The sleeping compartment fiasco

The sleeping compartment fiasco

The newly designed high-speed train could easily cover a thousand miles in about five and a half hours. It was the crown jewel of the reconstituted Santa Fe and Pacific railway and had cost the American taxpayers a king’s ransom even if it was mostly financed by mainland China.

Alison was not impressed by any of the hoopla surrounding the new rail line and she only booked a private sleeping car compartment because she was deathly afraid of flying ever since her last flight ended in an emergency landing with dodgy landing gear.
Her Seattle to Las Vegas overnight shuttle left the new station in Seattle at the stroke of midnight and she would be deposited like Cinderella right on the Las Vegas strip shortly after 6 AM in the morning. It seemed almost too good to be true but the booking agent told her that every train thus far had been right on time.
The pretty young schoolteacher’s previous trip to Las Vegas had ended in a terrible headache and a blank in her mind for 48 hours of accelerated party activities at a major casino. She had a vague suspicion her missing two days were due to some sort of “date rape drug” or another nefarious device to rob her memory. This time she vowed to be circumspect in any liquids or foods entering her body and planned to be on her guard against any odd characters.
Alison was 24 years old. She had long flowing black hair and wore glasses that made her look super intelligent. She had 2 degrees, one in political science and the other in special education. She had already written a book on new developments in handling autistic children and she had been fully tenured for the past year in the Washington State teacher’s union with delegate credentials.
Because she only planned to make the trip over a 3 day holiday, she had only three changes of underwear and stockings and a spare pair of shoes for casino activities. She had two party dresses and running outfit in case she had an opportunity to do some exercise in Sin City.  A little known item about Alison was the fact that she was an inveterate “card counter” and she was able to run up some sizable runs on the blackjack tables without being noticed by the Casino bosses.
She carried a total of ten $500 prepaid cards that did not require her signature or zip code. It would be her “stake” for the trip and she hoped to quadruple the amount in the next 72 hours. Any more would draw attention to her activities and require her to report her earnings. She had done this several times when she was an undergraduate and it financed her way through the university.
The pretty young girl was bisexual and really had no preference as to the gender of her bed partner.
 Her last two live-in partners were females and she was a bit tired of eating pussy. Alison sort of viewed this trip as an opportunity to get some steady cock back into her cock-deprived pussy and brown eye. She was an aficionado of anal exercises and loved the meaty sound of a man’s balls slapping into the back of her legs with controlled authority.
The train was comfortable and the car attendant was most polite. She stretched out on the comfortable lower rack and nestled her head in the soft pillows.
A knock on the door made raise her head up fast and she hit it on the upper bunk.  She answered the door holding her head and rubbing the sore spot.
“Very sorry, miss, but this gentleman has a ticket for this compartment.”
Alison kept a rein on her temper and went to her purse not caring if the bored older man with the European style luggage saw her bare legs or not.  She dug out her ticket and passed it to the attendant.
“Lady, I am very sorry to inform you that this ticket is for the 12 noon train that leaves Seattle in a little less than 12 hours.”
She looked at the stub and saw the attendant was absolutely correct but she knew it must have been an error in printing because her booking agent had been specific about riding on the sleeping car.
“I can put you in the club car or you can sit at a table in the dining car but I am afraid you have to leave this compartment now.”
Alison almost broke out in tears and she felt a little dizzy from the bang on her head.
“I say, old chap, if there are two bunks in here, I don’t mind sharing providing the young lady is not opposed.”
The up to then silent stranger moved into the room with self-assured grace. He shrugged off his shoulder bag and sank down into the easy chair next to her bed. She regretted the fact she had removed all of her make-up before retiring and had neglected to brush her long flowing hair.
“I have no problem with that. This young man seems to be a perfect gentleman. Please leave us, porter!”
“Certainly, madam, as you wish, and for your information, I am a certified car attendant not a porter.”
The young man chuckled and took off his raincoat.
“You sure got his goat with the porter comment, lady. My name is Brad Johnson and I have business in Vegas. Since you got the bottom already, I will take the top bunk.”
Alison felt her face redden as she felt the man’s eyes on her bare knees and her short silk pajamas.
“My name is Alison Murphy and I am just going down for a little rest and relaxation and maybe a bit of shopping.”
