1. California Zephyr


    Date: 11/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Author: Schaka, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 1 Joel Vincent surveyed the lounge car of the westbound California Zephyr. He smiled ruefully as he realized that fantasy rarely lives up to the realty. While watching an old mystery movie about train travel in his hotel room, He had impulsively decided to take the train home. This Amtrak train did not live up to the storied opulence of the Orient Express, the fabled Paris to Istanbul train. There were no mysterious femme fatales prepared to jump into bed with the handsome stranger. There were no liveried servants obsequiously moving silver service carts to private compartments. Neither was the lounge car done in shiny oak and well polished leather. On either side of the car were tan lounge chairs angled toward the large observation window. Between each pair of chairs was a small service table. The dominant theme was 20th century modern. The "leather" was actually leatherette. The tables were nondescript black plastic. The central aisle was just wide enough for passengers to walk through single file. A semicircular service bar stood at the entrance to the car. A voluptuous African-American woman stood alertly behind the bar. She was approximately his age with dark chocolate skin and frosted blonde hair. In keeping with the duties of her job, she wore a broad smile and nodded to acknowledge him. "Good afternoon sir! Welcome aboard! How can I serve you?" "Thank you. Do you have Martell?" "Yes we do! How would you like that?" "Give that to me straight up with a Corona ...
    chaser." "Yes sir. Coming right up. Sir, why don't you take a seat and I'll bring your drink to you." Joel noticed the full hips of the bartender as she busied herself preparing his drinks. Then he glanced around the lounge car. There was only one other person there. She was an older white woman. Her half-empty drink sat in front of her as she sat in the lounge chair watching as the train moved through the industrial areas of Chicago. So much, he thought, for mysterious femme fatales. Joel nodded and moved toward the center of the lounge car. He took a seat that angled toward the older white woman but with two chairs and a table between them. When she looked up, he smiled and nodded. Kathy noticed the young black man enter the lounge car. She watched as he ordered his drink. He was quite handsome with his shaved head, Fu Manchu mustache and goatee. His skintight jeans emphasized the fullness of his butt and suggested a respectable package. He wore gray T-shirt with the tail out. He wore no socks with his well-worn sneakers. Kathy was returning from spending a month in Chicago with her daughter. The birth of her new grand baby had been difficult and Annie appreciated her mother's help. Kathy enjoyed watching the affectionate interplay between her son-in-law and her daughter. They really cared for each other. Now she was traveling from the hustle and bustle of caring for new life back to her prosaic life in California. Despite the fact that her John had to take early retirement ...
«1234...2223»