Chapter 4
- 'A telegram for you Mister' -
I took the Western Union folded paper and slit open the edge.
- 'Your aunt Mathilda died' - Funeral Tuesday-Be there important'- signed Isabel.
Isabel is my sister and my aunt Mathilda was the sister of my father. It was never able to get along with her. But if the family needed me there was nothing else to do. I would have to take a train to Chicago.
I decided to take the night train. My boss gave me two days off but was a bit suspicious when I told him that my aunt died. Wasn't this the normal excuse ? He probable thought I could at least have some originality and try another excuse.
However he gave me an advance on my month's salary ; so I chose first class coach as my means of travel. I would be able to sleep in reclining chairs and have a fresh pillow at my head, and thus arrive in Chicago good and relaxed.
When I entered the train and took my place, I noticed a distinguished looking lady sitting beside me. She was wearing a light fur and the baggage she was carrying was of first-class leather. Her perfume was exquisite.
The chairs were arranged in such a way that the reclining chairs opposite us gave us full view of our fellow passengers. One was a service man and the other a daughty old spinster.
My luxurious partner with the handsome fur paid no attention to my presence and her bearing was an icy one. She slipped a blanket across her legs inclined her head and shut her eyes.
The only thing for me to do in such cool company was to try to get some sleep myself.
The train lights dimmed at eleven and I was still awake. The knee of my pretty train companion slipped out from her blanket and rubbed against mine. The very thought of sitting next to such an elegant morsel filled me with warm impulses and I was really hurt by the reception she showed me. If it were not for her coldness I would have like to exchange conversation with her. But here in the semi-dark with a warm knee thrust against my thigh, I was left to bear the rush of boiling blood throb at my temples.
An adventure in a sleeping coach. My friends had told me of the advantages of this mode of travel, but it hud always seemed far-fetched to me. No, there certainly wasn't any 'danger here.
About midnight, I imagine it was, she unconsciously snuggled over to me drawing her two knees up to my vest. Her skirt was half-way up between her rounded shapely kneee and the great sea of dark mystery. Her thighs were long
She let out a little whimper like a cat which was having a soft dream. I couldn't see very much j she was wrapped under the warm blanket, snug in her mellow sleep.
I turned toward the young lady and played the part of the lost sleeper who feels he is at home and forgets that he is just in a train. Unconsciously my hand rubbed against her knee. The very touch forced me to go on higher.
I hesitated for a few seconds and wondered about the circumstances that might take charge if I went too far. The scandal in a train when
I should be concerned with a funeral I was going to. I could well see some wide awake voyager looking in on the scene and then in a frenzy pulling the switch and stopping the train. The conductor would come and I would be carted off.
Well it was either my imagination or my adventurous spirit which would win. My hand slid along the inner wall of her leg and rested there. No sign of life. It took a good fifteen minutes for my hand to creep up to the fleshy part were her silk stockings were fastened. She moaned like a baby and seemed to snuggle closer.
A soft breathing filled with a delicate perfume alighted on my cheeks. My arm which was under her shoulder felt a slight pressure. If I was a victim of my imagination, I would have interpreted it as a sign to continue. Why give myself illusions ?
My hand cupped, her thigh. She stopped breathing and I could have sworn she was wide awake now. I remained there petrified waiting for a move on her part. My hand did not leave it's place. I was challenging every move and forcing the situation.
The old lady opposite us groaned and startled me. But I reassured myself that she was only having a presumptuous nightmare. Probably dreaming of a galaut suitor she once had and foolishly threw over for some absurd puritain reason. Her regrets marked her face like a road map.
It seemed impossible that my female partner was asleep. My imagination worked overtime and I felt my hand going higher until it reached that cherished land of tuft and honey. As my imageries wandered, she moved bruskly and adjusting herself, she uttered.
- 'Excuse me please I would like to pass' - she smiled sleepily as she walked by me.
That does it. What happened to her all of a sudden ? I slid into my chair completely puzzled. I called upon my reason which all great men will say is the only solution. After inducting and deducting, I finally came to the conclusion that she simply wanted to take some air which is really after all perfectly normal. She probably went to the toilet.
Then I altered my thought. No, it was quite unlikely that she would do this at such a moment when our intimacy was growing. I bounded up and blindly felt my way along the center isle. My direction ; the ladies room.
There was a light on, And yet the latch of the toilet was not locked. She certainly didn't come in here, I thought Simply checking, I turned the knob. My unknown friend was there. She looked at me without a word and seemed to feel that my presence there in the ladies room was nothing out of the ordinary. She wiped her lipstick leaning across the sink. Put her lipstick case hack in her night sack and then turned toward me.
