This,
unlike many stories that appear in the genre of adult erotica,
is a very true story. The story begins in the mid-70's. I had
just completed high school and was offered a summer job in
Montreal
at a newspaper. Since I had planned on being a journalist, the
offer was quickly accepted. So, that puts me in Montreal. By
mid summer, my girlfriend of 2 years was getting a little
antsy over my prolonged absence; and, I must confess my
silence. I arranged to go back down to Windsor by train and
since I worked until 5, had to book on the "milk run" that
passed through Ottawa and every little whistle-stop along the
way. The train was surprisingly empty for a Friday night and
the coach in which I rode had only three couples in it. When
we arrived at Ottawa, my six travel "companions" left and I
was the only one in the car. As the train sat for a couple of
minutes I decided I could catch some sleep.
The train
shuddered as it began to pull out of the station, and the slow
rumble of its wheels began to lull me into a state of
relaxation. My eyes were closed when the heavy sliding door of
the coach opened to let the sound of the tracks invade the
quiet. I opened my eyes expecting to see the conductor but was
pleasantly surprised to see a really beautiful babe that I
figured was around 20 years old. I estimated her height to be
about five feet seven and definitely presented herself with an
aristocratic bearing.
“Okay,
forget sleeping.” I thought as this beauty walked slowly
passed me and smiled demurely.
As much
as I didn’t want to watch her as she walked by, I smiled back
and followed this beauty as she took a seat two rows behind
me. Being a young man, I was immediately ready for action with
this beauty and had forgotten about the girlfriend I was going
home to.
The train
had been moving for about 10 minutes when I decided to try my
luck. Rather than asking her if she would simply like to get
laid, I stood up and walked past her to the “bar car”. As I
strode by her seat she looked up and smiled again. I got two
rows beyond, stopped, and returned to her seat.
“Hi, my
name is Denis,” I managed to get out while trying to be as
cool as possible. “I am going to get a drink in the next car
and was wondering if you would like me to bring one back for
you.” I continued.
“I am
Laura,” she replied in a voice that was younger than I
expected. “I would love to have a G&T, thank you!”
I went to
the next car and bought our drinks and carried them back as
the train shifted from side to side. I balanced the drinks as
I came along side of her and as I looked down from behind
Laura, I saw she had unbuttoned her top button and my eyes
followed her smooth skin down into where I could just barely
see the top of her tits.
“Would
you like to sit with me?” she asked and without hesitation I
agreed.
As we
talked, I found out that Laura had just won the title of Miss
Canada. No wonder she was beautiful. I was sitting in a train
coach with the most beautiful woman in the country. If she had
looked down at my crotch she would have seen a tent quickly
forming in my pants. We spent the next 45 minutes getting to
know each other and I must confess that I wanted her right on
the floor of the coach. The best part was that she was going
to
Windsor
as well to see her boyfriend. It seemed like my aspirations of
getting into Miss Canada’s pants were about to be dashed.
At one
point, I had said something funny and Laura burst into
laughter. As she laughed she cuddled up against me and I felt
the firm roundness of her tit pressing against my arm. “Holy
shit,” I thought to myself, “these must be “C-cups.” I had a
raging hard on that wouldn’t quit. Flirting, I took her hand
in mine. I expected her to pull it away since this was, after
all, the seventies, and young ladies could still be a bit on
the “proper side”. To my joy, she did not. Instead, she
squeezed my hand softly as we continued to talk.
We were
pulling into Toronto and would have to change trains to finish
our journey. There was a layover of 45 minutes so, taking her
suitcase as well as mine in hand; we went to the lounge in
Union Station. It felt so natural to be with her! There is no
question that I wanted to fuck her beautiful ass off, but we
were also developing a really good friendship. We relaxed over
a drink and began to talk about our love lives. It seemed that
we were both a little dissatisfied with our relationships but
felt a bit trapped.
It was
time to catch the connecting train to Windsor and we headed to
the loading platform. As we arrived, an announcement came over
the loudspeaker saying the train to Windsor would not be
running because of an accident on the tracks and for all
passengers to head to the ticket counter to make other
arrangements.
“Great,”
I said out loud, “I suppose they are going to park us on a
bloody bench in the station for the next four hours.” Even
then I hated when plans did not work out right. Placing her
hand in mine, Laura looked at me with a sweetness that melted
metal and replied, “At least we will have some more time
together.”
That was
true I thought and returned a smile as I apologized for my
outburst.
As it happened, the tracks would not be
opened up until the following morning. Apparently a chemical
car derailed outside of Toronto and it would take all night to
clean it up. The railway was going to put us up in a hotel
room over night.
“We could
save them some money and tell them we are traveling together,”
I said whimsically.
“We are
traveling together,” Miss Canada replied as she put her arm
around my waist. We decided to call our respective partners
and tell them of the train delay. I suspect Laura’s call to
her boyfriend might have been as cool as mine was to my
girlfriend. The calls were made however and we went across the
street to the Royal York Hotel which, at the time, was the
major five star hotel in Toronto and where actors and royalty
spent the night.
Our room
was quite large with a sitting room off to the side. We
settled in and Laura asked if I would mind if she had a
shower! “Not at all, I might even join you if you didn’t
object.”
She did
not object at all. In fact she took me by the hand and when we
were in the bedroom, began to undo my shirt as I did hers. God
she was gorgeous. She had the firmest roundest tits I had ever
seen. The label of her lacy, royal blue bra said 34-C and when
I had taken it off, she had nipples the size of dimes mounted
on the most puffy and succulent areolas. One tiny kiss on the
end of her nipple made both hard as my hands explored the rest
of her tight body. As I slid my hands down her matching
panties, she reached down and took my very hard cock in her
hand as she massaged the shaft through my undies.
I had to
have her that instant. I laid her down on the bed and slid her
panties off. What an incredible beauty she was. Her pussy hair
had been trimmed right back to just a wisp of hair rising from
her swollen lips and as she spread her legs slightly, I could
see her erect clit peaking out as if to beg for a sucking. I
ripped of my briefs and went down on her. I licked and sucked
and poked my tongue into that sweet honey pot and before I
knew it, Christie had moved around and was sucking on my cock
in sync with my rhythm. As we rolled around on the bed, Laura
ended up above me in a classic “69” with her pussy
outstretched for deeper thrusting of my tongue and fingers. My
other hand was busy feeling her hanging tit. We came at about
the same time. She released her sweet juices over my face and
mouth just before I blew my load down the back of her throat.
She collapsed in my arms in joyous convulsions. It seems she
had never cum that way before with her boyfriend because he
could not get into eating pussy even though he was constantly
sticking his dick in her mouth.
I was
still as hard as a hammer and when she calmed down a bit I
rolled over on top of her and slowly slid my cock into that
sweet twat. It was like a bench vice around my shaft as I
slowly pumped inside of her. She was on the pill and back in
those days HIV was an unknown ailment so we saw no reason why
we shouldn’t go bare back and fill that delicious cunt up with
real warm jizz. Laura and I made love for two hours before we
got near the shower. We did eventually get in there though and
made love again. Oh how I loved her slippery when wet body and
having a beautiful face just made the sex all that much
better.
The
following morning, we arrived at the train station to get our
train and rode to Windsor wrapped in our own world. We made
arrangements for her to come up to Montreal for a week and
maybe spend a couple of weekends before I left for an English
University in October.
That
weekend I broke off dating my old girlfriend.
Laura and
I spent a lot of time together over the summer and she even
managed a trip to Oxford later that year. I lost track of Miss
Canada after a few years but hope that she remembers our love
fondly.
