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Across The Mountains By Train free porn video
Part 1.
I was finally here. Vancouver Station. I couldn’t wait to get onboard and relax. The plane trip from Australia was hardly soothing, but I knew this would be worth it. After five years on the project I needed a break so when the company offered a severance package, I jumped at the chance. The first thing that sprung to mind was a trip across Canada on the Rocky Mountaineer – one of the great rail journeys of the world.
It was here that I first saw you, walking through the terminal. It was kinda hard not to notice you, your beautiful soft brown hair cascading down over your shoulders, a beautiful tea rose pink pashmina wrap over a classic white shirt, jeans and suede boots. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I hadn’t seen anyone so graceful, so beautiful in years. You stood out, most of the travelers either being young couples on honeymoon or retired couples on that long planned for adventure. Certainly, I wasn’t the only one looking in your direction.
A blast on the train’s horn brought me back to reality. ‘Damn, I haven’t travelled all this way to miss my train.’ I thought to myself and hurried across the concourse and over to my carriage. One of the wait staff took my bags and directed me to my seat in the Gold Leaf section (well, if you’re going to travel, do it in style). I couldn’t believe my eyes when, as I walked down the corridor to the waiting attendant, I realised my seat was right alongside yours. ‘Cheers’ I said to the attendant and sat down. I turned to you and smiled ‘Hi, I guess I’m your travelling companion today?’
‘Hello, I guess you are.’ you smiled back at me. That’s when I noticed your eyes – they sparkled, twinkled even. I was star struck. ‘Cris’ I held out my hand. ‘Damelia’ you replied, taking my hand and gently shaking it, though I could sense a firmness hidden away. Our hands parted and I went about putting away my few carry on items as the train slowly pulled away from the station.
As the train got out into the countryside we chatted away, conversation coming easily. In many ways our past years were similar – tied to our jobs (you a manager of your own successful business, me a project manager) that meant little time for a social life. Work, gym and sleep – I knew the story well. You hadn’t had much luck in the dating game – a couple of short romances that never went the distance. That never really bothered you at the time, building your dream business was all you wanted, but when a close friend pulled you aside one night and pointed out you were on the brink of a burnout, you decided that maybe a week off wouldn’t hurt. The hardest thing was leaving your mobile phone in the office. (Well, more like your colleagues took it off you as you walked out – ‘We can handle it’ was the chorus.
Before we knew it lunch was being served downstairs. It was off season, so the train was only half full and we had a table to ourselves. Watching the stunning Rocky Mountains pass by as we ate beautifully prepared food we talked just like old school friends. The hours just seemed to slip away.
After lunch we ventured out onto the viewing platform at the end of the carriage. It was a bit cold, but the fresh mountain air felt invigorating. We stood side by side, leaning on the handrail as the train took a curve, maybe a little fast. You over balanced and fell into me. I steadied you with my hands and looked down at your eyes. Those eyes – they sparkled back at me as we held each other for a moment. All of a sudden the door to the carriage opened and two couples came out. I remember you blushing ever so slightly as we parted. You turned back to the scenery rolling past us, leaving me smiling. ‘What a lady’ I thought.
Part 2.
We stood on that platform for a while, admiring the Rocky Mountains as the train whined its way through deep valleys and over high bridges. It was getting quite cold as the afternoon wore on. I noticed you had ever so slightly moved closer to me, just enough to feel the slightest touch of you on my clothes.
‘It’s getting a bit cold, did you want to head inside?’ I asked. Without turning to look at me you moved closer to my side and rested your head on my shoulder. ‘A little longer – it’s so beautiful out here.’ you said, as if to no-one in particular.
Throwing caution to the wind I gently put my left arm around you and pulled you in a little tighter. You responded, cuddling into me as the sharp breeze cut across our faces. At that moment I though I was truly in heaven. What a way to start the holiday, on board one of the greatest trains in the world, watching the world go by with a beautiful woman cuddling into me. I closed my eyes and just savoured the feeling for a moment.
The carriage door opened, breaking my thoughts. ‘Not far out of Calgary folks.’ the conductor advised. Calgary – our first stop for the night. The Rocky Mountaineer was a daylight only service, the nights spent in one of the local hotels. Being Gold Leaf ticket holders we were put up in The Fairmont Palliser, one of the older, high-class hotels in town. You glanced up at me for a moment as the conductor left us.