She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and her lips approched my bewildered mouth. She remained unordinarily calm and her lips sealed against mine.
- 'What were you waiting for to fuck me, you idiot? - she said with deep seated eyes.
That was it. Our cards were on the table. She did not hesitate to draw up her skirl and I show her luscious legs behind a pair of expensive dark-colored nylons. She unloosened her silk under skirt and let it fall to the ground.
Then she went to the pot and sat on it with her legs nicely spread out. J could make out; a fine curly tuft of hair and an ardent smelt of a sensuous woman. Without caring a fig for my presence, she started to caress her lower region.
The spectacle almost made me wild. I unzipped my trousers ami my penis shot through like following timber. She leaned forward with great, hunger ; took my brandishing stick in her hand and gluttonily pushed it into her mouth. She sucked on it up and down, only intcrnpting this procedure with a few tongue strokes on the outride which skillfully took in the bulging balls of mine that throbbed with passion. Then she stopped and shook my rod two or three times to force out those cherished drops of liquid which excite most women to no end.
When she became good and excited, the woman in her came splashing out. The spectacle was radiant and it reached a wonderful high point of eroticism.
She turner herself on the seat of the toilet without the slightest qualms and presented me with two halfs of her apple, an ass of wide proportions and beaming white. Her nest was wet and her small button, the color of a rose petal signaled me to penetrate.
It wasn't a matter of duty it was the utmost pleasure which beckoned. I ripped into that great slippery hole. And what should normally have induced a violent reaction simply offered a cooing voice.
- 'Just stick the very end in'-she dictated.
I obeyed and soon found out that this elegant female was well-versed in the secrets of railway transportation. As the wagon cars moved in a standard fascinating rhthym my cock slipped in and out with the same regularity. The train whistle echoed my success. We were harmonizing with the movement of the express and our destination would soon be reached.
--'Now slip it in all the way right to the bottom' - she asked with hungry pants.
Her sex was deeper than I thought. I didn't get to the bottom, although I tried hard enough. I opened my trousers in order to get every inch in. I pressed so hard that my balls were half way in. Here I was doing my best when she complained outrageously.
- 'You dirty dog, can't you rip me open any better than that?--she wailed.
She was digging her nails into the plaster work. Those lovety painted nails of a wealthy woman. And there she was all mine huddled over a toilet seat. This sight stirred me all the more. I jammed my index finger in her ass-hole. She spun around and asked me to take her that way. With all I had a rammed into her and we rocked violently for some minutes before the booming explosion.
She let out with an 'Ahhhh' that must have been heard above the noise of the train. Our mutual liquids conjoined and rolled out on our sweat-filled limbs.
The train squeeled aud jarred and we were coming into a station. This means that there would be some new passengers in the isles.
- 'Get up quick'she ordered -
I zipped myself up, left the ladies room before a soul could take notice of me and nearly bowled over a heavily charged passneger. I reached my seat and happily noticed that everyone was fast asleep. With half -shut eyes I wandered in to that realm of soft dreams and my legs seemed to drift into nothingness.
When I opened my eyes, an elegant lady was beside me with a long cigarette holder leisurely banging from a hand, bronzed with red nails. She was still impeccably made up and her hair did not show the slightest trace of a tussle.
- 'Excuse me please I should like to regain my place'-she murmurred.
Once she was back in her reclining chair, I slipped an intelligent hand that warmly cupped her breast. Her hand intelligently met my wandering one and pushed it away. In fact, she moved as far from me as she possibly could. What was happening ? What did this all mean ?
Women, women. They had such odd ideas. Who could possibly follow them in all their varied gests ? We'll see what she does in the morning.
I woke up after dosing off just as the train pulled into South Bend. The old lady was awake and she as combing her hair and the service man was yawning in the mirror and checking to see whether he should shave. I turned to my lovely companion. Surprise among surprises, she was just as neat as when she entered the train the night before. Nothing had visibly changed.
- 'Good morning' - I risked.
She shot me an indifferent look which indicated she had no time to be bothered.
The train rolled into the station. My pretty night voyager called for a porter who quickly grabbed all her stately baggage. She put on her sport fur coat and bustled off, her high heels clicking at each assured step.
I couldn' help following her off the train. When I got off, I saw her rush up to a tall handsome young man. She stretched up on her toes and plunged a passionate hand in his entangled hair.
As I passed I could hear her mutter.
