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After The Train

Part 2, Chapter 1: After the Train-The Weekend in Chicago - Meeting Jody

Throughout the chapters I've written about our trip on the AMTRAK Empire Builder, I've left the name of this wonderful woman out of the discussion since it was just her and I. Besides, I didn't really intend to write about what happened after we met and all that happened after that trip. Some the reasons for not writing about it will become obvious in the future chapters. But I realized that, as I approached my 70th birthday, I might not get the chance to share the extraordinary times we spent together and the story of who we were and what we experienced might be lost forever. Since I've chosen to go forward to include the rest of our story, you should know her name.

I later realized that when we meet someone new, we are a blank slate to them with a past that they haven't lived with or through us. The same is true for them. And it is an opportunity to teach and train people about who we are and how to interact with us. It was an opportunity to be myself with my kinks with a person who accepted me that way and was willing to explore and expand that, and visa versa.

Her name was Catie (short for Caitlin. She also answered to Cate) and now that I was in Chicago with her, there would be other people to mention and so it's appropriate to use her name the rest of the way as I describe our experiences together.

It was warm and humid in Chicago and one of her friends met her as she came off the train. I exited my car and walked up to them. We were introduced. I walked up to the baggage car where I saw my trunk being off-loaded. I remember claiming it but I don't remember the details of getting it to the curb.

Catie's friend had been taking care of her car while Catie was in Oregon. Catie got behind the wheel and I rode "shotgun." We took Catie's friend back to where she lived before we went to Catie's apartment. Other than Chicago traffic, there was nothing remarkable about the drive nor the conversation other than "How was the trip?", "How is your family doing?" There were some questions for me, but nothing that really got to the specifics of the train trip.

We arrived at Catie's apartment complex and we took the luggage in. She got her mail, did a quick scan through it and then we got into "what's next." There was need for groceries and we planned to have some dinner at a nearby local restaurant with some her friends and to go grocery shopping afterward. She made a few calls while I sat comfortably in her living room.

She got off the phone.

"We have enough time!" she said. I didn't really have to ask for what. I followed her back to her bedroom where she started to take off her clothes.

"Let me do that." Never miss an opportunity to undress a woman if she'll let you.

It didn't take long for us to strip each other out of our items of clothing. Compared to the last couple of days, her bedroom and her queen sized bed were absolutely spacious. Her idea of foreplay was pushing me down on the bed and straddling me. All she really needed was to be hot and wet with a hard cock at the ready that she could slide down and impale herself with. Which is what she did. She came with the first stroke, sitting straight up, arms crossed in front of her breasts, eyes closed, with a purr like moaning as the wave spread throughout her belly and to her body. It's such a joy to see pleasure like this and even better to know that you're the reason for that pleasure.

This quickie was quick in relative terms. It took her about 10 minutes to bring me to orgasm as she rode me. Once again, I was filling her with my latest batch of semen. My load delivered inside her, she laid down on me hoping to hold me inside her.

"I could spend the next month with you inside me." she said.

"I think we'd need to eat and drink, or we'd shrivel up," thinking of a line from the movie "An Officer and a Gentleman." She laughed and said "What a way to go!" She was able to keep me inside her for a few minutes but I eventually slid out of her and with it came a small dribble of cum from her pussy.

She asked if I wanted to clean her up. "Always!" I replied and she moved her dripping pussy to my lips. After a thorough licking, she showed me to the bathroom and the shower. Once again, it was quite spacious after two days on the train. It was a luxurious shower together with so much space.

As we got dressed, she asked me to forego my underwear (as she was planning to do). I put on a pair of black slacks and a white polo shirt. I donned my running shoes. She slipped a black knit dress over her head and pulled it into place. With a pair of sandals, she was ready to go and we were headed to a local shopping center where the restaurant and a grocery store were located.

It also turned out that we ended up near the pharmacy/drug store where she needed to pick up a couple of prescriptions that were waiting for her. We went there first and while were were inside we went to the section of the store where they had both combination closed top hot water bottles and open top douche/enema bags. She had a closed-top combo bag in her apartment but decided that she wanted a new open-top bag. It was a standard red rubber bag that was 2.5 quarts, if I recall correctly. I think it had a red hose. It definitely had white plastic connectors and nozzles. She also got a large tube of K-Y jelly while she was at it. I knew we were going to have fun later this evening and probably all weekend. Her purchases complete, we were off to the restaurant.