We were the only people on the platform by then, everyone else preparing for the imminent arrival at Calgary station. I held your gaze, looking deep into your beautiful eyes. Everything felt so right, I leant forward and ever so gently kissed you on the forehead. I glanced down, you looked me in the eye and kissed me. It was a soft loving kiss, the type you give to someone you want to give yourself too. Our tongues entwined, our bodies held tight to each other, the world ceased to exist.
Breaking away you smiled at me, ‘We should go in now’. ‘Yes, you’re probably right’ I replied. You walked over to the door and entered the carriage, me only a few steps behind. Back at our seats we acted as if the kiss hadn’t happened, but the glances we gave each other spoke volumes.
Not long after the train pulled into Calgary and a bus transferred everyone to their hotels. For a moment I was worried I wouldn’t see you until tomorrow, but when the Fairmont bus was announced we both headed there. Sitting next to each other I asked if you’d join me for dinner. ‘Of course I will.’ came the sweat reply.
The hotel was as grand as you could hope for in a country city. We were very quickly allocated out rooms and our luggage whisked away. ‘Which room did you get?’ I asked. ‘510, you?’ I looked down at my key tag, 408. I hoped that later maybe I wouldn’t be needing it somehow.
‘Care to show me to my room?’ you asked. ‘But of course – what sort of man would I be to refuse?’ You smiled again, that smile could melt hearts…
We took the elevator and headed to the 5th floor. We stood apart, me almost feeling a little uncomfortable. Was what happened on the train just a once off that you’d later call a mistake?
The bell rang to announce our arrival on the 5th floor. You walked out and with elegance I hadn’t seen in years walked down the corridor. Checking the room numbers you quickly found 510. Turning, you looked me in the eye, then turned away, blushing ever so slightly again. I couldn’t help myself, lightly reaching out for your chin I turned you around to look at me. I bent forward and kissed you again. Your soft, sweet lips came to my mouth as we embraced. This wasn’t some wild fling, this was something more.
We must have kissed for a while in the doorway. Then the elevator bell rang in the distance, breaking our line of thought. Without a word you quickly opened your door and pulled me inside. With the door shut we were finally truly on our own. You pulled me to your body and kissed me with a wild unbridled passion. Our hands started exploring each other’s bodies as we locked our lips together, tongues flicking away.
Without warning you broke away, and holding my hand, you led me into the bedroom. It was beautifully laid out with lots of pillows and soft coverings, but that was not what I was looking at. You stood in fr
ont of me as you pulled your wrap aside. I wanted you so bad, and judging by your sparkling eyes the feeling was mutual.
Part 3.
I strode forward and took you in my arms. Holding you at the waist we kissed, the passion exploding in the room. You wrapped your arms around my neck, your fingers running through the thin hair on the back of my head.
By now I was rock hard, and you knew it. One of your hands ran down my side and around to my pants, feeling, looking, finding. My hand moved quickly up your shirt, unbuttoning it as I went. The mood was electric, we both wanted each other so badly. It had been quite a while for me, and I got the impression you hadn’t had much fun in a while either.
It wasn’t long before I had your shirt loosely hanging on your shoulders, your silky brown hair resting upon it. You quickly shrugged the shirt off and undid your bra. It fell to the floor, exposing your smooth rounded breasts.
Your hands quickly turned to my shirt, almost tearing it from me as a few buttons went flying. Your lips went straight to my nipples, sucking on one as I sighed heavily. Spurred on by the reaction, one hand reached for the other nipple, twisting it. I moaned louder in complete ecstasy, my hands running through your hair.
With some difficulty I moved my hands down your body, dragging you closer, until I reached your jeans. Moving to the front I unbuttoned them and pulled them down, exposing a pair of lacy white knickers. I ran a hand up the inside of your thigh until I reached the top. Your panties were already wet, as if I hadn’t already worked out what was happening.
By now my pants were down around my ankles, your hands rubbing against my jocks. The tip of my cock was poking out of the top as you continued to tease my nipples. I’m not sure who was moaning the loudest, we were so in the moment.
