Chapter 3
"What do you mean the train tracks have been blown up?" barked Chet at the Jordanian train conductor. "What does that mean?"
"In the Middle East," explained the swarthy, chisel-faced conductor, "one must be prepared for inconveniences of all kinds. We believe it is the work of Iranian terrorists, since Jordan is, as you Americans know," he put in with bushy, arched eyebrows, "are on the side of Iraq."
"A lot of good that does us," mumbled Karen, then tutting with a sigh.
The hour approached sunrise. Outside their window a hint of pink streamed in elegant ribbons over the wind-rippled sand with steely fingers poking into the arid waste. Neither had slept well in the train compartment and irritability from repetitious delays shortened her Irish temper.
'That means we're stuck here out in the middle of the desert until they fix the tracks, is that right?" she snapped at the chocolate eyed conductor who nodded affirmatively in a slump shouldered bow.
'That's just great!" Karen stared up at Chet as if this inconvenience were his fault.
Chet took one look at the tired emerald eyes, pleading for a decent night's sleep and, taking the conductor by the elbow, pivoted him into outside the compartment. He drew a handful of assorted Lebanese, Jordanian and Syrian coins out of his pocket and shoved them into the conductor's fist. "You think you might find us a sleeper?"
The conductor balked.
"Karen and I need time alone," he insinuated, offering the conductor one of those you-should-understand-because-you're-a-man smiles. "You see, I picked up this French lace lingerie for her in Milday's in Beirut, and I want to make it a special occasion."
"French panties . . . lace, ah ha . . . I see." the conductor scratched his chin, the muscles in his jaws meshing. Rattling the coins into his pocket he crossed his arms over his uniformed chest and shifted his weight. "I suggest, you Americans do not lock your sleeper which I have agreed to find for you." He spread his hands. "In case of attack.. . . "
As Chet threw the luggage up onto the top bunk in their air-tight sleeper keeping the satchel below, something struck him as weird. The conductor didn't have a Lebanese accent like the airline stewardess, or come to think of it, like any other service people at the train depot or airport. He sounded more Arabic than . . . Don't let your paranoia run away with you, Bentley. You need rest to clear your head.
Karen kicked off her shoes and peeled off her suit and blouse, until she lay on her back staring up at the bedsprings of the bunk above them. Cascades of flaming red hair, tussled and unbrushed, tumbled about her naked, creamy shoulders. Her eyes followed Chefs deft fingers as, standing with head bent to avoid collision with the six foot ceiling, he stripped naked.
"I'm getting tired of feeling like a hostage in a war zone, Chet."
"Don't think about it," he appealed, getting down almost to his knees to crawl in beside her. "When you're in a better mood, I have a surprise for you."
Her eyes saucered. 'That was a heck of a surprise last night.. . . " She blushed, hoping lovemaking with Chet would dispel the recriminations she had suffered ever since the outrageous scene with the Lebanese stewardess. Yet, she had to admit that the experience taught her that her own sexual inclinations were a little less normal than she'd realized! Chalking it up to
Arabic influence and foreign travel, she decided not to think about it. Things had a way of working themselves out, and circumstances have a way of helping, too.
He interpreted the stress in her voice. "Think some old fashioned lovemaking would cure your guilt?" Facing her, the voluptuous redhead suddenly drew in her breath as she felt his finger come into contact with her nearly naked flesh as she lay in her black satin brassiere and panties to match.
An electrifying shock charged through her body as she felt him stroke gently towards the top of her thighs. A moment later, he raised himself up on one elbow and with the palm of his warm hand, cupped the full mound of one swelling breast.
"Let's take that off," he breathed.
"Again? In this heat?"
Removing his fingers from her warm thigh, he guided one of her tiny hands towards his loins. She felt the hard rubbery head of his cock nosing against her skin. As the hotly throbbing shaft grazed rigidly into her palm, she gasped and muttered a protest. "Really, Chet.. . so soon after?"
