Kat's Train Adventure Ch. 02

We arrived at the Omaha station just as the sun was begin to light the sky to the east. As we approached the station, Kat realized that the platform would be on our side of the train and there were at least a few passengers waiting to board and likely some planning to depart, so she reached over and grabbed her t-shirt again and pulled it on.

As we thought, we were at the station for several minutes as the transfer of passengers happened. By the time the train began to roll again, it was nearly 7 o'clock. We were both getting hungry, so Kat put on a pair of shorts with her t-shirt, we put on shoes, combed our hair and then headed for the dining car. The corridor was noticeably cooler than our compartment. We passed through the sleeping cars and found our way to the dining car. The car was about half full when we got there. We were quickly shown to our table. As we passed other tables, most of the other diners seemed to be staring at Kat. I was beginning to wonder if we had been louder than we had thought or that the porter may have been talking about his early morning encounter at the linen closet.

When we got to our table, Kat sat across from me. The waitress took our drink orders and gave us a chance to look over the menu. After the waitress walked away, Kat whispered to me, "I think that maybe I should have worn a bra."

Puzzled, I mouthed, 'Why?"

She leaned back in her seat showing me that apparently the temperature of the dining car was a bit lower than I thought, because her nipples looked as though they may tear right through her shirt.

Again, I mouthed back to her, "Nipple problem?"

"It might get worse than that."

I gave her a puzzled look.

"When things get cold, the skin tends to shrink, which puts more pressure on them... Since it has been a few hours since..." she said, making a milking motion with her hand, "They are kinda full."

The waitress returned with our drinks and was ready for us to order. We both quickly chose the Railroad French Toast.

Kat sat close to the table and slightly bent forward, attempting to hide her erect nipples from public view. We sat, watching out the window as the scenery of Nebraska rolled by. As we watched, we were also listening in on the conversations around us. Kat seemed to be relieved that the conversations didn't seem to be revolving around her choice of attire. We were, however, hearing several passengers complaining about the fact that the train was now around 8 hours behind the schedule. Several of them were letting their frustrations show not only in conversation but in their treatment of the staff in the dining car.

The staff did a wonderful job of getting the orders right, getting the food to us while it was still warm and checking back with us regularly. Since we knew that so many passengers were in such foul moods and would likely tip little to nothing, we left the waitress a $20 bill as a tip and then headed back for our room.

When we got back to our room, the porter or another member of the staff had been by, turned the bed back into seats and had taken the sheets, washcloth and towel to be laundered. We chose to leave the door to our room open about halfway, to allow the cooler air of the corridor to flow into the room. Kat retrieved a book from her bag and sat down to read. I chose to retrieve the scanner and its charger from my bag and plug it in to charge, so that I could listen to the crew again later in the day.

I found my timetable to see where we were, watch for upcoming stations and try to keep track of exactly how far behind schedule we actually were. We had passed through Lincoln, Nebraska while we were eating breakfast.

As I tried to focus on the scenery going by and Kat tried to read, other passengers began to return from their visit to the dining car, many of them complaining to one another about the delays in the trip.

Kat commented to me, "If this is the way that the rest of them are going to act, I don't know that I want to go up there for lunch and dinner." referring to the dining car, as the dining area was on the upper level of its car, while the kitchen was below.

"We'll have to see what our other options are. There's the lounge car, with the sandwiches and stuff like that." I offered.

"Too bad that they don't have room service." she joked.

A minute or so later, the day shift porter appeared at the door of our room and asked if we needed anything and apologizing for the delays. I waved him inside and motioned for him to pull the door closed. After dealing with the other passengers, he was probably concerned that we might be planning to beat him up.

Trying to relieve that fear, I started with, "We have no problem with the delays. We know that it's part of railroading, and about any other transportation for that matter. I don't envy you having to deal with the complainers though. Maybe, if we're lucky they are only going to Denver."

"Luckily, a lot of them are only going as far as Denver." he volunteered.

"On a somewhat related topic, we have a question for you." I said.

"Ok?"

