No hard feelings, so to speak. No bitterness since we broke up. I don't know if I'd say Wendy and I broke up. We just stopped. Stopped seeing each other, stopped fucking each other. I guess it was our schedules and her family vacation time.

I don't know why she thought she owed me anything, but I'm glad she came up with a really original and romantic idea. Well, it was sort of romantic to begin with, but we made it more so.

Wendy booked us an evening on a local dinner-train. You know, one of those evening excursions where you have dinner and there's some sort of mystery production going on. It was Friday evening, and she had arranged to meet me at the train depot at 6. We'd have dinner, talk, eat and probably be back at the depot before 10 to say goodbye for the evening.

Her Volkswagen Beetle was parked in the lot, and I pulled up beside it. She wasn't sitting there waiting for me. I wondered what the mood would be like since we hadn't seen one another for a few weeks, and it had been a month since we were intimate. I wasn't real sure what this evening was going to be about, nor just how I should conduct myself. I would certainly jump her and hump her given the chance, but she might not have that in mind?

I walked from the lot to the depot, through the 3 inches of snow. It was cold, and I wanted to get inside the building even if it did appear as cold and sterile as the winter twilight I was escaping. I felt my dick shrinking with the cold. Wendy was seated off to the right, wearing a nice brown full-length coat. Probably something that her parents got her for Christmas. She beckoned me over to the seat beside her. My dick uncurled himself. She had her hair curled on the ends, and while she hadn't gone overboard on the make-up I could still tell she was covering the freckles the best she could. Her lips were red and full, her nails painted to match, and her brown eyes shined as she smiled at me. Her gold hoop earrings were small. Classy. I like a classy date.

I sat down next to her, catching a whiff of her Obsession perfume. I couldn't help but remember a few months back when she smelled like this and was sucking me off at school, later letting me screw her little puckered asshole. Oh the nights I fell asleep remembering this little redhead and all the mind-blowing sex we had. But at the moment we were just acquaintences, discussing the everyday events of our lives. Classes, places we'd been, people we had seen. She asked me what I'd been up to lately. I couldn't tell her I had made a blowjob demonstration video a week ago, nor that three days previously I had fucked a 17 year old virgin pretty vigorously.

So we made polite conversation for 10 minutes until the train boarded. As we rose to go to the train I noticed the high heels she wore. With those on she was nearly as tall as I am. I looked into her eyes and they still were shining as she led me to the train. I already had a hard-on.

She led me to a corner table toward the back of the dinner car, one that seated just two. That was alright no matter what. We wanted a quiet space to talk anyway. Once we were situated I took her coat to hang it up in the rack between cars. Wow! she was wearing a green satin dress which came to knee-length, had the square neck with a gold necklace to match her earrings. It was kind of a form-fitting dress I thought. Wendy's breasts and curves were maximized. If she wanted to get my juices boiling this was the right sort of dress to wear. She wore black stockings as well. Why I hadn't noticed that before I don't know. Perhaps the full-length coat?

We sat and continued to make polite conversation, pausing only to make menu selections. Somewhere in there the train began to rock and move forward. If this trip were true to form, we would return to the depot going backwards. Wendy giggled and said she'd never "ridden the rails" before. We didn't volunteer for the mystery production, and we weren't terribly social with the other 45 or 50 people aboard. We talked about educational plans, the future for employment and miscellaneous trivial things such as gas prices and which supermarket would outlast the other supermarkets in town.

Following the meal, and amidst all the hub-bub of the production, we enjoyed a glass of wine together. The lights were turned down lower. It was quiet. Wendy leaned over to me and asked me if I knew why she had set this evening up?

I had to say that it had been a long time, and we had been close for quite awhile, so perhaps we needed to catch up a little.

"Not a little Professor," Wendy whispered as I felt her hand close around the bulge in my pants. "A lot," she blew the words into my ear softly, her fingers massaging my cock. "I like the feel of your thick cock in my hands" she whispered.

My hand slid up her skirt, along her leg until I came to her-

"That's right, I'm not wearing any panties" she whispered. "I want you to fuck me tonight," she said, her pouting lips begging me. "On this train. I miss your cock. Please, please?"

My fingers entered her, parting the silky and soft fur which guarded her cunt. That was the answer she wanted.

