We pulled out of Union Station at about 8PM. In the song, the train pulls out in the morning and arrives in the evening. Guess things had changed since Steve Goodman rode the train and wrote the song. I could live with that. Ever since I’d first heard Arlo Guthrie singing about “The City of New Orleans”, I’d wanted to take this trip. Oftentimes, at work or in the shower, I’d find myself humming the tune. Now, I was actually on the legendary train, riding from Chicago to New Orleans. We’d be “changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee” at about 6:30 in the morning, “half way home and we’d be there” by about 3:30 in the afternoon. OK, I’ll admit it didn’t have quite the same lyrical impact as the songwriter’s ride. As I was to learn, however, there are still some wonderful sights to be seen “nighttime on The City of New Orleans”. I was lucky enough to witness one that still burns in my sexual memory.

There were no old men in the club car and the only card game was being played by a long legged, slim blonde in her very early twenties. She was sitting at a table playing Solitaire. I’m kind of on the short, stubby side. I’ve never considered myself to be in the same sexual league as young, tall blondes with sexy slim figures. I’m not even sure we’re playing the same sport. That night, though, I had enough romantic spirit and just enough spirits to strike up a conversation. She was friendly. I learned that her name was Denise. Her boyfriend was an intern in Jackson, MS and she was headed to see him. I wasn’t surprised to find she had a boyfriend, nor, even that he was a doctor. I was a bit surprised that a young woman on such a tight schedule was riding the train, rather than flying. She told me she loved the rhythm of the rails, it relaxed her. The hurry, scurry scary pace of airline travel just made her tense. Without giving me the details, she told me that, for this meeting, she needed to be relaxed when she got there. I nodded sympathetically but didn’t press her. We had a few drinks and a few laughs. It was about midnight when we wandered back to our seats. Read more

After parking his wife’s practically new minivan away from all the other cars, the shade of the mall’s parking garage was a relief from the summer sun. Dave bent down to get his receipt. He knew the store wouldn’t take back the wrench without it. Sitting up, he saw some little black Honda had just pulled alongside and blocked his door. Jerk off, Dave thought. Looking down, he saw blonde, luxurious hair splayed across the nude midriff of a hairy guy. The guy had his tee shirt pulled up to his chest and his pants around his knees. The blonde was already involved in giving a guy a serious blowjob. Dave wasn’t sure what to do, but watching her lick and suck was making him horny. He imagined her hair gently caressing his belly as she licked his balls and stroked his cock. He knew that he was supposed to return the wench and come right home, but being blocked in made it a different story. He couldn’t help watching as the girl sucked on the head of the guy’s cock while gently fingering his balls. He watched the guy’s hips rise slightly to meet her mouth; he heard the guy groan.

She looked good. Dave hadn’t seen anything but lovely locks and manicured hands. Still, she looked like she knew how to give a blowjob, and she looked like she enjoyed it. As she sucked her guy’s schlong, she began to strip. Her mouth still in place, she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly stripped it off. “Oh Baby, yeah. You look so good, you feel so good. Keep going,” the guy said. She slipped out of the blouse and rubbed her breasts against his thigh. “Oh Baby, your titties are so nice.” He reached forward and cupped a boob in one hand, fondling it. She sucked and played with him, running her fingernails over his balls and the shaft of his cock while she worked the head with her tongue. Then she would dive deep; his dick would almost disappear into her mouth as she grabbed both balls in one hand and gently squeezed. Dave couldn’t take anymore; he slid the driver’s seat back and reclined two notches. A boring Saturday, blocked in the van and a little porn show going on outside his window, he figured what the hell. He unbuckled his jeans, picked his ass off the seat, and slid them down to his ankles. He wriggled into a better viewing position and slowly massaged his own cock as he watched. Read more

Frank wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove and continued to prune the Seymour’s roses. It was 12:45, and like clockwork, he heard Dee and her friend Tanya wander through the back garden. He peeked out from behind the flowers and saw them walking barefoot to the gazebo with a picnic lunch. Dee wore her customary, lightweight flower print dress. Her bright smile and golden corn silk hair gave her a goddess like beauty. Her dress hugged her hips and highlighted her perky tits. Dee’s hard nipples pressed against the thin cloth, making it obvious that she wore no bra. She saw Frank working in the garden, flashed him a broad smile, and waved. Frank waved back and pretended to prune the flowers; instead he watched the women. With short dark hair and olive skin, Tanya was Dee’s opposite. Her full, round face matched her full rounded body. A skimpy halter-top left vast portions of her giant jugs bare; her dangerously short cut-offs exposed wide moonbeams.