Karen's squeal of protest changed to a moan of pleasure as he stripped off the warmth of her brassiere and panties and kissed her on the lips. He moved the palm of his hand over the shifting mound of her firm young breast, teasing the nipple so that the tender bud of flesh hardened and stood up stiffly erect under his rotating caress.
Releasing her hand, he stroked her thigh again, feeling the nudity quiver under his touch. Karen mewled with delight as the tip of his outstretched middle finger found the narrow, swollen slit of her vagina, hesitated, and then gently thrust into the wetly throbbing flesh. Her hips arched up from the mattress as his probing finger parted her softly curling pussy hairs and made tantalizing contact with the quivering button of her clitoris.
The tiny shaft of flesh was already wet and slippery from the unexpected desire of laying naked with the man she loved. She sucked in her breath to hold back the groan of helpless ecstasy she felt building deep in her rapidly rising and falling chest.
Chet shifted the hand on her breast to give its twin equal attention, and his other massaged the hairy length of her desire-soaked vaginal furrow. Maddeningly, he stroked the wetly throbbing inner lips of her tight young cunt, circling his middle finger around the swelling head of her clitoris as she squirmed and writhed on the cool sheet on the bunk bed.
"Feel me, touch me," he breathed.
It was a request she couldn't deny. Her own fingers clasped around the hardened shaft of his penis, rolling the loose sheath of the foreskin up and down the massively rigid pole of masculinity.
He smiled at her, his pearly teeth making striking contrast to the ruddy tan of his cheeks from a week of Beirut sunshine. His bruises had healed astonishingly overnight; the swelling had gone down.
"God, you know how to turn me on!" he panted. "Oh, my dear Karen."
Staring at her with passion widened eyes, he eased his hips across her pelvis so that her fingers and the hot stalk of his cock were trapped between her warm thighs.
His penis felt enormous, and it was! Her slender fingers could just reach around the sinewy hardness of the blood-engorged shaft. The bulbous head was squashed wetly in her clenched palm, seeping its seminal juices between her fingers to guide a sticky path across her softly trembling belly. As he'd taught her to do, she smoothed the lubricating juice around the penis, rubbing it into the folds of his foreskin so that it was slick and ready. Chet was a good teacher when it came to lovemaking.
Chet groaned in lusty desire and smashed his mouth down on her wetly parted lips to plunge his tongue deep into Karen's throat. Forcing his hands between her shoulders and the mattress, he ran them over the soft curves of her back and hips, feeling the raised ripple of her spine as she undulated her perspiration sheened body up against him in a hypnotic motion. Her legs pulled apart, her thighs spread of their own volition and he sank down between them, the tautness of her tendons hard against the outside of his hips. He knew how great they'd feel later when he'd buried the domineering hardness of his cock deep up into that quivering little belly.
The American filmmaker panted hoarsely and shoved his sweat-warmed hands further down beneath her, cupping the firm fullness of her buttocks in his palms and pulling her hotly open loins up tighter against him. Slowly, he began to move up and down, sliding his lubricated shaft in and out of her feverishly clutching fingers, feeling it grow hotter and harder and wetter with every thrust of his strong loins. The claustrophobic hotness of the train's sleeper, rivers of perspiration coursed down the crinkled skin of his testicles to mingle with the dampness seeping from her wetly gaping cunt.
The erotically aroused redhead moved her ass cheeks in urgent circles, grinding her cock hungry little pussy up against Chefs thighs. Guiding her motions with the dominance of a male lover, she snaked her legs wide on either side of him, and locked him to her. Her heels hooked over the backs of his knees and her calves, sweating from the humid Jordanian air, pinioned his shuddering thighs and pulled him tighter to her.
"Ohhh, Chet. . . " she gasped into his open mouth, her eyes tightly shut and her pelvis writhing uncontrollably beneath his weight.
