A long train trip from FL to NY for a job interview. This is a 100 percent true story, so maybe you will find it boring, but I’ll have fun telling it, and recalling the odd and interesting people I met.I think it’s a funny story.
I was 23 and living in FL and scored a job interview in upstate NY as a wildlife officer. This was 1980. I had a beat up 20 year old car, and couldn’t afford a plane ticket, so I opted to make the trip by train. I boarded at a small rural terminal, and the train was nearly empty. I found my assigned seat in coach and was happy to have no one around me yet.
I didn’t have a seat mate for several hours until we reached Jesup, GA just north of the FL border. Here a women boarded, and as luck would have it her seat was next to mine. She was older, I’d guess mid to late 30’s. Shoulder length blond hair, wearing a pink skirt and silky white blouse. Rather plain in looks, but as I immediately found out, she had a rather bold personality. Upon taking her seat she immediately grabbed my hand, which I found rather strange. She said that I intrigued her and she wanted to read my palm. I said OK, and she studied and traced the lines of my palm gently with her fingers. She stopped and started rubbing the back of my hand and said, “I’m so sorry, you are in a lot of pain, you have lost someone close”. Well as it so happened, I had just gone through a very difficult breakup with the women I’d been living with for 4 years. Coincidence? Or did she really see something in my palm??
She said, “well I should introduce myself, I’m Rita and I truly want to make you feel better”. Then she rested her hand just above my knee, extending her fingers onto my inner thigh. Then she turned to me and leaned forward, and said “Will this help” giving me a perfect view of her bra-less tits, small, but with huge areola’s the color of coffee. I smiled and said “oh yes very much”, and she giggled. Next she removed a cigarette case from her purse and opened it showing me 6 neatly rolled joints and asked if I wanted to join her in the lav for a smoke. I opted out, and she said “suit yourself, if you change your mind I’ll be in the club car”. As she left she moved her hand up my thigh and brushed my very semi erect cock.
So the day wore on into night, Rita had not returned and I’d fallen asleep while feeling quite horny after that encounter. I must have slept very soundly and woke at dawn in the throes of a very intense wet dream, with a ragging hard-on in my jeans that was pulsing cum like there was no tomorrow. There was no way to stop it and as I opened my eyes I watched a bloom of wet cum appear in my crotch, and was horrified to see I had a new seat mate that must have arrived in the night. It was an older lady, maybe 70 and when I stirred she looked over at me as I quickly grabbed a magazine from the seat pocket in front of me and cover my groin. There I was, soaked in cum, with a new acquaintance wanting to chat! After a few minutes of polite conversation I excused myself and left for the restroom covering my crotch as best I could.
Having found the bathroom one car down, I entered the small space and contemplated how to clean up. I removed my shoes to get my jeans off, decided to dump the wet boxers. I was trying to clean up with paper towels and that only made my cock get harder and harder. Here I was standing naked from the waist down, with my cock so hard the glans was turning purple. I realized I desperately needed to cum again and proceeded to jerk myself to the rhythm and sway of the train car. A few passes over the pre-cum slick glans and frenulum and ropes of jizz squirted onto the floor and sink. My knees nearly gave out and I had to sit on the toilet to catch my breath. Eventually I was as clean as I was gonna get, slipped my jeans back on, realizing I’d be free-balling the rest of the trip.
Finally we reached NYC and Grand Central Station. Here I got off and went to check the screens to see if my connecting train to upstate was on time. It was, but leaving out of Penn Central Station, so I needed to get moving since it was several blocks away. I desperately needed to take a piss though, so I found the men’s room, found an open urinal, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cum dried cock for much needed relief. Then I noticed the guy next to me looking at my piss stream. I look over at him and he was blatantly stroking an erection as he watches me piss! I couldn’t help but laugh and thanked the dude for the show (he was pretty hot looking with a nice looking, probably 6 inch cock that had a nice big head, but he had a slightly dirty street look), I told him I wished I wasn’t in a hurry, as I zipped up and got out of there before I had yet another ragging boner to deal with!
Made to Penn Central on time, and the rest of the trip was uneventful, but I still had to make the return trip in a few days. But that’s another story.
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