“If you don’t mind, little lady, I will head into the bathroom and get ready for bed. You can get back into your bunk and turn down the light if you don’t want to see me in my skivvies.”
Alison turned off the overhead light leaving the two nightlights on and slid underneath the sheets. She felt her pussy lips and confirmed they were already leaking big time. She was certain the man would be a perfect gentleman but the off chance that he might want something more from her made her wait in breathless anticipation.
When Brad came out of the bathroom after stripping down and brushing his teeth, she saw the huge bulge under his tight fitting jockey shorts. It was so erotic that she immediately started to finger her pussy with serious and stealthy furtive strokes. The sounds of his rustling just above her head made her have an urge to reach up and check out the firmness of his male equipment.
She drifted off to sleep dreaming about a stranger’s cock moving all over her naked body and sliding with determined insistence into her female openings. About 3AM she had to get up and go to the bathroom because she had forgotten to go just before going to bed. She left the bathroom door slightly ajar because she did not want to put on the light for fear of waking up her mysterious bed partner.
Too late, she realized the tinkling sounds of her pee hitting the bowl was more likely to wake Brad up than the light. She wiped and tiptoed back to the bed.
“You all right Miss Alison?”
“Yes, thank you, Brad, I had to tinkle and was trying not to wake you up. I am ever so sorry!”
“That’s OK, I am a very light sleeper. Do you want a half of a candy bar? I have one in my coat.”
“What kind?”
“It’s a Mr. Goodbar.”
“Oh, that is my favorite, they are so hard to find anymore.”
They both sat on the edge of Alison’s bunk eating the sweet treat. Alison saw a flake of the chocolate on Brad’s mouth and she reached out to scoop it up with her finger. He saw what she had done and popped her finger into his mouth to suck the morsel down without hesitation. She sucked in her breath at the wet, warm feel of his lips and mouth.
He guided her back down onto the bunk and continued to kiss her body all over. She was in a state of hypnotic submission as his lips worked ever closer to her secret place. The touch of his demanding tongue on her slippery vagina was enough to push her over the edge and she shuddered into a happy orgasm that was accentuated by the rocking motion of the fast moving train.
Much later, after she had learned his genital geography with her tongue and he had pushed inside her tingling brown eye with his greedy tongue, they copulated to the rhythm of the rolling train swaying from side to side and squeezing every last drop of creamy cum and female juice from their mated parts.
In the early morning, Alison awoke to feel Brad alongside her in the bed spooning her bottom with his freshly awakened cock. She lifted her upper ass cheek and allowed him passage into her heated anus silently and with a restrained movement that insured maximum pleasure when the floodgate was finally opened.
She took it all with a happy smile on her face.
This “sleeping compartment” might not have been conducive to a full night’s sleep but it certainly had proven a boon to her love-life.
There were no promises made, but they both agreed to meet the next day at the Luxor special buffet and make some plans for the evenings activities. She would try to get her gambling business concluded before that time and if there were a problem, it would be best to stay away from the table rooms for a few hours.
Alison took a cab to the Rio which was not on the strip but still was one of the top-notch casinos in the city. She always liked staying there because it was reputed to have the best pay-outs of the slot machine jack-pots and it seemed logical that the remainder of their gambling set-ups would follow suit. She liked the Rio for the gambling, the Luxor for the buffets, and when she really wanted a change of pace and to get away from the pimps and the whores, she headed to Sam’s Town to watch the normal people.
The buffet was great and they headed to the room stuffed with lobster and steak.
It slowed her down a little but she still managed to get off two real nice orgasms before Brad shot his first load. When she paused to converse, he told her that his business was concluded and they could relax together the rest of the weekend. She was afraid it might put a crimp in her money making activities but it was too good of an offer to turn down. Brad had tickets to the finals of the Championship Rodeo and she needed to relax more than she needed to make money.
They watched a crazy amateur “first time anal” show on the Pay per View and she was giggling so hard that Brad was able to get his demanding cock into her tiny anus before she could pull away. Since she was completely filled with thick cock and stretched to the limit, Alison just put her face in the pillow and took it like a pro. It didn’t ring her bells, but it sure made Brad feel real good and he bounced his drained cock on her ass a few times just to let her know who was boss.
They both had open dates the following month and arranged to meet in Reno. It used to be the “Divorce Capital” of the world and now maybe it would be the “getting laid” capital for her flash weekend.