As a college sophomore, my friends and I decided to take one of those cut-rate, spring break student trips on a train to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico — back when it was still safe to take such excursions. The drive from Los Angeles to Mexicali, MX gave some insight into what the trip was to be like — wild, drunken and gritty. Once we boarded the “hell train south”, things began to become more than a bit surreal.
While I had enjoyed my share of wild adventures by that point in my life, those spring-break junkets to Mexico were nothing more than drunken sex fests. While my three (male) friends I was traveling with were generally more conservative than I, they all jumped in with both feet on our way down south and began to party hard. I sensed a need to throttle back and I did – at least one of us had to keep our wits about ourselves in this foreign land.
I was sitting by myself at the front of our train car when an absolute goddess appeared and asked if she could sit next to me? She was trying to flee the out of control carnival behind us. I invited her to have a seat. My brain was absolutely overwhelmed by the beauty and incongruity of this woman! She was a stunning coal-black woman who spoke in a posh British accent. She was a Dinka — born in the South Sudan and raised in England. She was a student at Oxford “on holiday” with some of her American friends.
She was a marvelous conversationalist with a keen mind and kind spirit. We talked about the out-of-control atmosphere of the trip and how it was a bit more than we had bargained for. As the hours passed by the partiers passed out, yet our conversation continued. We made out first stop on the trip and as others loaded up on more tequila and beer, we took a walk hand-on hand (for security) to stretch our legs.
Once the train began to roll once more I began to think about Anne in an intimate manner. While I had never considered a woman that looked or talked as she did (I had been conditioned to crave blond, air-headed Barbies) I couldn’t deny my growing desire for this woman. Her athletic body seemed to be sculpted from flawless obsidian. Her beautiful face belonged on the cover of National Geographic and there was that active mind and proper English accent!
Yet she seemed far too proper, far too too regal to despoil with my lustful needs and desires. No, she was out of my league. As our hours-long conversation began to slow I opened a compendium of English poetry. Anne’s eyes brightened and asked if she could read a long with me? With our heads perhaps an inch apart my desire for her began to intensify.
Out of no where I felt her lips softly kissing my cheek. I could feel her warm breath that smelled of peppermint as I turned me head to return her kiss. Ever so slowly over many, many miles our kisses because ever deeper and more soulful. We were even rooted on by the drunken debauchees behind us at regular intervals. We shared magnificent French kisses that seemed to last for hours at a time. She began to rub my chest as our kisses and embrace became ever more intimate.
Finally she excused herself to the (hideous) rest room after digging through one of her many matched leather suitcases. I sat there with my head spinning, certain she had come to her senses and was now revolted by my presence. I wasn’t bothered. We were nearing our destination and I could always join the party once we arrived. Anne returned from the rest room wearing a smart cotton summer dress sans all underwear.
She sat on my lap, arms around my neck and just gazed at me. My loins began to burn with passion. I stood, setting her softly in the seat and after rummaging through my duffle bag made my own trip to the lavatory. I returned after sprucing-up and brushing my teeth wearing a pair of boxers that passed as trucks and an unbuttoned casual shirt. Anne sat back down on my lap and I very naturally began to suckle on her pert breasts. I could feel her entire body shiver as I bit down with exactly enough pressure on her candy-like nipples.
After many miles of kissing and sucking her gorgeous tits she did something truly unexpected. She discreetly pulled down my shorts and with her back to me, slowly lowered herself over my steel-hard cock. Her impossibly wet, hot and tight pussy felt magnificent! The feeling was indescribably sexy! I have no idea how my overly swollen cock fit into her lithe body. Amply covered by her dress our act was not obscene but it obvious that we were locked ino coitus. Neither of us had to expend any energy whatsoever. The motion and vibration of the train did all the work.
I could feel myself continue to swell ever larger inside of her. I could feel her climax again and again. How many times? 10? 20? 30? It was impossible to tell after awhile. The train’s motion was supercharging her pleasure. Less than an hour before we finally hit Puerto Vallarta I finally erupted inside of her. My entire body violently convulsed as I began to pump spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep into her delicious body. Her tight pussy was literally milking the cum from my cock as I moaned in ecstasy.
When I had finally finished filling her with my hot sperm, she carefully stood-up and spread her legs for me once my mouth was securely fastened around her opening. Delicate little Anne became just a touch assertive as she ground her pussy into my face. After I drank my cum from her honey pot I snaked my tongue as deep as I could inside of her while my stubbled chin rubbed against her impossibly smooth inner thighs. Her moans of pleasure were music to my ears! My lips then focused on her engorged clit which I sucked and nibbled with great passion and care. After climaxing one final time she ever so discreetly pulled-on a very sexy pair of hot pink panties and sat down next to me, totally exhausted, snuggling closely.
Most of the car erupted in drunken applause! We had become the side show for that night! While I would have usually been mortally embarrassed, the cheering actually felt great.
Anne and I spent the next 9 days as lovers. We left the bedroom only to eat, to walk and to prepare for our next intimate adventure. We shared sexual intimacy that would ultimately make the trip down seem rather restrained in comparison. The trip back was the grand finale. While others suffered from days of drug and alcohol abuse, we once again shared the motion and vibration of the railroad all the way home…
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