- 'Oh darling it's been so long'.-
I walked on a bit stupified. The passengers bad all taking their separate ways. The mist fell over the city. My mouth filled with heavy saliva and I spit with a bitter mouth. I came back to myself, shrugged my shoulders, and told my better half :
- 'That's the way it is, old fellow'-
I assisted at my aunt's funeral in Chicago and then ironically enough I was put on a slab for examination. It was for a violent eruption of my appendix. I was forced to stay in Chicago longer than I thought.
But let's not waguely totter off the subject at hand.
The funeral went well. That is, all the relations and good friends of my aunt reassembled for her last ovation. I looked them all over as is my custom. Among the rag-dolls of fifty and sixty was a delicious little cousin of mine. But my opening contact with her was cut short for my stormy undo intervened. A man of principles, he came strictly to the point.
- Von better not try anything with Lisa' - be warned.
Bo he warned me. It meant nothing. I wasn't bull-headed and besides why should I get into more trouble. It was better to leave well enough alone. He was right.
I was quite discrete in all my dealyigs following my aunt's death. The last few nights I was in Chicago, I decided to pay a visit to a friend of mine who was finishing up his studies at the University of Chicago. He lived along the Lake Shore.
He was in fine shape. We went out to dinner classicly. That is in pairs. He presented me two young ladies and he introduced them with labels:
This is Miss Jean Swanson, who has the neatest pair of breasts in town and here is Maudy Reynolds. She gives the best blow jobs in Chicago' - I was a combination of rapid thought and timidity. Who could, possibly decide of all the women in this great city, who could give the most tremendous of blows? This seemed to me a little far-fetched.
We dined in a Slavic restaurant; and had some extravagant dishes. We started with Borscht and drank some white wine and terminated with a Cognac. I was in a jolly mood and moved closer to the most beautiful teats in Chi..
Suddenly a pain shot through me and my friend (who was nobly called Peter) came to my side.
- 'What's wrong old fellow?' - he asked.
I reached over the shoulder of Joan and cupped her charms. Peter was right, they were amazing. The form was perfect and the nipples seemed to spring out of the blouse. Just when I was ready to make an acquaintance with this luscious lady another pain shot through me.
- 'You're doubling over pal' - he sympathised. 'What is it, your stomach ?' -
We were forced to say good night to our charming companions and Peter drove me off to some friends of his who worked in a hospital daring the night shift. They didn't leave me for a minute. In room 32 of the Dutton Hospital, the following morning I was on the way of recovering from an appendectomy. I woke up the next morning with a mouth full of antiseptic.
- 'You'll have to stay in bed for at least eight days before you can be up and around' - the doctor ordered. 'Then you can take a few steps around the hospital room' -
Three days after the operation I was eating normally. I was sitting up and enjoying the rest I was having. The nurse that was attached to my floor was a strong women with regular features and black hair that she kept neat against her oval head. She was about forty I would say and I had never imagined her in any other uniform than the usual white blouse and skirt of a hospital nurse.
Every morning and night she brought in the thermometer to take my temperature. My fever went down as could be expected and the night, it went to normal she came nearer to me then she had before. Probably to encourage me in my convalescence.
- You're telling lies' - she said. - 'It isn't possible that your temperature has already turned normal.
- Nevertheless I'll take it for myself - she affirmed.
I wasn't dreaming that a nurse of forty would shove a mercury tube up the ass hole of a twenty-five your old grown lad like myself. Well, if that was what had to be done, let's get it over with.
She made me roll over pull down my pajamas and then with a healthy slap on the ass, she planted the thin stick in my butt-hole.
One night she came in to tell me that she was the night nurse on duty. She had a strange troubled air about her. I asked her if she had slept well the night before. But she reassured me and told me that she spent a marvelous night.
Then the question turned on me and I told her I was feeling fit. She insisted that sick people never slept well during the night and she sat on my bed in motherly fashion.
- 'I think that I'll have to take care of that little beast of yours' - she smiled.
She rolled down the covers and before I could utter a word she took my cock in her fist- I was still under the influence of a stiff dose of medicaments, but in spite of that, I became quite excited and grew hard under her fine caresses.
She moved up and down on my rod and then changed hands without losing a stroke.
I wasn't long in coming. A rapid jet that throbbed like a tired muscle spurted the white liquid over her hand.
She was like an ardent worker. She got up wiped me off and then washed her hands.
- 'Good night my little one- she said soothingly. 'I know what ails the sick' -she winked.
I still don't know if that nurse was really an aid to the cause of suffering humanity or simply in quest of some personal excitement. Leaving the answer in doubt, let's hope that other patients receive the same treatment.