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From: Rod OSteele <rdosteele@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} California Zephyr, 3 of 3 (Mf 1st) {Rod O'Steele}
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Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 18:10:04 -0400
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WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes.  This story depicts consensual sexual
activity
between men and women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in

the story may be under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about
sex please do not read this.





   California Zephyr



   DAY 3



   I woke Chloe with a kiss.  The soft morning light was coming in the
window.  She opened her eyes and smiled.  "How about some breakfast?" I
asked.



   "Okay," she responded.



   We had slept through Utah and were crossing Nevada.  A light snow was
falling outside when we sat down in the dining car for breakfast.  Chloe
sat across from me and I noticed a look in her eyes - a look that said
love. It made me worry.  She couldn't fall in love with an old guy like me,
for a hundred reasons.  Chloe didn't notice and we happily talked through
breakfast.



   After breakfast we headed back to our room.  Inside, Chloe turned to me,
"There's nothing to see in Nevada is there?"



   "Not really," I agreed.



   "Could we..." she said looking up at me.



   It didn't take a genius to figure out what.  "You're not sore?" I asked.



   "No," she said, her face full of desire.



   There was no need of any answer except one.  I pulled her to me and
kissed her.  Our clothes were quickly scattered over the floor.  I pulled
Chloe on top of me in the bed still kissing her.  My cock was between us as
she straddled my hips.  I hunched up pressing my cock against her pussy. 
Chloe moaned.  We kissed and pressed against each other, inciting each
other to higher levels of desire.  Her pussy quickly was swamped with her
desire.  I felt the heat of her over my cock.



   I looked into Chloe's face, a mask of desire.  "Sweetheart," I said
quietly.



   "Um," she responded still humping herself on my cock.



   "Sit up," I said.



   "Huh?"



   "Sit up," I told her again.  She did.  "Now, hold my cock up and sit on
it."



   Recognition filled her face, then a smile and the desire.  She grabbed
my cock, wet with her arousal, and slid it between her labia.  She moaned
as she settled over it, forcing it up into her tight channel.  In one long
slow descent, Chloe forced my cock all of the way into her pussy, grinding
down onto me.  "Oh God," she said.  "So full."



   "Fuck me, sweetie," I said.



   She opened her eyes, a little surprised.  Then she realized that she was
in control.  It was the opposite of the previous night.  Chloe smiled,
leaned forward resting her hands on my chest and began lifting her hips and
pushing back down.  "Um, this is different."



   "Try different angles," I said.



   She leaned back, then forward, while continuing to fuck her pussy on my
cock.  She came back to the first position.  "I think I like this best,"
she said.  I started rotating my hips under her as we fucked, bringing
extra stimulation to her clitoris.  "Yes," she moaned.



   Chloe was covered with a light sheen from the exertion.  I grabbed her
hips and urged her on.  She picked up steam as I started fucking up into
her as she came down, our hips slapping together on every stroke.  I was
getting close and hoped she was too.  Her tight pussy was grasping and
milking my cock.  I wanted to cum.  Chloe eyes closed; her mouth was open
as unintelligible sounds emerged from her.  I felt the first spasm of her
climax as she moaned.  It pushed me over the edge.  I felt the cum burst
upwards from my balls, jetting, blast after blast, from my cock and into
her.



   Chloe fell over me, moaning.  I held her gently petting her back as my
cock slowly shriveled.  `That was a hell of a fuck,' I thought.



   We lay in the bunk afterwards talking quietly, as lovers do, about
nothing at all.  There was a knock on the door.  "Just a minute," I yelled.
"Oops.  I bet the steward wants to clean the room.  We better get dressed,"
I said.



   We cleaned up and dressed, grabbed the cards and headed up to the
observation car.  I asked Chloe if she was interested in cards and she
shrugged so we grabbed two swivel chairs.  There wasn't a lot of
interesting scenery, to say the least.  Chloe snuggled next to me, content
to lean against me.  I was a little uncomfortable with this.  I got a few
looks, especially from middle-aged women.  I guess that is understandable.
After all, most of them are completely insecure about younger women
stealing their husbands.  Based on the way they have taken care of
themselves, allowing themselves to become unkempt behemoths in stretch
pants, such fears are not without reason.



   I again started worrying about Chloe falling for me.  I didn't want to
hurt her and there was no way in the world we could continue once we
returned to California.  Her mother would be like a hawk watching her after
the earlier incident.



   We started seeing signs of humans again.  We rolled into Reno right
before lunch.  The train goes right by the casinos in Reno.  The stop is
hardly a station at all.  The train stops in the middle of the city, people
climb on, and off you go.  Some people got off but a whole lot got on,
returning from a gambling trip and heading home.  Most had bleary eyes from
staring at the slots all night long.



   Lunch was served right after Reno.  We started climbing into the Sierra
and soon were in the snow covered mountains.  It was a winter wonderland,
the firs and pines covered with new snow, occasionally the train would
cause a branch to drop it's load of snow creating white falls of snow,
rocks jutting up through the carpet of clean white snow, but all of the
edges blurred by the white carpet covering all else.



   We finished lunch and wandered back up to the observation car.  We
managed to find two seats together.  Again, she turned down cards.  She
snuggled against me.  I wanted so much to talk but there were too many
people.  We watched the mountains.  As incredible as the Rockies had been
the Sierra was even more stunning.  The hours rolled by quickly as the
scenery never let you go.



   Two hours later we were below the snow line and into the foothills. 
Chloe looked up at me a sad little moue on her face.  "What?" I asked.



   "We'll be home soon," she said.



   I looked around the car, still too many people for our talk.  I stood,
"C'mon."



   Chloe took my hand and followed me back to our room.  Inside, I sat by
the window and said, "We need to talk."



   The pout deepened.  "About what?'



