in my arms enjoying her young body listening to her gasp and sigh as I kiss her everywhere. My cock is standing straight ready for duty.

Then I am flying through the air as I hear the wheels squeal as the air brakes are engaged. Jordon is embedded in the back of her berth. I am in a tangled position on the floor. Struggling up I wrap my body in the blanket.

"What happened?" Jordon asks in a shaky voice.

"The train stopped for some reason. I will go and check."

As I am about to open the door, we hear a knock. Opening the door, looking ridiculous in my blanket-wrapped body, we are greeted by a porter.

"Sorry for the sudden stop but the bridge ahead has been weakened by a flash flood. We will be here till it is repaired."

"And where are we?"

"We are six miles from the next town and 30 miles away from the last town we went through. We can't go back as there is another train about 15 miles behind us stopped as we are. But there is nothing to worry about. We have food and enough fuel to keep the power on for six days. Once the storm stops the bridge can be re-enforced."

"Thank you. Did you hear all of that Jordon?"

There was a loud crack of thunder that seems to move the train. The rain was falling like a pure sheet of water. The lightening flashed in the sky like fireworks on the fourth of July. It was a super display.

"Yes, Don, I heard but I don't feel any better."

"I have a cell phone. What you might want to do is call your parents and let them know you are ok. I will try and get through for you. What is the number?"

"1-999-555-1234"

"Ok, it's ringing."

I hand the phone towards Jordon. She removes her covers and reaches for the phone. There is a strong flash of lightening. The light is so intense the semi sheer nighty of Jordon's appears even sheerer. I look at heaven. Her breasts are very evident, her nipples rigid. I assume it is from the excitement of the storm. The rest of her body is a blur as the light fades. My cock reacts with a mind of its own.

"Hello, mom; no I am all right. There has been a bad storm and the train is stopped. They told us a bridge has been weakened by a flash flood. I just wanted to let you know why I will be late. No I am using Don's cell phone. Yes he was the man you met on the train. Yes I will call and let you know when we start moving again. Love you."

Jordon returns the phone to me.

"Are you going to call anyone?"

"No. I will call in the morning. I have no one at home and my office staff won't be there till morning."

Jordon's attention is drawn to my tent that has formed.

"By the look of that you are interested in young girls."

"I am sorry. But so much has happened in such a short time."

What could I say, it is obvious it is a boner and she knows it. I sit down to try and get out of the limelight.

"We never did finish our conversation."

"Well I think we should try and get some sleep. Who knows what the morning will bring."

"I'm not tired. With all this commotion I am wide-awake. Now tell me what you find attractive about me."

Shit! Now she has me on the spot. If I tell her I want her as a woman she may think I am a really a dirty old man. It is dark enough she can't see me leering at her but then she gets up and walks over and sits beside me. She is everything I have dreamed of that I want in a woman. Her dark complexion is a magnet; her eyes appear as a pool I am drowning in. Her figure is like a model's with all the curves in all the right spots.

"Everything about you I find very appealing."

That I blurt out. Now I am tongue-tied. Here is a young girl/woman sitting beside me in her white sheer nighty. I feel uneasy but excited. Jordon leans over and kisses me softly on the lips. It takes all my will power to keep my hands to myself.

"Jordon, why did you do that?"

"Well Don, for some reason I find you very interesting and exciting to be near. I have a funny feeling running through my body."

You have a funny feeling? Don't look down or you will see what type of feeling I have for you. I sit frozen not wanting to move. I have to keep control of the situation.

Jordon hand is caressing my cheek. Her perfume and the mood of the situation are causing me to waver. I don't know how long I can hold out. Then she runs her hand down my bare chest. That doesn't make it any easier for me.

"Jordon you shouldn't be doing that. We could get into trouble. Or I least I could get into trouble. Maybe I should get dressed and go for a walk."

Jordon continues her exploring and is at the waistband of my shorts. My cock is standing at attention. Its desires are easily interpreted. I want to smother her in my arms. My cock wants to do the natural thing. Then I feel her hand caress my cock, rubbing it gently. I moaned.

"Oh, Jordon, that feels good but I don't think you should be doing it."

My mouth is saying something my body certainly doesn't agree with. My hips start to slowly hump her hand. The little witch is smiling. Jordon knows what she is doing. How long can I keep control? Whom am I trying to kid? She has control of me. Then I feel her warm hand grip my shaft. That does it.

My hands are on her breasts. Jordon is so soft and warm. Her nipples are hard. I open her nightie, lower my face and taste her. She starts to moan. Her hand is now pumping my cock.

"Jordon you have to stop. We shouldn't be doing this. You're making it hard for me to get control of myself."

Jordon stops caressing my cock. I think, good she has seen my argument. Then she is on her knees beside me and her arms are around my neck. Her lips are on mine. Her tongue pushes my lips forcing them to receive hers. Jordon does taste awesome. My mind is screaming a caution for me to stop. My body is gun-ho ignoring common sense. It is a losing battle. My hands are running up and down her back. I cup her beautiful butt cheeks. Jordon pushes her body against me.