I continued to tease the outside of your knickers until suddenly you grabbed my hand and forced it inside. My god you were so wet, your light hair dripping with your juices. My finger found your clit and, lightly, I started to brush it. ‘Ohhhhh yes… Cris… please, more…’ My finger pushed a little harder and your hand freed my cock from my jocks.
As you stroked my cock I kicked off what little clothing I still had on. Once fully naked I dropped to my knees, my hands removing your boots and jeans and my tongue taunted your clit. Hands on my head, you trusted your pussy to my tongue, demanding satisfaction. Who was I to argue!
My hands wrapped around your toned ass as I explored your legs, your thighs, your sex with my mouth. Kissing, licking, driving you wild. I could taste you now, your juices almost running down your leg.
I couldn’t take much more either. I wanted you so bad. I needed you even more.
Rising up I grabbed your waist and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around me and I carried you to the wall, pushing you against it. I could feel the edge of your pussy as you began to grind away on it, teasing yourself as much as you were teasing me.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. With a quick adjustment I drove my cock deep inside you. ‘Aaaahhhhhhhh’ you almost yelled, as I started to fuck you. Still pressed against the wall you held on tight as my cock drove in and out of you. This wasn’t love making, this was hard, erotic sex.
Your breathing became shallower, your arms wrapped tighter around me and you felt the orgasm you so desperately wanted come closer. I, too, couldn’t hold on much longer.
‘Ooohhhhhhhhh YYYEEEESSSSSS!’ Screaming, the orgasm hit you. I couldn’t hold on any longer either, my cock exploding inside you. Your legs shaking, body on fire, another orgasm came over you as I continued to fuck your hot pussy.
I slowed down as the high eased off, my body sweating. We kissed, hard and long. We couldn’t have held each other any tighter if we tried.
All of a sudden I could feel my legs start to give way as my body came down off the most incredible high. I slowly put you down and, as I eased back to lie on the floor, pulled you with me. Laying on my back you cuddled into my side, head on my shoulder.
You moved up a little to kiss me on the check. ‘Thank you, I needed that’ you whispered gently. I turned to kiss you back, slowly this time. I rolled onto my side and we embraced again, softly kissing each other.
Smiling at me, your eyes twinkling again ‘Should we head down to dinner?’ All of a sudden I realised how hungry I was – ‘Sounds like a good idea. Might have to change shirts though?’ as I looked at mine, half the buttons torn away. This got a little laugh ‘Might be a good idea’.
I sat up, looking down over your beautifully toned body. ‘My god this lady is incredible’ I thought, smiling.
‘Dinner first Cris, I can wait for round 2’ you said, cheekily. I leant down to kiss you again before rising up. Helping you to your feet we held each other again, looking deep into each other’s eyes.
‘Meet you downstairs in 30 minutes?’ you asked. ‘I look forward to it Damelia’ I grinned back. I was already thinking three courses – partly because I was hungry, partly because I knew I’d need all the energy I could get to make it through the night.
Part 4.
I watched you rise from the floor and walk towards the bathroom, not a stitch of clothing covering your alluring body. When you reached the door you looked back. ‘Are you going to get dressed, or are you heading down like that?’ A cheeky grin followed.
‘Might not be appropriate’ I laughed. Getting to my feet I gathered my hastily discarded clothing, dressing as best I could with a slightly torn shirt.
‘See you back here in 30 minutes’ you said, before giving me a last cute smile. As you disappeared into the bathroom I headed out the door, checking that I still had my room key. Not one to get too hung up on appearances as a rule, this time I peered out of your room, making sure no one was in the corridor. The shirt made our little rendezvous obvious to even the most innocent onlooker, and I didn’t want to advertise.
The coast was clear and so was the elevator as I headed to my room. Finding number 408 only took a minute, and I entered to find my bags waiting for me. I pulled out some clothes for the evening, a favourite tailored black suit with a clean white shirt. It was the one I always turned to when heading out to a fine restaurant, although of recent that had been all too rare.
I got my toiletries and headed for the shower. The shower was hot and full, just how I liked it. I ran the soap over my body and thought about the day. I felt like I should buy a lotto ticket, clearly I was the luckiest guy in the world. Meeting a graceful and charming woman is one thing, to connect on so many levels is something else. My mind turned the events of the past hour in your room.