Moaning with desire, Chet began to shift his hips, dragging a warm hand out from under her quivering ass cheeks to reach for his hotly throbbing penis. But the girl was too quick for him, and she pulled the slippery shaft of hardened flesh across her belly, rolling his thick penis toward her pussy. Their sticky fingers met around the rock-hard pole of flesh, sending waves of shivering excitement through each of them as together they guided the hot pulsating head between the fevered lips of her passionately trembling cunt.
Chet panted wildly as she slid his penis up and down between her legs, teasing it damply against the crinkly hairs of her pussy, forcing the blood engorged pole of flesh into greater hardness until it ached intolerably from the agonizing pressure within the veins. Reaching down with her other hand, she used her thumb and forefinger to spread her vaginal lips apart.
The feel of her tight, young pussy opening for the head of his cock, brought a deep animalish groan from Chet's lips. Who could hold back with a cock tease like this hot redhead! Ramming his hips down with a cruel thrust, he drove the thick bursting tip of his cock into the gaping mouth of Karen's trembling cunt with a flesh splitting surge.
"Aaaagghh!" whimpered Karen beneath him as he felt the warm sheath of her cunt slide wetly over his lust-hardened thickness.
"Ohhh!"
He rammed in deep as he could go, tearing another moan from her parted lips, louder and with more feeling this time. "OOOHHAAAHHH!"
Chet levered himself up on his hands to gain more power, then thrust again. His relentlessly boring rod of searing hot flesh forced its way another inch into her warmly clasping cuntal hole.
"Ohhh!"
And another inch deeper. "Aaagghhh!"
He bored into her wetly seeping folds deeper still. Then he stopped, feeling his sensitive cock head bang against the spongy tip of her cervix. It felt tight and hot, aching the full length of his rigidly pulsating shaft . . . her cuntal lubrications eased the way, and now his cock head was firmly jarred against her cervix as his heavy, sperm-bloated testicles slapped wetly into the wide split crevice between her ass cheeks.
Karen's lips parted in a low animal cry. She was pinned to the bunk bed mattress, unable to move. The muscular filmmaker lay still for a moment with his long hard penis embedded to the hilt in her moistly clasping vagina, waiting for the shock of his brutal entry to subside into a warm glow of eroticism. Far up in the trembling girl's belly, he flexed the inflated head until Karen groaned, her teeth clenching between passion-drawn lips. He flexed the head again . . . and she groaned. It turned to a mewl of desire as her hot passage expanded to clasp the pulsing length of male flesh within.
Then Chet began a slow revolving motion of his pelvis, grinding his massive hardness tightly into her naked loins, expanding the caressing walls of her vagina until her cunt fitted his pulsating shaft like a glove. Karen squirmed from side to side as she strained under his weight, arching up her hips to lift them both off the bed. Crooning with desire under his pounding body, the lust-inflamed redhead began to open and close her legs scissor-like around him as she thrust upwards to meet him on each spearing plunge.
Her mouth gaped wide. Her red hair flung from side to side on the white sheet warmed with their damp perspiration. As Chet drove his penis rhythmically into the hot wetness of her pussy, a stream of warm moisture ran down the widespread crevice between her legs to saturate his fingers where he felt his own hard rod of flesh sawing away into the hairy lips of her tight young cunt.
He massaged the warm softness of her buttocks, and felt his cock growing hard inside her clasping little cuntal hole until he was sure it would burst from the exquisite milking pressure of her caressing cuntal walls. His balls slapped wetly against her nakedly rotating ass cheeks below. It wouldn't be long now, he knew, hearing the blood sing in his ears. Christ, he hoped she was ready to cum too . . . nothing as embarrassing as leaving a woman hanging on the edge of orgasm!
He rammed his penis into her with long, hard stroke, striving to excite her to that peak of climax. Their sweating, undulating bodies streamed with sweat as the ground frantically against one another. Her swelling breasts scraped voluptuously against the matted hair of his pounding chest. Their bellies slapped lewdly together in the damp heat of the room. Their thighs glided over one another as easily as the greased shaft of his cock plunged into her cunt.
