Moonlit Rails & Risqué Rides

Public Sex Adventure – An Amtrak Experience

Public Sex Adventure – It’s a balmy summer evening, a gentle breeze rustles my hair as the full moon casts a romantically eerie light upon the platform. I have my hair in a smart pony and am wearing a figure-flattering strappy little skater dress, sans bra of course, with my favorite sandals. My husband is clad in a tight-fitting blue UA athletic shirt which accentuates his chest and arms, with matching sport shorts and his new yellowish/orange sneakers. (Yes, my man is quite colorblind).

In keeping with our public sex adventure travel tradition instituted when we were first married—tonight we were both going commando. Yep, no sexy panties for me; no tight-fitting boxers for him. We find it quite invigorating and quite erotic traveling together in public knowing neither one of us is wearing anything underneath. Sitting there on the bench, dangerously close to one another, knees pressed together, my husband rested his strong hand slightly above my knee as we waited for our train. With his hand slowly traversing up my thigh, I flushed with excitement at his touch. A jolt of electricity shot up my leg, traversing all the way to my girl parts. Flexing my thighs and letting out a long slow breath; my man began to squeeze my tingling flesh. Goosebumps appeared on my peach-fuzz adorned thighs; yet I knew this was not the place nor the time out here in public on the platform. Before I could reluctantly ask him to delay his assault upon my racing hormones, he mercifully stopped; yet rested his sexy hand on my upper leg in a vice-like grip.

He turned toward me smiling, and gently whispered as he kissed me. “Remember Kay, soul meets soul on lover’s lips.” I started to melt.

Breaking the kiss after several delicious seconds, I rested my head upon his shoulder, his hand still holding my thigh as I whispered a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this man. God gave me a strong caring faithful dedicated husband who completes me every way possible. We are one flesh and one spirit. We are of similar minds and purpose. He is my kindred and soul mate. He protects me and provides for me. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry—I love him so much.

I am his and he is mine.

After maybe 15 minutes of bliss with my head resting upon his shoulder and breathing in his raw masculinity, dozing off into a light dream state; I woke up to the sound of our approaching train—and wetness between my legs. I am so weak around my man—he has such power over me and made me wet just by grasping my thigh as I rested my head upon his shoulder. Standing and stretching, and hoping no one could see the spot down there on my dress; with great anticipation, hand in hand, we finally boarded the Amtrak train at the Albuquerque station, bound for Union Station in LA. Just the two of us, around 11pm. After the conductor checked our tickets, she showed us to our seats in the very last car of the train; all the way down towards the back. We were surprised how dark and deserted it was. After giving us the rundown of our trip, we asked if we could move to another row of seats giving us more room.

“Well hon, makes no difference to me. We’ve got no one else ticketed for this last car until our first stop tomorrow in California, so it’s all yours. Stretch out and enjoy yourself. Just try to behave yourselves, you hear?”

Yes ma’am, we both replied.

With that, she turned on her heel and continued making her rounds walking towards the front of the train.

“Did she just wink at us, Kay?”

“I’m not 100% but I think she did.”

“Well alrighty then!”

My husband did a quick inspection of our deserted car as I began nesting in the very last row of seats. It’s amazing how much room there is on an Amtrak train. The seats are actually the same as first-class airline seats. Leather recliners with plenty of leg room and space to stretch out. Big windows, a relatively soft ride, and the soothing muffled sounds one experiences riding the rails. We decided to save money and not stay in a sleeper car. On our way to the back of the train, many people in coach had the same idea we had; leaning back in the plush recliners with their own blankets and pillows to sleep. A lot more space than a cramped jetliner and way more romantic.

Slowly exploring our car and the car ahead of us, I was surprised how few passengers there were. Returning to our car, just to make sure, I did one final inspection to ensure we had the car to ourselves. Amazingly, we did. Not a soul. Looks like we were all alone for the long ride through the dark deserts of New Mexico and Arizona.

Approaching the back of the dark car where Kay was preparing our bedding for the night, there was no sight of her. Odd, I thought, she was here just a few moments ago; maybe she had to go to the bathroom or something. Where could she have gone on this deserted train? Odd…

As I got to the back row, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, my beautiful bride. I froze at the sight of her. Our public sex adventure was heating up.

To my shock and utter amazement, there she was, lying on her back on one of our travel blankets across the row of seats, totally naked. Wide open, her legs splayed facing me towards the aisle with knees on either side of the seats. My heart skipped a beat.

There was my beloved, the incredible visual of her uniquely feminine form, the way God created her, softly bathed in the moonlight and occasional passing lights as our lonely train raced through the barren landscape.

She was touching herself, eyes closed, softly purring. I stared at her in utter amazement. The female form is truly God’s most incredible creation, an incomparable work of art. He truly did save the best for last.

My hand subconsciously found its way to the front of my shorts and slowly started rubbing with the palm of my hand. She has no idea of the power she has over me. The simple image of her nude form had me rock hard in a matter of seconds. She is so beautiful and so lovely. The image of my beloved Kay burned deeply into mind and spirit, I never want to forget this sight. Never.