"Is there a dining option on the train that doesn't involve going to the dining car or the lounge and listening to them?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, no." he responded.

"Is there any way that we can get room service or delivery?" Kat asked.

"There's a possibility..." he half-answered.

"Would you be willing to get food for us and bring it to us?" Kat inquired.

"I could be convinced."

"How much of a tip would you have to have?" Kat asked.

"Oh, it's not just about money." he responded, "Would you be fully clothed when I made the delivery?"

"Have you been talking to the night shift porter? Yeah, I would have all of my clothes on." Kat said.

"Oh... then, no I can't."

"Ok?" Kat said with a puzzled tone in her voice.

"The less you have on, the less tip I would need." he offered.

Blushing and looking away and then to me, Kat smiled. She looked past the porter to make sure that the door and curtain were completely closed and then pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it to me. "How's this?" she asked.

"I'd need a ten dollar tip for each delivery."

"Wow! That's kinda steep." Kat said.

"Make a counter offer, then." the porter said.

Remembering that she was wearing the leopard print thong, Kat unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the floor, where she kicked them over to my feet. Then, she made a full turn for him before saying, "How about now?"

The porter's eyes scanned up and down Kat's body until he finally locked eyes with her and he uttered, "Complimentary."

"What about the other passengers?" I asked.

He looked through his paperwork and said, "Once we get to Denver, there won't be anyone else in this end of the car, all the way to Emeryville. Until then, let's do this... When I come down here with your meal, I will knock on the door and let you know that it's me. You just reach over and unlock the door. I will be able to hear it unlock. I will wait until it is clear before opening the door and coming in. Will that work?"

"Works for me." Kat replied and I nodded my head in agreement.

"Ok, I'll bring you a menu from both the dining car and the lounge car in a few minutes and then I'll come back a little before noon to see what you would like for lunch."

"Ok, sounds good. Who's on duty tonight and what time do you switch?" Kat asked.

Without needing to look at his paperwork he responded, "It will be Peter again tonight. He's the one that you met early this morning. Our shifts run 7 to 7."

"Ok. Thanks." Kat said in reply.

He looked her up and down one more time, nodded and said, "No problem." and then slid the door open to make sure that the corridor was clear and then stepped out and closed the door behind him. Kat reached over and locked the door and then walked over and sat down in the seat across from me, still only wearing her thong.

I must have had a strange look on my face, because she looked back at me and said, "What? I don't see any reason in putting that stuff back on. I'm much more comfortable like this."

Of course, I had no problem with that idea.

She picked up her book again and began to read again, occasionally looking up at me or out at the scenery.

Around 10:00am, we pulled into Axtell, Nebraska. There's no station at Axtell, but the train slowed and then stopped near a grain elevator with a siding next to us. We'd met a few freight trains along the way, but that was usually in a double track area or only involved slowing down to let the train pass. We were in single track territory now, which meant that we were probably waiting at this siding for another train to come by. The change in train speed broke Kat's concentration on her reading. She laid the book down and then stood up.

"I'm going to have to put some clothes on, so that I can go down the hall and go pee." She announced. She stood facing the window, still clad in only her thong and stretched her arms up high above her head. As she was putting her arms back down, we realized why we had stopped. A track crew on several pieces of track equipment began to roll past the window. First came a hi-rail truck. As the truck passed, the driver glanced over at the train and got an eyeful. He grinned from ear to ear and waved in the couple of seconds that it took for him to pass by.

Feeding on her new found courage, Kat moved back over to her seat, sat on her knees and the seat and waved to each member of the track crew as they passed. Knowing that they could see her big, milk-engorged tits as they came by.

Finally, the last piece of equipment went by. Kat pressed her face to the glass, trying to see as far down the track as possible, to make sure that that was the end of the parade. Once she realized that it was, she stood up again, put on her shorts and t-shirt, slipped her shoes on and headed out the door, saying, "I'll be right back."