I kiss her lips, her neck, and nibble her ear lobes. Jordon reacts with moans and groans.

"Jordon this has to stop before something happens that we will both regret."

Jordon doesn't appear to hear me or else she is ignoring my comments. Her hands are caressing me. I feel my waistband slowly going down. A warm hand is now embracing me, and then cupping my balls. My will power shrinks to zero. My hand finds the hem of Jordon's nighty and it is gone, up over her head. More lightening and the lights in the cabin are flashing off and on; Jordan's body is highlighted each time. Jordon's nipples are calling me to kiss them. Disengaging from Jordon, I am on my knees in front of her.

"Jordon, do you know what you are doing? Something is going to happen, but we can stop right now."

Her hands are now on the back of my head pulling me forward to her nipples. I am down for the count. My body takes over urged on by my sexual desires. My mouth goes from nipple to nipple kissing and sucking. Jordon responds by moaning and pulling my face hard into her breasts. She is so young and so desirable. I just close my eyes and go with the flow. I feel Jordon pushing down on my head. Her legs spread wide and she leans back in the sleeper seat. Her sexually aromas have an intoxicating effect on me. I go for the source. Although I can't see in the dark, I have an uncanny sense of direction. My target has a thin curly bush but Jordon's luv lips are soft and thick. My tongue finds her sensitive clit. I just lick and suck. Jordon's pussy juice is so abundant. I enjoy her and she is enjoying it as well as she begins to climax repeatedly.

Jordon's hand massages the back of my head. I can hear her saying, "Oh Don! Oh Don! Don't stop."

That is one thing I don't intend on doing; I am lost in her rapture. I manage to spread her love lips and push my tongue in as deep as possible. Her reaction is instantaneous. Jordon hips are moving up and down against my mouth. The liquid essence continues to flow. I do my best not to waste any. Finally Jordon is pushing my face down and away from heaven.

"Oh, Don no more. It is starting to hurt."

I kiss her love lips once more and then the inside of her thighs. There is a flash of lightening. She looks so miraculous. Jordon's love lips are so puffy, and her moist opening is reddish from use. Now I want her. My cock is erect.

"Don, that was wonderful. What can I do for you?"

"Oh Jordon, I do want you, I shouldn't but I do. See what you have done to me."

Jordon's hand is on my cock. I lean back. Jordon's head is over me. I feel her warm mouth engulf me. What a feeling as I stroke her bare back enjoying the sucking motions. The sucking and the pumping have a fast result. I am going to cum.

"Jordon if you keep that up; I will cum. You don't have to do it. You can finish me by hand."

That isn't what Jordon wanted. A renewed vigor in her actions makes me start pumping. I can feel her swallowing what seemed like minutes-worth of cum ejaculating into her mouth. My body collapses from pure satisfaction. I hadn't felt this drained in years. Jordon lifts her head and kisses me. I can taste sperm as she shoves her tongue deep into my mouth. We break.

"Who taught you to suck like that?"

"No-one! You are the first. I told you I read a lot and in the majority of the stories the girls always suck the man. I just thought it is the thing to do. I like it."

I lean over and hug her then kiss her. What a young girl. She is fourteen going on twenty-two. We snuggle. The storm continues and we finally fall asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning I feel like a cad. I took advantage of a young girl fourteen years old on her way to her grannies for Christmas. How low can a guy get?

I am surprised to see Jordon is staring at me. When she realizes I am awake she reaches up and pulls my face down and kisses me. She is still naked and is beautiful in the morning light. The storm is still raging. The rain is pummeling the car. We are startled with the porter knocks on the door.

"Breakfast is being served for another hour."

We can hear him leave and knock on the next car repeating the same words. I am in awe when Jordon stands before me naked. Her small breasts are so seductive; her body curves flow gracefully. I stare like a teenager. Jordon notices me and smiles and twirls around giving me the total effect. My cock tells her how interested it is. I have a raging hardon.

"It looks like you need some tender loving care again Don. Do you want me to suck you?"

"Jordon, nothing would make me happier then feeling you suck me but we had better get dressed and have breakfast. The dining car is going to close soon. We are going to need our strength for the rest of the trip."

Jordon leans over and I have a perfect view of her peach. The pink inner lips are showing. The outer lips are still puffy from last night's eating. I wonder if she is willing to fuck. I watch as she dresses. This morning she selects her skirt and a fresh blouse. Watching her putting on her bra does nothing for my condition. All the time while hooking her bra she is staring at me. Then she slowly pulls up her lace panties covering her peach. She encases her legs in shear nylons with a garter belt, and finally her skirt, blouse and shoes.

"I am ready Don."

Quickly opening the door to get away from temptation; we go for breakfast. While eating we hear a number of versions of what we are to expect. The storm is not expected to abate for another twenty-four hours. The server mentions to a patron at the next table that a supply car brought additional food and water as a safety measure. The fuel for heat and lights is in good supply.

"Well it looks like we will be here for another couple of days. We will have to think of something to keep busy."

"I think we both know what we will be doing Don. At least I know what I want. This is the first time I have been on my own. I am glad it is with you."

