Barely conscious. 3 AM, or that's what my bleary eyes said about the glowing big hand and little hand on my watch. I'd been sleeping for the last couple of hours as the train sped through the northern reaches of the Midwest taking several hundred of us from Chicago to points east. In my case, back to New York after a conference. Hours of talk and then the rush to make the Lakeshore Limited.

I enjoy riding trains and if I'd had my wits about me when I planned this trip I would have booked a sleeping compartment instead of ending up scrunched up in a regular seat. At least there was no one sitting next to me. The people in front departed somewhere in Indiana and the kid behind me who had been jumping around since we left had completely worn himself and his mother out. Just me and that young couple right across from me. Not a very crowded train, really.

I moved my head around to check out the young couple. In the dim light I could see they haven't worn themselves into slumber, they're clearly making out now that everyone else is asleep.

Him, in jeans and t-shirt, 18 or 19, longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings, moderately well muscled. She's wearing one of those long but somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a t-shirt, some leather necklaces, a Bjoran ear ring mostly out of sight in her long dark hair. A couple of Dead Heads, actually, going back to somewhere in western New York after seeing "the show" in some suburb of Chicago. I'd talked with them as we boarded the train and came to the conclusion that she (Emily - prevet student at Cornell) was the brains of this couple while cute Rob (not clear what he does) sort of tags along.

What Rob does do, at least right now, is lick, kiss and nibble Emily's neck while his hand is out of sight up her dress. The dress is mostly scrunched up her smooth, slightly furry thighs, one of which is airborne with a foot wedged against the seat in front of them. She moans softly as his arm moves, suggesting the slow finger-fucking she is receiving. Her hips move slowly against his hand, and although I can only make out part of it, I'm pretty sure she is whispering instructions into his ear about using his thumb to rub her clit while his middle finger probes her wet vagina. Rob moved his free hand to her chest, pushing her t-shirt up to her shoulders and then moving his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking each nipple in turn. Emily makes muffled whimpering noises as she squirms against and under him even more. A hand grabs and rubs his back, another slides through his hair, then on to the back of his neck, kneading and squeezing.

Rob's hand is moving more insistently now, and he appears to have located Emily's g-spot as her level of pleasure appears to have clicked up a notch. She seems to be trying not to make too much noise, but the sounds she makes and the number of things she murmurs, moans, grunts and whimpers suggest that under more private circumstances she'd be pretty noisy. Even so, I can hear her whisper to Rob, "C'mon baby, that's it ... just like that ... right there, don't move ... just like that sweet baby ... you're gonna make me come if you keep doing that ... just like that ... just like ... oh, now, bite it now!"

Rob's teeth clench her left nipple, Emily's back arches, her legs shiver and convulse and very heated, very desperate and very irresistible groans catch in her throat and then slip from her mouth. She continued to come for more than a minute until she reached down to take Rob's hand out of her and kissed him deeply. They cuddled and squirmed for several minutes, during which I heard Emily laugh and say, "Hey, I told you it was there, you just had to find it."

She moved him into a slouched sitting position on the seats and slid down between his legs. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and the sound of denim against skin as they slid his pants off. He was already hard, which led to a momentary pause in getting his pants past his hardon. Emily knelt between his legs, picking a couple of stray pubic hairs off his cock before she began to slowly lick it. Long, slow licks from the base to the tip, underneath and on the sides.

Rob let his head slide back but occasionally glanced down to watch. For her part, Emily kept an eye on him, enjoying her ability to turn him to oatmeal. She moved up slightly, took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him. She didn't waste any time, sucking him slowly but deliberately, hands and mouth, her eyes locked onto his. Before long she was making the slurping and smacking sounds that can only come from great head. He was whimpering and squirming and even after the first few minutes it looked like he wasn't likely to last very long. She was leaning against him using the same arm whose hand was stroking his cock. Her other hand had disappeared beneath her, to finger her still moist pussy.