She returned a few minutes later and I took my opportunity to go also. As I walked back to our room from the restroom, the train lurched forward and began to roll again. As I reached the door of our compartment, the man across the hall from us was getting ready to step out. Seeing me coming, he stopped into the doorway. He was probably in his mid-50's. Sitting in one of the seats in his compartment was a woman that I assumed was his wife. While she was probably in her early to mid-50's also, time had not been kind to her. Her skin seemed to hang loose on her slight frame. Her eyes seemed sad and wrinkled. He and I uttered "Good morning." to each other and then, attempting to get out of his way, I slid the door to our room open and was surprised to see Kat standing a few feet inside the door, once again stripped down to nothing but her thong. She first had a look of surprise on her face, then she smiled and gave a quick wave and said, "Hi". It took me a second to realize that she wasn't talking to me, but to the man across the hall, who had clearly seen almost as much as I had. I stepped into the room, turned and gave him a quick glance and a smile and then slid the door closed and locked it.

As promised, a few minutes before noon, the porter came to our door and got our lunch order. Our plan for delivery worked perfectly and he seemed to enjoy the view.

Around 3 in the afternoon, the train pulled into Union Station in Denver and, as predicted many of the passengers disembarked, leaving the lower level of our car almost completely unoccupied. By four o'clock, we were again on our way and headed into the Rocky Mountains. Twenty minutes or so after we left Denver, the porter came to the door and knocked.

With a smile on her face, Kat got up from her seat and went to the door. In one motion, she unlocked the door and slid it open.

"What can I help you with?" she said jokingly.

"I was going to tell you guys that you are alone down here, but from the looks of it, I assume that you already knew that. There is one couple and one man in rooms upstairs though. They have restrooms up there, but you may hear or see them come down for the showers. Other than that, you shouldn't have to worry about it."

Checking his watch, he added, "I'll be back in about an hour to get your orders for dinner."

He reached for the door, to pull it shut and Kat said, 'You can leave that open, if you want. It's getting kinda stuffy in here and the air from the hall feels a lot cooler."

He smiled, let go of the door and walked down the hall.

The door remained open all that evening. Kat only put on clothing when she needed to go to the restroom, but as soon as she returned, she stripped down again. The porter stopped by about once an hour to make sure that we were doing alright and didn't need anything. He delivered our dinner without any issues. A few minutes before 7, he stopped by one more time and said that it was coming up on shift change and that he'd see us again the next morning.

Around 7:30, Peter, the night shift porter stopped by to check on us. He told us that he'd be back later to help us with the beds, if we needed it.

The next couple of hours went quickly, watching the mountains roll by. A little before 10, Peter came back to help with the beds. While he was working on them, I stepped into the doorway. Kat reached into her suitcase and retrieved some clean clothes and then announced, "I think that I'm going to put my clothes on and go take a shower."

"I think that you'd be ok without." Peter responded.

"I haven't had one since early yesterday morning." Kat replied.

"No, I meant that you'll be ok without the clothes. Steve said that all of the folks upstairs took their showers this morning. So, they should have no reason to be down here tonight. Plus, the couple went to bed an hour ago."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't worry about it."

"Ok, if you say so." Kat said with a smile. She slipped on her flip-flop, grabbed her pile of clothes to change into, just in case, and her bag of soap, shampoo and other bath supplies.

I backed into the corridor to let her out. She stepped out, turned to face me and then stretched up to give me a kiss and said, "I'll be back in a few."

She turned and walked down the corridor toward the showers. By the way that she was walking with a little extra shake and strut, I think that she was well aware that Peter and I were watching her ass and thighs as she walked away. When she got to the shower door, she turned and looked at the two of us and gave us a big grin before opening it and stepping inside.

"Wow! She's got an awesome body!" Peter said.

"I know, but thank you." I smiled back.

"I'll come back and check on you guys later. If you've gone to bed, I won't bother you."

"Ok, thanks." I replied and Peter headed for the stairs to go check on his upstairs passengers.

Fifteen minutes or so later, Kat walked through the door of our room carrying her clean clothes, dirties and supplies, this time wearing a black thong. She put her clean clothes to the side, her dirties into the bag that she brought along and her bag of supplies back into her suitcase. She grabbed the bottle of water that she had left over from dinner and then sat down on the bottom bunk.