There were people not 20 feet away and I felt Wendy unbuckling my belt, unfastening my pants.

"You like my hands in your pants, don't you Baby?" she cooed.

Before I could answer her the waiter was refilling our wine glasses, unaware that beneath the table we were feeling one another up, probing and stroking.

She leaned over and whispered "There's a long tunnel up ahead." "Good," I said.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the conductor announced, "up ahead is the Fletcher Tunnel, which is 3.5 miles long."

As the train passed into the darkness of the tunnel the lights flickered. Wendy dropped beneath the table and began to lick and suck on my inflamed cock. I reached down and held her head against my thrusting love log, her tongue encircled my cock again and again.

She whispered "Let's get out of here."

I zipped my pants up, and helping Wendy up in the darkened train car we slipped out the back, past the coat rack. I grabbed the coats as we went by.

"There's a mail car behind us," she said, leading me by the hand. "I hope no one's in there."

The car was empty and dark. There were some chairs, and apparently people rode back here from time to time, but there was no one but us at the moment. I locked the door.

"Oh God I need this inside of me," she said taking my pants down and stroking my cock. We french-kissed, our tongues darting back and forth, raping one anothers' mouths. Meanwhile our hands were probing cock and pussy.

I lifted her up, still kissing her passionately, and impaled her red bush and cunt on my cock. "Here's a rail for you to ride Baby!"

"Oh yeah! Fuck me right up under my dress!" she cooed as her tongue entered my ear. She began to hump me, to rotate faster.

"Slow down Wendy, I've been missing this pussy. Let's fuck slow."

"Yes!" She panted. "Fuck slowly. Very slowly."

I waddled over to a table, still with the redhaired girl impaled on my cock. Maybe they used to sort mail on the table? I laid her on her back with her legs hanging over.

"Spread your pussy for me Baby," I grunted, forcing my tongue down the square neck opening of her dress and finding her tits.

She reached down with both hands and held her legs further apart.

"I like the freckles on your tits you know?"

"You can cum all over them, okay?" She said. "Oooh, that fat prick feels so good inside me!"

I pulled her breasts from the cups and sucked on the nipples, continuing to ram my stiff cock into her warm and moist twat.

"Oh the motion of the train makes it so much better," she cried, grasping my ass and pulling me further into her.

"Are you gonna cum?" She asked me, her body wriggling beneath me, her breath coming in gasps. "I'm cumming" she said, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth opening, her cunt twitching as if she were being electrocuted.

I pulled out of her flowing pussy and walked to the other end of the table where she hung her head over upside down and took my fuck stick in her mouth. The round shape of her red lips closed on my cock, lipstick being smudged up and down the shaft until there were red stripes on my large pink member.

Oh God I could walk into her clear up to where my balls were against her nose. My cock down her throat completely it felt like.

She pushed me off of her, looked up and said "Now this is deepthroat! Why didn't we try this table shit before?"

She grasped my quivering dick and rammed it down her throat again.

The rocking motion of the train just intensified the sensation. Riding the rails was fun. Riding this chick on the rails was even better.

I climbed on top of Wendy on the table and began to give her 69. Below and beneath me I could feel and hear her slurping as hard as she could on my cock and balls.

"If I let you cum in my mouth will you have enough to put other places?" she called out.

"You know I will. Just swallow my load and keep me hard and I'll keep fucking you."

"No problem Baby," she said. "Oooh, here it comes."

I felt my balls strain as I pumped my first load into her mouth. Her clit vibrated and her cunt lips puckered up as she received my cum.

When she had swallowed and licked me clean she presented her ass, arching it high on the table, the rails gently rocking.

"I wonder if the dinner theatre group is missing us?" I said, licking a finger and inserting it in Wendy's asshole.

"I don't give a fuck," Wendy said, looking back over her shoulder. "Enter me."

She screamed when I pounded my wet cock into her moist bunghole in one motion. As I had been doing lately when I first entered a woman, I paused and let her feel the length and weight, the pulsation of my cock inside her.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh my fucking-it's throbbing inside me-fuck me with it-it's so big inside my little asshole-fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

As I felt the train stop and begin its backwards journey to the depot I rammed Wendy's ass. In about 5 minutes she spasmed and orgasmed, and I filled her ass with a creamy load.