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The pair sat in the shady part of the gazebo. Frank moved around some other bushes where he could watch without being seen. The two women fed each other ripe peaches and plums from the basket. They let sweet juice run down their chins, allowing the other to lick it up. When they were satisfied, Dee closed the basket and put it aside. With the warm sun on his back, Frank stared as Tanya stood in front of Dee and put one foot up on the bench. Her whole broad ass was hanging out of her shorts; the crotch was wedged between her smooth cheeks like a thong. The dark one leaned forward and kissed the goddess hard on the mouth. It was clear who was in charge today. Frank slowly crept closer. His cock hardened and pressed against his shorts as he watched. The blonde dug into Tanya’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy. Tanya reached out and tweaked a nipple. “Oh, so wet already,” Dee, said. “I’m always wet for you, Baby.” Read more

I was proud of my restaurant, we weren’t the biggest in New Orleans, and we weren’t the most famous, not by a long shot, but we were working our way toward being the best. Some people had even got around to noticing us. Some good local press and a few real positive reviews were bringing in the crowds. Life was looking good. That night, though, I was a bit nervous. Jolie and Maria were scheduled to close and they had stared daggers at each other all night. It appeared they both had the hots for the new bartender, Carlos. They were usually among my most reliable staff members. Jolie was a petite Cajun girl with wavy brown hair and a dazzling smile. She managed the waitresses and often Maria, our bar manager, had long dark hair that trailed down over her slim shoulders. Her body build was a lot like Jolie’s, short, slender, cute tits, and nice tight butt. They were both in their early thirties, you’d think by now they’d have more sense than to tangle over a man. But, those looks were giving me worries. I told Jolie I’d cover closing for her and she told me she had some scheduling changes to make and really needed to be here. When I spoke to Maria about covering for her, she said she really needed to stay to go over some orders.

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Those answers made me even more nervous. What I finally decided to do was use my office. My office is a high tech wonderland. I’ve got hidden cameras all over the restaurant. I said my goodnights and circled through the back room to my office. The staff was used to seeing the glow of the monitors under my door, I never turned them off. I sat back watching the monitors as the final customers left and the staff finished cleaning up. Finally there was just Maria and Jolie left in the building. At first, things were looking good. Both were in their separate spaces, working on paperwork. I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Maria started over to the table Jolie was working at. I’d already plugged in the headphones, all I had to do was select that microphone. “You ready to do this?” Maria asked with her hands on her hips. Jolie looked up and returned the glare. “More ready than you’ll ever be.” I prepared to barge out my door when they gave me a surprise. They headed for the linen room and each grabbed an armful of tablecloths. Read more

My wife is originally from Istanbul, Turkey. She emigrated to the US from Turkey several years ago. We go on vacation there every few years, partly to visit her family and friends, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. The events in this story happened on one of those trips several years ago. After the obligatory visits with her relatives and friends, my wife and I stayed for a few days at a seaside resort hotel in southern Turkey. We stayed at a gorgeous seaside cottage with a great view of the sea. This was in the middle of summer and it was too hot to go out during the day, so we ended up sitting in the balcony of our cottage and sipping cold drinks. In the evening, when the sun cooled down a bit, we would venture out to the sea, as my wife loves to play in the water. She wore a conservative one-piece swimsuit that showed off her curves nicely. She was getting appreciative looks from the men at the sea, both locals and tourists. It was always a turn-on for me to see other guys check her out.

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On the second day that we were there, I searched the internet and I found a massage therapist for the wife from a web site and sent him a message for the hotel “in-room massage by experienced therapist”. This caught my eye because my wife loves massages. She had had a couple of professional massages in the US before, and had enjoyed them immensely. It was a secret turn-on for me as well, to have her get a massage from a male therapist. Professional massages are particularly sexual, but it was still very exciting for me to imagine another man touching her pretty intimately. The few times that she got a massage before (only one was from a male therapist), I wished that I could actually watch her getting the massage, but of course it was not possible. We were not particularly sure what a massage would be like in Turkey, but I was curious and I finally called the Massage therapist. The guy just asked me how many hours it was for, and I ended up getting an appointment for the next afternoon for two hours. We were still left wondering what to expect. The next day was to be the last day of our vacation, as we had to catch a flight back to the US the day after. I figured this would be a fun thing to try to complete a very pleasant couple of days we spent in Turkey. Read more

My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over. I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up. I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish. I thought about going home and decided there wasn’t much worth hurrying home for. In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner. A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind. I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh. I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation. I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today. By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents. This meant a trip to the library. I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow.

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Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library. The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion. During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation. More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else. I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle. A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation. I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the “working late” department. The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda. I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again. The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library. Read more