"If you don't care, I think that I'll go take my shower next." I said.

"That's fine with me, I'll probably just sit here, read and watch the scenery go by. Can't wait to see what you come back wearing." she replied with a devious smile on her face.

I grabbed my stuff, gave her a kiss and walked down to the showers.

The showers were tight quarters for someone who is six feet four inches tall with wide shoulders, but I managed to get everything washed. The entire time that I was in the shower, I could think of nothing else but Kat down in our compartment, door open, wearing nothing but that little black thong. Needless to say, my cock stood at attention throughout. However, the cool air outside the shower took care of that quickly as I stepped out to dry. I dried myself off and then looked down at my pile of clothes. I had brought a pair of underwear, a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with me, but I really felt like I should surprise Kat, since she had surprised me so many times already on this trip.

I unlocked the door and took a peek out into the corridor. There was no sign of anyone else around, so I grabbed my clothes and my bag and headed to our room. The corridor was actually warmer than the shower room had been and my mind was once again running wild, thinking of seeing Kat and her big, glorious orbs again. So, by the time that I walked in the door, my cock was rock hard again.

I stepped in the door. Kat looked up at me and with a surprised sound in her voice said, "Well.. Hi! How ya doing?"

"I'm doing fine. How about you?" I replied, trying to hide the fact that I was sure that someone was going to see me and get upset and we'd get thrown off the train.

Of course, that didn't happen.

Kat laid her book down slid her legs under the sheets and moved over closer to the window, but still facing me. She moved her hands under the sheets and was squirming around for a bit until finally, her hands reemerged, holding her thong and tossing it over on top of her suitcase. She then flipped the sheets back and said, "Come on in!"

I got a quick sip of water and then climbed into bed next to her. As I slid over close to her, she reached down with her hand and maneuvered my hard cock between her thighs and then pulled me close. We laid there for quite a while with my cock between her thighs and her breasts pressed against my chest.

She tossed the covers off of us and climbed on top of me, rolling me onto my back.

"Oh, you ARE interested tonight, huh?" I asked.

"Actually I needed to get out and get my water." she smiled back.

She climbed out of the bunk, grabbed her bottle and got a drink.

When she came back, she climbed back in on top of me, with her tits hanging down toward my chest.

"I need you to do me a favor." she said.

"What could that be?" I asked, expecting her to want sex.

"I need to you suck my boobs. They are REALLY full and we haven't milked them in quite a while."

I reached down and grabbed her ass and pulled it up, so that her tits now hung into my face. Then, I reached up and began massaging them to get the milk flowing. The first drops of milk started to show on the tips of her nipples, so I started to squirt her milk onto my face and chest. I opened my mouth and pulled in as much of her breast as I could, playing with her nipple with my tongue and drinking in her warm, sweet milk. This went on for nearly a half hour before it seemed that I had finally emptied her breasts. Much relieved and slightly worked up, she relaxed her thighs, moving her breasts down onto my chest and sliding my cock into the entrance of her now damp pussy.

She looked down into my eyes and said, "I am sorry, I am really tired after not getting any sleep last night. I don't think that I can do it again tonight."

Agreeing that I was exhausted, she moved off of me, moved out of the bunk and stood on the floor again. I turned on my side, facing the window and looked out the window into the night. We were rolling into a pretty good sized city and seemed to be slowing down. A quick check of both the time and the train timetable showed that it was around midnight and we should be rolling into Grand Junction. There were a few people moving around the city, but not many. As the train slowed down for the station, I realized that I should probably pull the sheet over me rather than surprising someone on the platform.

Kat climbed in behind me, pressing her breasts up against my back and folded a pillow up under her head, so that she could see out the window over me.

At some point during the night, I felt her slide out of the bottom bunk and climb up onto the top bunk. I was out until I heard a tapping on the door frame of our room. I opened my eyes and saw Steve, the night shift porter standing at the door. I heard Kat turn over on the bunk above me.