Training on a TrainI am en route to the Pacific Coast via railroad. It’s a great way to travel, but I didn’t realize it could be THIS great!For those who have used this conveyance, you know the Dining Cars feature communal seating. As such, it is possible for up to 4 strangers to have a meal together. Today, with the passenger load pretty light, I ended up alone – until the steward seated a young woman with me. Her name is Michaela, and she was returning to school from a winter break. We hit it off from the beginning – my interest and experience matched to her incredible maturity. While she’ll be 19 in March, she has the bearing of someone at least 10 years older. I confess that I am old enough to be her grandfather.In spite of Michaela being dressed “for the road,” her loveliness showed through. Dark brown tresses dangled about her shoulders – her knit top revealing a nice hint of cleavage. Milky fair skin and deep brown eyes rounded out her great appearance.We dined – we laughed – we spoke of serious things. Both coming from very large families, we compared notes and experiences. What a tremendous time. The miles clicked by as the train did not stop for a considerable distance. I told Michaela that I’d never connected with one so young, yet become immersed in the depth of her heart and soul. So many late teens/early 20s act in such a young, immature manner. I complimented her on her bearing, all the while sneaking peaks of her young, slight cleavage. As time wore on, I knew we’d need to surrender the booth, for other diners to be fed. Complimenting her once more, I reached out for her hands and said “Michaela, I don’t wish to weird you out, but it would be a shame for me if we simply parted here and never connected again.” She blushed, but quickly said “I totally agree. Perhaps we can keep talking in another place!?” I took what I thought was a cue, and reached out to her leg with my foot. I figured, if she pulled back, I’d apologize. If she didn’t move her leg, it would be a sign. To my delight, acıpayam escort her leg remained unmoved – so I gave one smooth & slow up and down motion on her leg. She smiled and blinked her eyelashes. I leaned forward and whispered “We can go to the Lounge Car, or to my sleeper!” She said “It’s up to you!” I said nary a word, but stood and reached for her hand. She stood and followed me to my lower berth. Her hand trembled only a bit, and became more confident as we walked down the narrow aisle to my room. We arrived at the door to my berth, and I turned and faced her. Whispering, I said “We can go to the Lounge Car if you’d prefer!” She replied with a whispered “No, please, let’s be together!” I leaned forward and kissed her ever so gently on her cheek. She sighed, and I guided her into my room.I closed the door behind us, and pulled the privacy curtains. We stood facing each other. “Michaela, how do you want to spend this special time?” She returned the kiss to MY cheek, and whispered “You are such an amazing guy. I want to learn!” With a quick “Are you sure?” she responded with a “Yes, please. Teach me!” I took this young nymph into my arms and gave her a prolonged soul kiss. I felt an electric shock through my loins as she allowed my tongue deep inside her mouth. She seemed not very experienced, as she did not do much with her mouth. When I pulled away from her face, she looked down and said “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do!”It was time for me to step-up. I kissed one eye, then the other. “Michaela, please don’t fret. I’m here, and you want to learn. Let’s just relax and let things happen!” She seemed relieved, and I seated her in a chair opposing mine. I knelt in front of her, looked deeply into her eyes, and touched her cheek ever so lightly. Her eyes closed, and I knew we’d be all right.The U-neck knit top was soon lifted over her head. I could feel her tremble, and her breathing become somewhat deepened. In spite of her fairly rugged bush pants, baklan escort she wore a lovely 1/2 cup, lacey bra that was bright red. I stared at her, and let her know I prefer to speak in graphic language when with a woman. She nodded, but said nothing. As I stared at her amazing chest, I whispered “Ohh, you have such beautiful tits!” She blushed again, and said “Really? I feel so small!” I assured her quality was FAR better than quantity. I kissed her chest, lips trailing around the cups of the bra. I then whispered again: “Michaela, your first lesson is to lean forward and remove your bra. Slowly release the hooks, and let the fabric reveal your tits to me!” It was as though a spark fired between her ears, for she did not hesitate. Reaching back, I quick flick of her fingers and the bra was laying on her lap. Her youthful endowment, probably a 32 or 34B, was taut and pointed. Amazing!I whispered once more: “Michaela, cup your tits in your hands, and offer them to me. She hesitated only momentarily, and smiled nervously. Her deliberate movement told me she was confident and trusting. As she cradled her tits in her hands, she leaned even further forward and offered me a great meal of flesh. I opened my mouth and began to flick a nipple with my tongue – then swirling it around the areola. She sighed and trembled. Her breathing was intensifying. I did not stop, but dallied about her lovely tits. Her thighs begin to wriggle together.After a few moments of mouth:tit play, I stood up – pulled her to her feet – and unfastened the waist of her bush pants. Pulling them down, I soon discovered her panties matched her bra. Such an utter contrast of the rugged and the feminine. I was enthralled. After discarding her pants, I knelt again. Grasping the waistband of her panties, I pulled down with my head and removed her panties. She reached down with both of her hands and pressed them against her now-bare cunt. It was neatly trimmed, and smelled like wildflowers.I directed bozkurt escort her to play with her tits while I had my dessert of her luscious labia. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I stimulated in and out of her slit. She was getting very into our activity, and I feared she would fall down. She did not. Since we were still moving on the train, I told her to pull open the window curtains, so the world could see us. She all but ripped them open, and said “Fuck…this is amazing!”I finally sat her down, spread her thighs, and worked her clit with my mouth as I penetrated the edge of her cunt lips. I asked if she was a virgin. She admitted she was, though she’d masturbated since age 12. When I asked if she’d ever been penetrated, she said “Yes, with a gfs toys!” I did not worry about taking her hymen, and slid my tongue deep inside her cunt. She orgasmed immediately. Again, she apologized. Again, I assured her our time and pleasure was all about what happened – no matter what. After she began to recover from her Big O, I pulled down my pants – my cock very stiff from our activities. I asked her to part her lips, for I was about to cock-fuck her mouth. I instructed her to finger her cunt as I thrust inside her mouth. It was as though she was in a trance, susceptible to my every direction. As I thrust in and out, I could smell her wetness, and could hear the smacking of her cunt lips and fingers. She orgasmed again as I went deeply into her mouth. We’d already determined that she was not using contraception, and I had none. As such, I continued cock-fucking her mouth as she fingered herself. When I was ready to cum, I told her I was going to pull back. She said nothing – did nothing. I pulled out of her mouth, and began to pump my stiff rod. As I orgasmed, I shot a rope to her face, and fired off the rest to her tits. I REALLY wanted to baptize her tits with my jizz. After I exploded, I retrieved some of my cum from her tits, and plunged my tongue into her mouth. She orgasmed again, and collapsed.We recovered, held each other, and then cleaned up a bit. Her stop was coming soon, and I did not want her to miss her stop and be late for school. We exchanged contact information. I got a text from her when she got to her dorm room. The planets were properly aligned, and we ended up together – for good reason!