Chet could tell Karen was broaching the precipice of orgasm. She gripped him frantically with her ankles and knees, opening and closing around him in time with his surging thrusts into her hotly palpitating pussy. Beneath him, she gurgled and mewled, hissed and drooled. He knew it couldn't be long now . . . with that hope, he plunged into her with merciless speed.
"Aaaahhgghh!" she chanted, spurring him on with pounding heels riding high on his muscular back. She jackknifed her legs up towards her shoulders, pulling her knees back savagely to offer him the widest possible opening of her loins. Her body was steaming with desire. She clasped him with the backs of her calves, winding her tapered legs around his nakedly pumping buttocks as her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head. Her ankles locked together above his hips as she ground her ravenous cunt up and down his pulsating shaft as it fucked into her with maddening power.
Her face contorted with lust as she strained for the final explosion that would set her free of this maddening lust! So close, so close. Almost.
And then.. . .
The friction of her moist elastic cuntal walls sucking at his throbbing cock did it for Chet! An irresistible flood of feeling built up in the nerve ends deep in his sperm filled balls and surged relentlessly outwards-a wave of white hot passion broke within his body and pounded in his ears.
He hoped to God the force of his climax would make Karen cum too! Shuddering, he gasped. His mouth clamped voraciously down on hers and then he uttered a groan that swelled to a cry of victory as his lust-hardened cock jerked uncontrollably and spewed hot sperm far up into her wildly clasping pussy. She felt it gush against her cervix in torrents, forcing her closer to orgasm with each scalding spurt.. . and as he had hoped, the fury of his climax triggered off Karen's.
Wrenching her lips away from his, she opened her mouth and screamed so loud Chet had to silence her cries with a kiss. Her naked heels drummed in a furious tattoo on his pumping ass cheeks, pounding at his sweating flesh as she sobbed her ecstasy into his mouth. She squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks up against his now deflating penis to trap it within her. Her seething belly ground frantically against his tense loins. For both of them it was a timeless moment of space and time.. . there was no train stuck in a desert, no war over the Persian Gulf, no attacks, no worries.
When it was over, Chet expired a sigh and collapsed limply between Karen's lowered thighs, his softening cock slipping wetly from her well-fucked pussy with a lewd sucking sound. His lips nibbled gently at the soft skin of her warm neck, dipping under the curls of her red hair. He closed his eyes, giving himself into the feeling.
In the airtight compartment, Karen lay quietly on the narrow bed, listening to his breathing and feeling the slowing of her own pulse. Drowsy and contented, she felt calm and completed. Tenderly, she kissed Chet on the forehead and cuddled into his shoulder. A trickle of tension returned to haunt her for a fleeting moment. When would the train move again? To where . . . how far had the war spread since she'd left the States such a short time ago? The attacks on Chet, by whom and why?
She nudged him with her shoulder, a smile growing over her lips. Had he forgotten about the surprise?
Tiredly, she glanced about the stuffy room, her eyes falling upon the door. Karen blinked, panic racing like ice water in her veins.
"CHET! Somebody's coming through the door!" she screamed wildly.
She jabbed Chet desperately. The door flew open and a lean figure with a black hatchet man's mask over his head and a gleaming knife in his hand leapt into the sleeper car.
Chet was exhausted . . . but he was sober and his mind snapped back to alertness. In the split second before Karen had screamed, he had sensed the stiffening of her muscles, heard the sudden intake of breath and flicked his eye sideways to see the door opening. By the time Karen's cry had burst into the silence of the steaming hot room, his brain had already telegraphed a warning to his muscles and nerve ends. That Special Forces training again.
As the Marines had taught him in hand-to-hand combat, he didn't try to roll away from the assailant, he went for him.
like a bedspring, his steely body uncoiled; wrapping his arms around Karen's shoulders, he rolled over her and forced her to the inside next to the wall.