   "Us," I said.  "Why are you sad?"



   "Because we are almost to Sacramento," she said.



   "What we had was very beautiful," I told her.  "Don't lose that by being
sad."



   "I'm not losing it.  I'm just sad that we aren't going to see each other
anymore," she said.



   "Then let's just enjoy what we had and not worry about what might have
been.  That was the most beautiful night I've ever had even though it was a
cramped little bunk," I said.



   Chloe laughed.  "It was kind of crowded," she said.



   "It was.  It's nice to see you smile," I said.



   "I know," she said.  "I'll miss you."



   "I'll miss you too.  It will work out with your step-dad," I said.



   "I'm not worried about that.  You scratched my itch," she said making us
both laugh.  "It's just who's going to scratch the itch next time?" her
voice tinged with desire.



   "I don't know," I said quietly, sad because I knew it wouldn't be me.



   I leaned over to pull her to me and hugged her.



   "I love you," she said quietly.



   I pulled back so I could see her face.  A small tear rolled down her
cheek.  She had fallen, and hard.  I did the only thing I could do.  I
kissed her, hard.  She kissed me back just as passionately.  We still had
two hours before Sacramento.  I pulled her over to the bunk and slowly
started removing her clothes.  She looked into my eyes with desire.



   The clothes were scattered on the floor when I pulled Chloe into the bed
on top of me.  We kissed and I played with her nipples.  She was rubbing
against me, her pussy sliding over my cock.  I felt the heat of her, then
the wetness of her.  On one of her slides up I hunched my hips just a
little, freeing my cock which bounced up.  As she pushed back, my cock was
there.  She felt it pressing into her pussy.  With a moan she reached back
and centered it, then pushed back again sliding it into her grasping pussy.
Chloe moaned as she bottomed out rubbing against me.



   "Oh God," she said.  "That is so intense."



   Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feelings generated where
my cock and her pussy met.  I held her hips, guiding her in different
motions and rhythms.  She was getting it, the changes made each one even
more intense.



   Chloe's face was full of desire and lust as she held my eye, fucking me
and telling me with those shiny eyes that she loved it.  I leaned forward
and sucked on her nipples bringing a moan to her lips.  Her hips bounced
harder on me, quicker and stronger.  She fucked me hard, bouncing the bunk
and I wondered if she might snap the chains holding it up.



   Her pussy was hot and wet, and her juice was puddling around my cock,
soaking me.  I felt ripples in her, grasping my cock, massaging it as she
threw back her head and moaned.  Those ripples drew out my cum, blasting
away into her, filling her up to run back out and join her cream flooding
out of her and onto me.  Chloe froze, her body taut like a stretched
string, she vibrated and hunched, once, twice, thrice against me.  Then, as
though all of the strength left her, she fell forward, drained.



   I felt a last little shudder as my cock began wilting in the heat of her
pussy.  I put my arms around her and held her, aware how few minutes
remained of our trip together.



   *****



   I looked out the window of the cabin and saw buildings.  I knew we were
heading into Sacramento.  "Chloe, we have to get ready.  We're almost
there.



   She looked out the window.  "How long?"



   "I'm not sure, but not long.  Unless you want to meet your Mom in you
skin we better hurry," I said.



   We both jumped up and started cleaning up, Chloe in the shower and me at
the sink.  We scrambled around getting dressed and making sure everything
was packed.  I helped her get her bags out of the cabin and downstairs to
the door.



   I looked out the window and saw that we were crossing the river just as
the conductor announced Sacramento.  Chloe grabbed me and held me tight,
her face buried in my chest.  I hugged her.  There was nothing to say.



   We were pulling into the station and the train was slowing.  Chloe
looked up at me, "I left you a surprise."



   "Really?" I asked.



   "Yes."



   "What is it?" I asked.



   "You'll just have to see," she said.  "Promise me you'll use it.  You
have to promise."



   I had no idea what she meant but of course I was going to promise.  "I
promise."



   "Do you keep your promises?" she asked.  I nodded.  She hugged me tight,
"Good."



   The train had stopped and the doors opened.  She grabbed her bags, gave
me a last look, and headed out.  I saw two people, a man and woman, waving.
Chloe waved back.  I ran up to the observation car.  They were still there
hugging and talking.  The man picked up her bags and started off for the
parking lot.  I saw Chloe look back.  I waved.  It caught her eye and I saw
her smile and wave.  She turned and followed the woman, who was dabbing at
her eyes with a hankie, talking gaily.



   The train pulled out a few minutes later.  I sat in the observation car
in a funk.  It turned out to be a very lonely ride thinking about what
could have been.  If she'd only been older.  Woulda, coulda, shoulda.



   As the train approached Oakland, I went down to my cabin and grabbed my
bag from the closet.  As I pulled it out a piece of paper flew off and
settled on the floor.  I set the bag down and picked up the paper.  I
unfolded it and in lovely feminine handwriting it said,



   I hope you'll use this.  I don't want it to end.  There has to be a way.




   Love,



   Chloe.



   p.s.  I hope next time we make love it isn't in a crowded little bunk,
maybe your bed?



   Below that was a phone number and appended were the words, "My private
cell number."



   When could she have put it there?  It must have been when I carried her
case downstairs.  That was the only time she was alone in the cabin.



   I carefully folded the note and put it in my pocket.  Now I understood
why she made me promise to use her surprise.  Yes, where there's a will,
there's a way.



   I certainly had nothing holding me.  Maybe I'd rent an apartment in
Sacramento, one with a nice big bed.  A bed big enough for all sorts of
things.  I could find someplace near her high school.  We could meet
everyday for a couple hours.  Chloe, I'll honor your request.  You deserve
a chance to experience passion in a comfortable bed, long lingering hours
of passion.





















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