My cock began to stiffen again as my soapy hands rubbed it up and down. I closed my eyes and imagined you standing in the shower with me, your stunning body only inches away. I stood there, letting the water run through my hair and slowly jerked off. One hand moved up to my nipple and pinched it, taking the sensation to another level.
I started to stoke faster as I felt the orgasm build. The vision of you, against the wall, kissing me as we fucked, was too much. All of a sudden my cock started shooting another load of cum across the shower. I leant back against the wall and started to shake, electricity running through my body. Coming down I rested against the wall, shower still pouring water over me. My god, I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks, then twice in an hour?
I looked across at the clock on the vanity. I’d left you nearly half an hour ago – I needed to get my act together. I quickly dived out of the shower, went through the usual teeth / hair / aftershave routine then put on my attire for the night.
As I was about to leave, I noticed a silk tie in my bag. I hated wearing the damn things, but I wasn’t sure of wha
t the dress code would be in a fancy place like this so I thought I’d better chuck it in my pocket, just in case.
Without further delay I slipped on some shoes and headed out the door, few moments later arriving at Room 510. I knocked lightly, waiting only a moment before the door swung open. Once again I was taken back by the sight before me.
A beautiful, elegant black cocktail dress sat perfectly on your devastatingly exquisite body. Fine lace covered your shoulders almost delicately, with the figure hugging dress ending slightly above the knee. You wore your hair down, sitting softly on the top of the dress.
I was totally lost for words. ‘Seems this dress has had the desired affect’ you smiled at me, and I realised I was probably staring with my jaw down around my ankles!
‘You look heavenly Damelia, I admit I am stunned’ came the reply.
‘You dress up pretty sharp yourself. Tailored?’
‘Yep. A well known local shop in Perth called Parker and Co. They do a pretty nice job I must admit. So, shall we?’
‘Absolutely. I’m starving!’ Closing the door we headed down the corridor. While we waited for the elevator I gently placed my hand on your hip, ever so slightly pulling you a little closer. Turning, you held my other hand and we kissed tenderly. I felt like I was a teenager again, holding my first true love.
The bell rang to announce the arrival of the elevator and we parted. There were a few other people in the elevator and we took a spot in the back. I felt your hand reach out for mine and I responded, holding yours. A quick look, a smile. At that moment I couldn’t remember being happier in my life, ever.
The elevator reached the ground floor and we head over to the restaurant. It was clearly an old building with high ceilings, ornate plasterwork on the walls and a massive chandelier hanging from the roof. The maître d’hôtel greeted us and immediately found a lovely table by the window, looking out over the street outside. It had become quite dark, the streetlights illuminating the people outside scurrying home. Judging by the coats it had become cold outside, making the experience of sitting inside even more alluring.
Seated, we looked at the wide variety of splendid sounding dishes. It took some going through such was the range. We settled on sharing a couple of entrees, washed down with a glass of wine or two for starters before tucking into something a little more substantial. The conversation flowed easily, you telling me all about your life up to now, the hard work and the business you’d built. It was clear that whilst you had a soft and pleasant way about you, when firm tough action was needed it posed no problem at all. Strong, positive, focused, but thoroughly comfortable in your feminism.
Towards the end of our main course talk moved to relationships. In many ways our experiences had been similar, young love that fell apart as both sides grew up and moved on (mine ending in divorce – you thankfully were spared that by breaking it off early), a few short romances that were never likely to go anywhere, and a general lack of time to do anything about it.
We talked endlessly and easily about life, love and anything that came to mind. Occasionally, I’d get a beautiful warm-hearted smile, your eyes almost shining. You made me feel so special, so wanted. I could not have been happier.
As the night passed we decided on a little dessert, I mean – why not. On arrival of the last course we were presented with new cloth napkins, just like you’d expect from such a fine dining experience. I dropped mine accidentally and, without thinking about it, made the comment ‘These are quite big, don’t you think?’ I folded it several times until it was longer rather than square, maybe an inch or two wide at most.
‘Kinda looks like a blindfold the way you’ve done that. Something in mind?’ the comment came across the table with an air of cheekiness.
Whilst that had not been my intention, my response was swift ‘Maybe. Should I keep this for later?
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