Holiday Rails Part 2

Part 2

I boarded the train at 10 am and found my cabin right away. The first leg of the trip would be about 4 days, then an overnight stay at a local hotel, which would then start the Northwest/Canadian Trail. For this I was very excited, I love history and this part of the trip was bound to be exciting.

I put everything away and new that I had first session for meals. I didn’t want to be late as I knew I would be eating with other companions unless I decided to eat in my cabin. Of course that all depends on who my companions are, Diane told me that the others at my table would be single as well. Great! I hope they are all women. I don’t want anything to do with a man right now. I’ve really had my fill.

I get to the lunch car and find that I indeed have other women at my table, but only because their husbands will be meeting them at the hotel.  After a round of hello’s I find that these ladies are part of a group of women who support erotica, not porn, by defining the difference between the two. VOE or Voice of Erotica have been giving women confidence, strength and support. Of course I’m intrigued by this ingénue and want to learn more.  I find that these ladies are also going to the premier and we are soon in an animated discussion concerning different types of toys, gadgets and…in particular positions of all things.  Well, let’s just say that I went away with a new found yearning to learn more. Afterwards they had given me a list of books and places to go to on the web for my “research.”  And, quite a list it was, naming off a few authors and their most recent books, along with their website and how to contact any of them on social media. I was now beginning to realize that this trip was by far becoming what I had imagined for myself.  A true moment of self-discovery was just waiting in the wings for me.

I grab my notebook from my cabin after lunch and return to the car with all the fabulous glass for site seeing. It’s beautiful country and I’m just settling back and beginning to read when I am interrupted by one of the women with whom I had just had lunch with.  Denise and I have found that we have a lot in common. Our backgrounds and work ethic are not to be matched and we’ve hit it off very well. She begins to tell me why she’s on this trip and will be meeting up with her husband, but she feels he will decide at the last minute not to join her. It saddens me that some men can be so self-centered. It’s happened to me and I know how she feels.

“…he knows how much this trip means to me, and he still feels it’s a waste of time.” Denise is distressed at the thought of her husband not attending. I say good riddance but, I can’t. I can’t let the actions of one man cloud my thoughts for another.

So I ask Denise if she would be heartbroken if he didn’t attend. “I would probably have a better time if he didn’t show up. It would take a lot of the worry off of me” she said hesitantly. So, I said, “Denise why don’t you call him or send him a message. Tell him that you had run into an old friend and if he didn’t want to come on the trip that it was ok with you. I’ll be on here for the duration, and then some. You’re welcome to travel with me. The amount of money that you will be saving would be well worth it.  I will call Diane and we can get the itinerary straightened out.” Denise couldn’t be happier. This was turning out to be some trip. She excused herself to make the phone call and said we could talk at dinner.

I had only had time to download a couple of books by these authors this group had told me about. I wanted to go on the website and look around a bit. I found that this was almost an exclusive little club. And not exclusive as to who could get in, but that there were not that many women who were a part of this glorious intrusion into the intricacies of carnal pleasure. The more I read the more intrigued I became. This group was all about pleasing. It would seem that the men were the ones who should be pleasing their mate and finding the ultimate release for both. The male’s pleasure came from her release. And not just one, but several, could this really be the infinitive in the act of pleasure?  I was sure to find out more.

Sitting under the warm sunshine, I began to fall asleep. I decided that I needed to wake up and go back to the cabin for a nap and to freshen up before dinner. I hadn’t realized it was almost time for tea. With this new revelation it was time to rethink my plan.

I’m walking back to my cabin when I hear yelling down the hallway. I look back and forth to make sure there is no one else in the car. I cautiously walk towards my door; it’s at the other end.  Suddenly a door to my right opens and a man steps out. Ok, he’s good looking, close to six feet but not quite, muscular build and Latino.  I don’t know why that comes to mind, it doesn’t matter to me, except he’s having a heated discussion and the women on the other side of the door is yelling even louder. The door slams and he lifts his left hand to his hair and slides it around his neck.  I’m embarrassed and stuck in the hallway. I try not to look at him but he’s too damn gorgeous. He’s wearing black jeans and a V-neck sweater with a t-shirt underneath. Looks like he just threw his clothes on and walked out, I clear my throat and say, “Excuse me,” brushing past and in my haste I lose my balance as the train goes around a curve slamming me into him. Now equally embarrassed he says, “Are you all right?” I could ask him the same thing. But instead I say,” I’m fine, sorry for the intrusion.” And I slide my eyes to the door hoping that he gets my meaning. “Oh that. All will be fine later. Angela’s just tired from the long trip.” I realize at this point he’s still holding on to me and I try to push him away. He’s reluctant to do so I’m not so sure I want him to either. We both pull away at the same time. “Um, I’m sorry about the…” I state. He shakes his head and puts up his hand as to dismiss me like I’m some child. “Please, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it Miss…? “Lambert, Stacy Lambert.” I say.  He holds out his hand and I place mine in his. A shock of epic proportions goes straight through to my core and I gasp, “Miss Lambert, Kent Webster at your service.  If you need anything I’m just a cabin away, anything at all.” I clear my throat and say,” Thank you Mr. Webster, I think I’ll be fine. Goodbye.” And with that I release his hand and walk back to my cabin on wobbly knees that were shaking beyond belief.  After that encounter I decided to take a shower and lay down and rest, but Mr. Webster had other plans. He invaded my dreams wholeheartedly.  This man that was attached to another woman and I vowed I would never break apart anyone married or otherwise. This was going to be some trip. Just 3 more days, I’m sure that I can avoid him for that long…

In all his years of service, Kent Webster still didn’t know how he got himself into this. One day he was drinking beer on a sandy beach somewhere in the South Pacific, enjoying the new found warmth of the sun, and the next he was working as a body guard for some billionaires’ daughter who wanted to go to Dubai for her graduation present.  Three weeks of incessant yammering about how she always had to be good because of whom her daddy was.  All Kent wanted to do was smack her behind for being a brat. Oh no doubt she wanted him to take her to bed. But, he drew the line at cradle robbing. That’s what the last argument was about again. I’d fallen asleep and she thought she could take advantage of me while I was lights out.  That’s when I pushed her off of me and ran out of the door. It’s time to call daddy and get off this train. I’m done.

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