And let me tell you, she was putting on quite a show. Watching her breathing steadily increasing as she expertly manipulated her hidden treasure with one finger while plunging two fingers from her other hand into herself. Goosebumps appeared on my peach-fuzz adorned thighs; yet I knew this was not the place nor the time out here in public on the platform. Before I could reluctantly ask him to delay his assault upon my racing hormones, he mercifully stopped; yet rested his sexy hand on my upper leg in a vice-like grip.

He turned toward me smiling, and gently whispered as he kissed me. “Remember Kay, soul meets soul on lover’s lips.” I started to melt.

Breaking the kiss after several delicious seconds, I rested my head upon his shoulder, his hand still holding my thigh as I whispered a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this man. God gave me a strong caring faithful dedicated husband who completes me every way possible. We are one flesh and one spirit. We are of similar minds and purpose. He is my kindred and soul mate. He protects me and provides for me. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry—I love him so much.

I am his and he is mine.

After maybe 15 minutes of bliss with my head resting upon his shoulder and breathing in his raw masculinity, dozing off into a light dream state; I woke up to the sound of our approaching train—and wetness between my legs. I am so weak around my man—he has such power over me and made me wet just by grasping my thigh as I rested my head upon his shoulder. Standing and stretching, and hoping no one could see the spot down there on my dress; with great anticipation, hand in hand, we finally boarded the Amtrak train at the Albuquerque station, bound for Union Station in LA. Just the two of us, around 11pm. After the conductor checked our tickets, she showed us to our seats in the very last car of the train; all the way down towards the back. We were surprised how dark and deserted it was. After giving us the rundown of our trip, we asked if we could move to another row of seats giving us more room.

“Well hon, makes no difference to me. We’ve got no one else ticketed for this last car until our first stop tomorrow in California, so it’s all yours. Stretch out and enjoy yourself. Just try to behave yourselves, you hear?”

Yes ma’am, we both replied.

With that, she turned on her heel and continued making her rounds walking towards the front of the train.

“Did she just wink at us, Kay?”

“I’m not 100% but I think she did.”

“Well alrighty then!”

My husband did a quick inspection of our deserted car as I began nesting in the very last row of seats. It’s amazing how much room there is on an Amtrak train. The seats are actually the same as first-class airline seats. Leather recliners with plenty of leg room and space to stretch out. Big windows, a relatively soft ride, and the soothing muffled sounds one experiences riding the rails. We decided to save money and not stay in a sleeper car. On our way to the back of the train, many people in coach had the same idea we had; leaning back in the plush recliners with their own blankets and pillows to sleep. A lot more space than a cramped jetliner and way more romantic.

Slowly exploring our car and the car ahead of us, I was surprised how few passengers there were. Returning to our car, just to make sure, I did one final inspection to ensure we had the car to ourselves. Amazingly, we did. Not a soul. Looks like we were all alone for the long ride through the dark deserts of New Mexico and Arizona.

Approaching the back of the dark car where Kay was preparing our bedding for the night, there was no sight of her. Odd, I thought, she was here just a few moments ago; maybe she had to go to the bathroom or something. Where could she have gone on this deserted train? Odd…

As I got to the back row, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, my beautiful bride. I froze at the sight of her. Our public sex adventure was heating up.

To my shock and utter amazement, there she was, lying on her back on one of our travel blankets across the row of seats, totally naked. Wide open, her legs splayed facing me towards the aisle with knees on either side of the seats. My heart skipped a beat.

There was my beloved, the incredible visual of her uniquely feminine form, the way God created her, softly bathed in the moonlight and occasional passing lights as our lonely train raced through the barren landscape.

She was touching herself, eyes closed, softly purring. I stared at her in utter amazement. The female form is truly God’s most incredible creation, an incomparable work of art. He truly did save the best for last.

My hand subconsciously found its way to the front of my shorts and slowly started rubbing with the palm of my hand. She has no idea of the power she has over me. The simple image of her nude form had me rock hard in a matter of seconds. She is so beautiful and so lovely. The image of my beloved Kay burned deeply into mind and spirit, I never want to forget this sight. Never.

And let me tell you, she was putting on quite a show. Watching her breathing steadily increasing as she expertly manipulated her hidden treasure with one finger while plunging two fingers from her other hand into herself. Goosebumps appeared on my peach-fuzz adorned thighs; yet I knew this was not the place nor the time out here in public on the platform. Before I could reluctantly ask him to delay his assault upon my racing hormones, he mercifully stopped; yet rested his sexy hand on my upper leg in a vice-like grip.

He turned toward me smiling, and gently whispered as he kissed me. “Remember Kay, soul meets soul on lover’s lips.” I started to melt.

Breaking the kiss after several delicious seconds, I rested my head upon his shoulder, his hand still holding my thigh as I whispered a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this man. God gave me a strong caring faithful dedicated husband who completes me every way possible. We are one flesh and one spirit. We are of similar minds and purpose. He is my kindred and soul mate. He protects me and provides for me. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry—I love him so much.

