You settle in for the rest of the train ride home

After a long pause, you finally gather the strength to sit up. With a sad groan from both of you, your cock pops wetly out of Emilia’s cum soaked pussy, her legs coming up and together to try and keep as much of your precious seed inside her.

You sit back down in your seat, sweating and thoroughly exhausted by your two rounds of hot sex with this older minx. Sitting there, naked from the knees up, you have to admit that you did not quite expect to be getting this lucky, but by God are you happy with your choice to travel home. You inwardly admit that if you had known that all it took for you to get some tail was to take the train home, you would have done it months ago.

A few moments later, Emilia shuffling up into a sitting position to start lovingly cleaning your body, her gentle hands caressing every inch of your skin as she wipes away the evidence of your intimacy with a pocket handkerchief. Her touch is tender and caring, making you feel cherished and adored, which you hate to admit but you rather enjoy after so many cold nights alone in your apartment.

Once you're both dressed, Emilia shows you how to recline your seat, producing a blanket from the overhead compartment and tucks you in beneath the warm, soft weight of the blanket. She leans down, her blonde hair tickling your face as she steals a chaste kiss from your lips.

"Sweet dreams, sir," she whispers, her voice filled with warmth and affection. With a final, longing look, she turns and leaves you to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Throughout the night, Emilia checks on you several times, her presence a comforting constant in the darkness. Each time, she blushes cutely when she sees you, but maintains her professional demeanor, referring to you as "sir" in a way that makes your heart flutter.

As the sun begins to rise, you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and look out the window and notice how the landscape has changed overnight. The rolling hills and farms of Missouri have been replaced with the flat steppe of southwestern Kansas, that painfully familiar endless expanse of fields and dead grass reach out to the horizon.

The train ride is smooth and quiet, if moving a little slower than you remembered it, pulling you across that big flat expanse of the Kansas steppe at what feels like a snail’s place. The landscape outside the window is a vast flat becalmed sea of brown; dead grass, fallow fields waiting for spring planting, the occasional clump of bare trees or farmhouse with attendant windmill breaking up the monotony.

You hear a clank as the door to the Men’s Car opens and shuts, Emilia checking on you again. Her blonde hair pulled up into a neat bun beneath her conductor's cap carrying something.

"Good morning, sir," she says softly, faintly blushing as she greets you, handing you a cup of hot coffee. "We'll be arriving in Liberal in about an hour. Can I get you anything else? Cream? Sugar?"

You smile and shake your head. "Black is fine, thank you Emilia." You take the mug from her, your fingers brushing hers for a brief electric moment. The coffee is strong and hot, burning away the last of your sleepiness.

She nods and starts to turn away, but you reach out and catch her hand. Her skin is soft and warm against yours. "Actually, would you sit with me for a bit? I'd enjoy the company."

Emilia looks surprised but pleased, the blushing growing across her cheeks. "Of course, sir. I'd be happy to." She settles into the seat beside you with a big grin on her face, her leg brushing lightly against yours as the train sways.

You very casually take her hand in yours, and she lets out a quiet little squeak. You chat quietly, trading stories about your lives and making small talk as best you can. Her hand remains in yours, your fingers intertwined on the seat between you. It's a small intimacy, but a comforting one.

Outside the window, the landscape begins to change again as you draw closer to Liberal. Farms, fields, and dirt roads give way to scattered houses, then tidy neighborhoods with cobblestone or brick lined streets and sidewalks. The architecture is distinctly old fashioned, even more so then you remember it being: brick and stone storefronts, clapboard houses, mature trees naked from the winter’s cold, and picket fences. A few cars dot the streets, a few more parked in narrow driveways, but regardless there is very little traffic at this early hour. The cars that you do see look archaic, all metal, rounded corners, with big headlights, and heavy construction.

“Man, that old classic road car show must be back in town,” you chuckle, turning to Emilia.

“What?” she replies, looking at you perplexed.

“Well, there’s not an electric car or hybrid in sight, is there?” you retort.

There is a pregnant pause. “What’s a hybrid?” she asks, tilting her head curiously.

“I―” you ****, “um, they’re cars, with a gas motor and an electric motor in them, I uhh…” you take another sip of your coffee, hunting for the right words. “I used to have one in Chicago.”

Emilia’s eyes get sort of hazy and she blushes even harder. “A man with his own motor car,” she mumbles to herself, “oh my mother would drop dead on the spot if only she knew…”

With a final lurch, the train comes to a stop. Emilia stands, smoothing her uniform and giving you a warm smile. "We're here, sir. It was a pleasure getting to know you. I do hope you'll look me up if you ever find yourself in Minneapolis."

You stand as well, straightening your jacket. "I do still have your number and I certainly will, Emilia. Thank you for everything." On impulse, you lean in and press a quick kiss to her cheek. She blushes deeply, but looks pleased.

Gathering your luggage from the overhead compartment, sharing one last bittersweet smile with Emilia before you make your way down and off the train and onto the platform.

OOC: As always feel free to drop questions, comments, or suggestions for the next chapter as a comment!