The Train Adventure
mf series



Joe was always a big fan of riding the train. There was something special
about being able to watch the scenery go by as he looked out the window. He
didn't mind the fact that the train was usually far more time consuming than
other modes of transport. It allowed him time to think, to unwind, and
to...fantasize. Fantasizing, for Joe, like most men, was one of his favorite
pastimes. He would see a woman, almost any woman, and immediately concoct
interesting and passionate situations and images in his head. Nothing
distasteful, but, then again, nothing too innnocent either.

On this particular day, Joe was taking the train from Boston to New York and
had selected a seat in the middle of a car which was occupied by only one or
two other people, who paid him little or no attention. As he was boarding
the train, another woman who appeared to be in college (as she looked young,
attractive, and had a red sweatshirt saying Boston College on it) caught his
eye for a moment. Upon reflection, he now realized that his true motivation
for selecting the seat that he chose was to obtain a good view of his
new-found interest.

She was one of the two other passengers in the car and was sitting a mere
one row in front of him and on the opposite side of the aisle. When he first
saw her boarding the train at the same time as he, their eyes met and both
immediately shot a quick smile at the other (a sign of good things to come).
Once the train started moving, Joe placed his earphones on and began to
listen to some Ray Charles. By about the third song, the train was up to
full speed, as was Joe's mind.

He was starting to fantasize now (as he does about once an hour or so). But
this time, the object of his fantasy was sitting a mere five feet away. He
could not help but admire her beauty. The red sweatshirt outlined her figure
very nicely. It complimented her dark brown hair and blue eyes, along with
accenting the curves in her chest, which, to Joe at least, were very, very
attractive. But, being the gentleman that he was, he could not stare at that
too long. So his eyes wandered down to her legs, which were smooth and
slightly tan and looked absolutely marvelous as they extended from a soft
black dress that just touched the top of her knees.

While he was admiring her, though, he made the fatal (or lucky) mistake of
staring too long and got caught. Instead of a fleeting angry glance that one
might expect in such a situation, the young woman merely held eye contact
with Joe and flashed an almost devilish smile. Immediately Joe got
goosebumps. He asked himself, could it be that this young woman actually
enjoyed his admiration?

Of course she did, she smiled at him. But he did not want to be too bold so
he went back to staring out the window and listening to music for a few more
minutes. Next time he turned his head, however, he noticed that her soft
black dress had been raised a few inches to reveal more of her beautiful
leg, and that she was smiling at him again -- a smile which brought shivers
up and down his spine.

He did not want to go back to listening to music this time, so he removed
his headset, stood up, and approached her. In his most pleasant voice, he
said, "Hello, my name is Joe. Is this seat taken?"

In a soft and smooth voice she replied, "No, actually, I was saving it for
you and thought you'd never ask. My name is Marie. Please, sit down."

Enthused by such a response from such a beautiful and now friendly woman did
nothing to calm Joe's level of excitation. But this did not bother him
either. He eagerly sat down next to Marie and said, "You know, I had been
admiring you from afar over there, but I must say that you are far more
attractive up close and in person."

Marie simply smiled again, and replied "as are you. In case you did not
notice, I was admiring you from afar as well."

Pleased that they were attracted to each other, both began to fantasize
privately about the end result of such a strong attraction, and both had to
calm their minds before they got too excited. This was much easier for Marie
than for Joe. As Marie finished her last sentence, Joe felt that tingling in
his stomach as his level of sexual excitement, along with another part of
his anatomy began to grow to its fullest.

This was both a blessing and a curse. A curse in that it was a source of
embarrassment, yet a blessing in that it was the source of pertinent
information for Marie to act on.

In a half-joking but half-serious tone, Marie asked, "Is that something
large in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

"You can't imagine how happy I am to see you. To be honest, while I was
watching you for the last half hour, I had been doing a little fantasizing.
I just can't believe I'm sitting next to you right now."

"Oh, really?" Marie said. "This is intriguing. Don't be embarrassed, it is
just you and me here, and I am most interested in what you had fantasized
about!"

"You see, I have always had this wild fantasy about making love to a
stranger on a train as we passed through the beautiful New England
countryside. I've never had a chance to act on it. You see, just a few
minutes ago, well, I was envisioning the two of us fulfilling such a dream."

Marie, obviously aroused, asked, "And what is stopping you from acting on
such a dream right now, my friend?" As she talked, her nipples grew harder
and she grew moist inside.

"Only my fear of getting caught, but that is withering with every word you
speak about such activities!" And with that, his fear dissappeared and he
placed his hand on her knee, slowly running his finger across the soft skin
on her leg.

"Since the next stop is in an hour, and no one else is on this car, I think
we are alone. No more talking, let's simply live out this fantasy of yours,
okay?"

Joe, astounded at the very direct nature of this fascinating woman could do
nothing but nod his head and blurt out a quick "Sure!" With that he reached
over with his other hand and ran his fingers around the soft lips of his new
friend as she kissed each one.

Marie's hands were wandering as well, grabbing at Joe's muscular chest, then
massaging his back while Joe's finger strokes made their way farther and
farther up Marie's leg. When Joe reached her underwear, she quivered softly
and grasped Joe's back tighter now...