Her smile is radiant. I am surprised to feel her foot running up and down my leg and finally rubbing my still erect hard-on. Her mouth forms a kiss then she slowly puts her finger in her mouth sucking it. I get the picture. I am ready for her now.

We get through breakfast in short order. Again I follow her back to our sleeper. The porters have cleaned and made up the beds. I close the door and lock it. Jordon turns and is in my arms. This kiss is what memories are made of. She then stands in front of me.

"Undress me. I want you so much. What we did last night was wonderful. I have read all about things like that and it finally did happen to me. I want it and more. Since we are going to be here, I want to enjoy every minute of it."

Undressing Jordon is like unwrapping the best Christmas present I could ever receive. I unbuttoned her blouse, removing it. Her bra must have been fitted for her size of breasts. The lace cups are full and I can see the outline of her nipples. I kiss the exposed part of her upper breast. A small moan from Jordon encourages me to continue. As if I need any encouragement. The bra drops, exposing two of the prettiest breasts' topped with hard brown nipples. Each gets a kiss for being so appealing. I run butterfly kisses down her body and stop at her perk belly button. I flick it with my tongue and Jordon starts trembling. The clasp of her skirt is undone allowing the skirt to fall loose to the floor. She is standing before me in her lacy panties and nylons and a garter belt.

I take my time removing her nylons and garter belt. My prize is within my grasp, covered with her panties, which now have a noticeable damp area at the crotch. She is as excited as I am. I lower her panties and have her sit down as I slide them off each foot. She is now naked and she is so appealing.

"What do you want to do Jordon?"

"I want you to make love to me like in the books' Don. I want you to put your thing in me and make me feel like a heroine."

My cock is all for that. My wants are clear but my conscience is telling me that it is not right for me to have sex with a fourteen-year-old. Isn't it odd how your conscience can be convinced that it is okay to have sex because the rest of your body is just screaming for relief? I quickly undress, releasing my raging hard-on. Like a smart bomb it targets Jordon's beautiful set of luv lips. I lay Jordon on the seat with her legs spread. Her eyes are open watching every move. She looks so vulnerable. There are jewels of mist forming on her luv lips. She is likely as excited and as scared as I am. Kneeling before her I start kissing her thighs and slowly work my way to her young brown peach. Her peach is spread, showing the deep red interior. I kiss her and taste her moisture mixed with the slight taste of her pee.

Jordon's body is trembling and her hips are pushing against my face. Her well-muscled legs move me back but I continue to lick. My hands cup her bum cheeks and steady her. My finger runs over her tight ass hole. She shutters with a strong climax. Her love juice flows freely.

"Don, that feels so good. But I want you to put your thing in me now."

"You really want to go through with this?"

"Yes, as many times as we can. I want to experience everything a woman would with a man. We don't have anything else to do, do we?"

Outside the rain continues. The thunder and lightening have stopped but the torrents of rain continue. The only good thing about that sound is that when Jordon cums she gets a bit loud.

"How would you like to do it Jordon?"

"With me on the bottom like in the books, can you get your thing in me?"

"I am sure I can. I want you too. I never thought I would ever be interested in someone so young. You are a witch."

Jordon smiles as she positions her body to be fucked. I move with my spear aimed at her small moist opening. The bulb head is touching her. I feel her raise her hips and push against me. I lower my body slowly, her hymen gives way and we both watch as my cock starts its journey deep inside of her.

Jordon gasps, as more of me enters her but she continues to push against me her eyes now closed. My complete shaft is engulfed. I haven't felt this excited in many months. Nothing I have done in the past measures up to this young lady. Jordon's eyes open as I slowly thrust in and out.

"Don, it really does feel good. I wasn't sure when you started that I could get all of you in me. I feel so full."

My feelings are building up. I know I have to cum soon. I try my damndest to hold off, it my goal to have her have her first vaginal cum. Her eyes are bright as I continue to pump. She is returning thrust for thrust. I can see moisture forming on her face as we continue this exertion. Finally I am at the brink for the last time and a torrid of cum is pummeling deep inside her. I never thought I had that much cum in me. Jordon has her hips pushed hard against me. Her body is quivering. I feel totally exhausted as I support my body.

"Did you cum Jordon?"

She looks at me smiling. Her voice is raspy.

"Yes. I never felt anything like that before; even when you licked me. We have to do that again."

'Not for a while' is going through my mind. It is only ten in the morning and I feel like I need a week of sleep. My cock slips out of its home all withered and covered with cum with a reddish tinge. Her pussy stays stretched open and I watch as blogs of cum slowly seep from her. I go to the small bathroom and clean off my cock. I return with two dampened face clothes to clean Jordon's pussy. When I am done, I can help but admire the fact her young cunt was able to accept my seven inches. I lower my face and kiss her swollen luv lips. There is a slight taste a trace of cum. Her hands are on the back of my head pulling me up to her face. We kiss; her tongue enters my mouth giving me an opportunity to taste more of her.

"Don, when can we do it again? I know there must be more ways of fucking. I can't describe the way I feel. I didn't bleed. You are my first."