She caught the cum as it dripped out of her ass and ate it, licking her fingers. I munched on her cunt, savoring the sweet and tangy taste of her juices.

We wiped ourselves off then realized we had stained her dress and black stockings with cum. Fortunately we had the coats, so upon returning to the dining car she wore her coat, saying she had gotten cold.

No one asked where we had been for 20 minutes. If they didn't know then they didn't deserve to know.

Disembarking from the train the conductor asked how our dinner train experience had been. "I enjoyed riding the rails" Wendy said, winking at me.

"So," I began, standing at the door of her Volkswagen, "where does this leave us?"

"What do you mean?" she said, puzzled.

"I mean was this a one-time deal?"

"Well, I hope not! What do you take me for Larry? Some cheap piece of ass? Someone you can pick up on the street and screw?"

"Anything but that My Dear," I said, stroking her hair from her eyes. "Do you have plans for the rest of the evening Wendy?"

"Well, no-"

"Then how about we go somewhere and unwind?"

"What do you mean by 'unwind'?" she asked. I took her hand and inserted it in my pants. My hungry cock slipped into her palm.

We met back at my house. She stopped and got some things from her apartment.

The green cum-soaked dress came off as soon as the front door closed. I peeled her coat off, took her high heel shoes, unzipped her tight dress and pulled it over her head. It left her hair messy, but that looked so good as she went down on me in the livingroom, getting me harder than I thought I could get after the train adventure.

Droplets of pre-cum forming on my cum slit, I spread-eagled her against the breakfast counter and went up and under her, entering that sweet red pussy from the rear. I squeezed her nipples as I drove her up on her toes again and again. Her pussy throbbed with the bobbing of my 10 inch penis inside her, and then with a gasp she came.

"Let's take a bath" she said. I followed her to the bathroom, my cock and balls still full of sperm for my classy redhaired nympho.

She produced a dildo from her bag, but I told her we didn't serve artificial beef here, and I'd give her all the meat she wanted and more.

We drew a warm bath, stripped and I got in first. She got in and straddled me. "Run that fuck stick up inside me, okay" she said and sat on my cock. Slowly she raised and lowered herself, moaning. "Mmmm, oh my God. Mmmm-ahhhh-oooh-fills my cunt up-oh yeah-wait a minute-"

Wendy climbed off of me, took a deep breath and went below the surface of the water. It's sort of a large tub.

I felt a nibble on my cock. "Do you suppose this is like fishing Professor?" she asked coming up for air.

Well I'd never had a nibble like this before.

"If it is, I like the bait," she smiled and licked my cock from stem to tip.

"Maybe this is a catfish?" I said.

"Close-pussy fish" she giggled and went under water again, and took the length of my cock in her mouth.

A moment later I was pumping my balls out into her mouth. She surfaced enough to get some air into her nose, then she went under again, little bubbles let me know she was swallowing everything I was pumping into her. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I almost passed out it felt so good.

"God Wendy, that's another one we discovered tonight," I said when I had recovered.

"You like that huh?" she said, capturing a glob of sperm from the bathwater and eating it.

I toweled her off and carried her to my bed.

"This kingsize bed is too large, I won't be able to find you when I want you" she said as my tongue found her dripping cunt.

"Don't worry about that," I said, taking a breath as my tongue lapped her cunt, growing to taste increasingly of her juices. "I'm thinking that I might fall asleep with my cock inside you."

"I'd fuck you in your sleep," she said, laying back to enjoy being eaten out.

I did stick it in her when she fell asleep, but that was all I could manage to do before falling asleep at 1:30. When I awoke she was making coffee and toast wearing a T-shirt and a pair of striped panties.

For good meaure I pulled the panties aside and inserted my dick in her from behind.

"I take it you like fucking me, eh?" She said, leaning over the kitchen sink as my cock ran back and forth inside her. "spread me Baby, fuck me deep."

"I take it you like being fucked?" I countered.

"Ooooh, every day-and-uhh-in every goddam way!"

The toast was burned by the time we got to it.

After she reached orgasm I laid her on the breakfast table and gave her another semen milkshake instead. Plenty of nutrition, and much more fun.