I am his and he is mine.

After maybe 15 minutes of bliss with my head resting upon his shoulder and breathing in his raw masculinity, dozing off into a light dream state; I woke up to the sound of our approaching train—and wetness between my legs. I am so weak around my man—he has such power over me and made me wet just by grasping my thigh as I rested my head upon his shoulder. Standing and stretching, and hoping no one could see the spot down there on my dress; with great anticipation, hand in hand, we finally boarded the Amtrak train at the Albuquerque station, bound for Union Station in LA. Just the two of us, around 11pm. After the conductor checked our tickets, she showed us to our seats in the very last car of the train; all the way down towards the back. We were surprised how dark and deserted it was. After giving us the rundown of our trip, we asked if we could move to another row of seats giving us more room.

“Well hon, makes no difference to me. We’ve got no one else ticketed for this last car until our first stop tomorrow in California, so it’s all yours. Stretch out and enjoy yourself. Just try to behave yourselves, you hear?”

Yes ma’am, we both replied.

With that, she turned on her heel and continued making her rounds walking towards the front of the train.

“Did she just wink at us, Kay?”

“I’m not 100% but I think she did.”

“Well alrighty then!”

My husband did a quick inspection of our deserted car as I began nesting in the very last row of seats. It’s amazing how much room there is on an Amtrak train. The seats are actually the same as first-class airline seats. Leather recliners with plenty of leg room and space to stretch out. Big windows, a relatively soft ride, and the soothing muffled sounds one experiences riding the rails. We decided to save money and not stay in a sleeper car. On our way to the back of the train, many people in coach had the same idea we had; leaning back in the plush recliners with their own blankets and pillows to sleep. A lot more space than a cramped jetliner and way more romantic.

Slowly exploring our car and the car ahead of us, I was surprised how few passengers there were. Returning to our car, just to make sure, I did one final inspection to ensure we had the car to ourselves. Amazingly, we did. Not a soul. Looks like we were all alone for the long ride through the dark deserts of New Mexico and Arizona.

Approaching the back of the dark car where Kay was preparing our bedding for the night, there was no sight of her. Odd, I thought, she was here just a few moments ago; maybe she had to go to the bathroom or something. Where could she have gone on this deserted train? Odd…

As I got to the back row, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, my beautiful bride. I froze at the sight of her. Our public sex adventure was heating up.

To my shock and utter amazement, there she was, lying on her back on one of our travel blankets across the row of seats, totally naked. Wide open, her legs splayed facing me towards the aisle with knees on either side of the seats. My heart skipped a beat.

There was my beloved, the incredible visual of her uniquely feminine form, the way God created her, softly bathed in the moonlight and occasional passing lights as our lonely train raced through the barren landscape.

She was touching herself, eyes closed, softly purring. I stared at her in utter amazement. The female form is truly God’s most incredible creation, an incomparable work of art. He truly did save the best for last.

My hand subconsciously found its way to the front of my shorts and slowly started rubbing with the palm of my hand. She has no idea of the power she has over me. The simple image of her nude form had me rock hard in a matter of seconds. She is so beautiful and so lovely. The image of my beloved Kay burned deeply into mind and spirit, I never want to forget this sight. Never.

And let me tell you, she was putting on quite a show. Watching her breathing steadily increasing as she expertly manipulated her hidden treasure with one finger while plunging two fingers from her other hand into herself. Goosebumps appeared on my peach-fuzz adorned thighs; yet I knew this was not the place nor the time out here in public on the platform. Before I could reluctantly ask him to delay his assault upon my racing hormones, he mercifully stopped; yet rested his sexy hand on my upper leg in a vice-like grip.

He turned toward me smiling, and gently whispered as he kissed me. “Remember Kay, soul meets soul on lover’s lips.” I started to melt.

Breaking the kiss after several delicious seconds, I rested my head upon his shoulder, his hand still holding my thigh as I whispered a silent prayer of thanksgiving for this man. God gave me a strong caring faithful dedicated husband who completes me every way possible. We are one flesh and one spirit. We are of similar minds and purpose. He is my kindred and soul mate. He protects me and provides for me. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry—I love him so much.

I am his and he is mine.

After maybe 15 minutes of bliss with my head resting upon his shoulder and breathing in his raw masculinity, dozing off into a light dream state; I woke up to the sound of our approaching train—and wetness between my legs. I am so weak around my man—he has such power over me and made me wet just by grasping my thigh as I rested my head upon his shoulder. Standing and stretching, and hoping no one could see the spot down there on my dress; with great anticipation, hand in hand, we finally boarded the Amtrak train at the Albuquerque station, bound for Union Station in LA. Just the two of us, around 11pm. After the conductor checked our tickets, she showed us to our seats in the very last car of the train; all the way down towards the back. We were surprised how dark and deserted it was. After giving us the rundown of our trip, we asked if we could move to another row of seats giving us more room.

“Well hon, makes no difference to me. We’ve got no one else

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