The attacker hurled himself onto the bed just as Chet rolled under him onto the floor and Karen scrambled nakedly to the foot of the bed and crawled beneath. The knife blade plunged into the mattress still warm from their lovemaking, where Karen and Chet had been lying two seconds before. The black hooded mask reduced the attacker's peripheral vision to his disadvantage and, by the time he'd retrieved his knife from the ripped mattress, Chet had time to plan action.
Scrambling onto the top bunk bed, Chet tore the sheet from the creaking bedspring. Whoosh! The cold steel blade jabbed at his naked belly; Chet whirled to one side, twisting away from the murderous steel and slammed the edge of his hand brutally down on the intruder's forearm in a swift karate chop.
Grumbling in pain, the knife man clapped his free hand to the injured arm and thrust a second time, this time grazing Chet's upper arm. But Chet was ready this time. As the assassin drew back for another lunge, Chet tossed the wadded up sheet over the man's head.
Beneath the lower bunk, Karen's lush young body trembled in terror. She heard the clang of the knife hitting the metal edge of the creaking bunk, heard the grunts of pain and raised her hand to her mouth in pure terror.
Chet's arm seared with pain. Blood dribbled onto his chest, his belly and splattered on the walls. The sight of his own blood enraged him. As the assailant tearing at the sheet, pulled off the black hood and charged again, Chet recognized him as the conductor.
"Dirty sonofabitch," grumbled the American, grabbing the Halliburton steel case housing his movie camera and flinging it with all his strength at the man crawling up onto the upper bunt, knife dripping with Chet's blood clutched in his fist. Automatically, the assailant's arms flew up to protect his head from the heavy case, but the weighty steel and its contents knocked him backwards over the edge of the bunk.
That's when Chet took a nosedive off the top bunk. His lips thinned in s snarl of fury and his eyes blazed with rage. Chefs shoulder caught the man on the thighs and knocked him off balance so that the knife swung in the air above Chefs head, then tumbled to the floor. For a moment the two of them tangled in a hydra of arms and legs in the cramped space legs kicking under the bed where Karen lay cringing. Then Chefs strong fingers closed around the assailant's wrist below the knife blade's handle and forced it high above his swarthy face.
Eyeball to eyeball, the American and Middle Eastern conductor glared murderously at each other. Panting, lungs burning for air, they locked together in the suggestive position of lovemaking. Gritting his teeth with the effort, Chet pinioned the man's free hand under his arm and used his superior strength to roll over on top. Then, using an old Marine trick in terrorism, he grunted out a murderous growl as every sinew in his body tensed and he tried to bend back the hand grasping the knife and force the assailant to drop his weapon.
The sinewy attacker's tendons corded as he strove desperately to fight the pressure of the ex-Marine's powerful grip. Beads of sweat popped out on his swarthy forehead and he showed a gold tooth as he gritted his teeth, struggling to break the American's grip and plunge the blood dripping knife blade into his back. His lips went taut as a wild dog, and his smoky breath hissed up over Chefs handsome features.
Under the bed, Karen let out a cry of helplessness. From her vantage point only Chefs naked hairy legs and the assailant's dark painted ones was all she could see. Biting her lip until it bled, her fists balled up for action, she lunged, propelling herself out from under the bed in attempt to grab the assailant's arm.
But her timing was half a second off. Chet's steely body had spasmed into a tighter grip. The sudden movement behind him caught Chet off guard, as he relaxed his concentration.
That was enough for the assailant. Thrusting a springy foot against the American's ankle, he kicked Chet's leg aside and brought up his other knee to crash into the naked American's testicles.
Chet gritted his teeth in a choked cry of pain. He rolled off the attacker's stomach and let go the knife blade hand to grasp his balls.
Karen screamed. Down on her haunches above the assailant's head and out of his line of vision, she watched in horror as the assassin rose to his feet and raised the knife high in the air to plunge it into Chet's heart. With adrenalin-powered strength, she picked up the steel Halliburton case and brought it crashing down on the back of the man's head.
The assailant crashed to the floor, the knife fluttering from his hand. He fell face down, his body draped over Chet's spasming thighs.
Chet ripped off the mask. It was the conductor.