Rosie had always loved trains. Everything about them drew her in, from the stoic way they danced across the plains to the ephemeral trail of smoke they pumped into the pure blue sky. The 4-4-0 she was traveling on wailed plaintively as it left the station and picked up speed. If she hadn’t already been occupied with living a life of sin, she would surely have found an honest job tending the coals or maintaining the railroad lines. For now, though, it was hard to beat the thrill of a high-stakes robbery. She was no murderer, but those unfortunate enough to cross her path had no idea how far she would go to get what she wanted. Most of the time, the gold she spirited away was reward enough. Lately, however, she had come to appreciate the subtler details of her crimes: the mix of hatred and fear in her victims’ eyes, the pause most people had before reluctantly entering the combination to a safe, the defeated posture of a man who lost it all.
Through one of her many connections, she got a tip about a safe with a significant amount of gold making its way to Santa Fe. After a bit of her own research, she gleaned that security would be light to avoid drawing too much attention and bought a ticket for the same route. As the train wandered on, she had done some wandering of her own, and narrowed down the safe’s location to one of two cars near the head of the train. Nobody in these cars stood out as a lawman, but if this trip was as discreet as her investigation would suggest, there could be multiple guards working undercover. The first of these was a passenger car, with a handful of bored-looking travelers and not much else. It seemed unlikely that a safe could be secreted away from prying eyes with so much empty room, so she focused her search on the second.
Unlike the first coach, the second was packed with assorted goods, bags of grain, and heaps of mail. Surprisingly, it all appeared unguarded for the moment. Making the most of the opportunity, Rosie crouched down and started pawing eagerly through the cacophony of crates. After some searching, she noticed a suspiciously inconspicuous wooden crate resting on a large box stamped with “Union Pacific”. As she went up onto her toes to get a closer look, though, she felt a pair of hands lock around her waist, pull her down, and press her against the nearest crate.
“What do you find so compelling about such a boring box?” a voice rumbled in her ear. She risked a glance back over her shoulder and found the voice belonged to one of the passengers she overlooked earlier. He already had his revolver cocked and ready, but it was still pointed at the ground. When she saw him before, she had noticed a bulge in his pants but dismissed it as the side effect of an overactive imagination during the long trip. Curiously, a bulge remained in his tan cotton pants even though the revolver he was hiding earlier was now free of its fabric prison.
Still pressed against the Union Pacific box, she heaved a breathy sigh and shifted her weight in anticipation of her next move. “I guess I’ve always been curious about hidden packages,” she replied as she thrust her hips back into the lawman. She felt him stiffen and a quiet gasp escaped from his lips. This could be her way out.
His grip on her left hip loosened as his hand started to trace gentle lines up and down her waist. Grinding small figure eights at first, she increased in intensity as he swelled in appreciation.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to get off…” he groaned as she gave a particularly spirited thrust, “…this train a free woman.”
Rosie spun around and locked her right hand with the now-sweaty left hand he’d been using to stroke her waist. The revolver clattered on the ground as he wrapped himself around her and drew her close for an urgent, tight-lipped kiss.
“I’m not afraid of a little hard work,” she gushed after pulling back for a breath of humid air.
With a shove, she pushed him onto the floor of the railcar as a puff of dust outlined his slim figure. Their tongues danced as she settled onto his hips and continued rubbing her dampened pantaloons against the hard outline of his cock.
They locked eyes as they felt the train slowing down, but it was too late to stop. With a hurried set of movements, he slipped out of his pants as she desperately ripped a hole in her undergarments. The first whistle blew as she lowered herself onto him with a satisfied moan. His hands nervously jumped from her thighs to under her shirt. There was too much to explore and so little time left before someone would inevitably stumble into their traincar. The small of her back and her hips received precious few moments of attention as she continued to guide him in and out, pausing for a moment each time she took his full length to rub herself against his slick body. The second whistle blew and she picked up the pace. From the grimace on his face and his tightly-closed eyes, she could tell he was trying his best to keep from coming. She was close too, and with one final stroke she shuddered as a wave of pleasure swept through her body. His eyes burst open as he finally released his load, arching his back and letting out a guttural groan as the third whistle sounded.
They shared one last kiss before they tried to clean themselves up and went their separate ways. By now, the train had slowed to a crawl, so Rosie hopped out onto the ground as the lawman returned to gather his luggage along with the rest of the passengers. Before disappearing into Santa Fe, she glanced through the window as he stared back out at her with a smile.
Some things were worth more than a bit of gold.