It was a local joint. A great bar, a selection of sandwiches and other plate lunches and dinners. They were known for their onion rings, great sandwiches as well as a good selection of beers on tap. Some of her friends were already present. There were two tables slid together with booth style seating on one side, chairs on the other as well as chairs on both ends. Catie took the seat at the end of the table facing the door and she directed me to sit next to her on the booth bench seat. All of the people attending were friends and some were coworkers of Catie's. After initial introduction to the people already there, we settled down to a more typical conversation. For me, it was what did I do, what things I had done, how did I meet Catie?

As more of the group wandered in, the introductions were repeated for me. Eventually, Catie's friend Jody showed up with her current romantic interest. He and I joked that we must have gotten the same invitation about how to dress because we were wearing similar apparel (white polo shirt, black slacks). But let me say a few words about Jody.

She was "stunning." She was about 5 foot, 9 or 10 inches tall, blond hair cut in a Farrah Faucet shag-type of hairstyle that was still common at the time. She wore this one-piece cullotte style outfit, a silky satin and flowery design with a plunging V-neck opening. And although the top of this outfit was not tight or fitted, there was no doubt that she had an amazing pair of breasts under the material. The cut of the outfit also showed off her legs, all of it nicely tanned. The word I used to describe her was "flashy." Aware of her great looks but not in an obnoxious way.

At a strictly visual level, this was a study of contrasts between Catie and Jody. Although roughly the same height, that was about the end of the visual similarities. But Jody didn't flirt with me in an obvious way AND I had just spent the last two days with Catie fucking our way across the United States as well as less than two hours before sharing her bed. Besides, Catie knew how to keep me focused on the prize.

The onion rings were great, by the way, as we ordered a couple of plates for the entire table. They came with a variety of three dipping sauces. Catie grabbed my hand under the table and guided it and my fingers up her left thigh to her wet pussy with my cum still trickling out of her.

She leaned over and whispered, with a wicked little grin, "You should try this dipping sauce" as my fingers reached her wet pussy.

I'm certain that a very observant person in just the correct position would have noticed where my hand and fingers were, but there were no obvious stares or looks of recognition. She did this several times throughout the evening or simply reached down with her own fingers and presented them to me to suck on. She knew just how hard I was under the fabric of my pants hidden under the table because she reached across under the corner of the table to grab a quick feel...sometimes looking at me, sometimes not.

With the meal wrapped up, it was time for us to leave and do some quick grocery shopping if I could get my cock reoriented inside my pants. She insisted on paying for our dinner and drinks since I was her guest here. As we said our goodbyes and "nice to meet you," she was standing beside me rubbing the back of my leg up to my buttocks with her left hand. I'm not sure how obvious that was, but I was in such an aroused state I could have jumped on her right there and then.

We went over to the grocery store and she bought some basics; milk, bread, eggs, fruits and vegetables and other stuff to replenish her food supply. After going through the checkout, we rolled the cart out to the car, got everything into the car, and after placing the cart in the return stall, I came back to the car to give her a long, passionate kiss and embrace.

"I thought I was going to cum in my pants in front of all your friends."

"I did cum," she said. "Several times." And here I thought she was just playing with herself or having me play with her under the table.

We got back to her apartment and took in all the groceries and the purchases from the pharmacy. After putting the groceries away, we turned our attention to getting naked and other delights. She opened the box for her enema/douche gear and washed the bag with soap and hot water. The hot water helped straighten any kinks in the hose.

We quickly got into giving each other multiple enemas starting her with her new bag. Her new bag was larger than mine but I showed her how to siphon inflate a closed top bag to nearly double its nominal volume. The bulging bag excited her (and me) and she had to try it out (the force associated with the fountain spray can be impressive from one of these inflated bags). She couldn't take all of it, but it gave her a goal.

We were somewhat limited in where we could give each other enemas because there were few places to hang the bags. We ended up in the bathroom and on the bathroom floor. I can't remember for certain how many enemas she gave me or how many I gave her. It was at least three and maybe more like four or five. I do know that the last expulsions were getting pretty clear and not very colored. I would kneel down in front of her while she was on the toilet and gently lick her pussy and clit. We would switch and she would suck my cock. In a stunning failure of imagination, we never thought to have me inside her while she and/or I were expelling on the toilet (like a couple on this site have told me is part of their enema experience).

We went back to her bed where the incredible fucking was fucking incredible! On and on we went. I would cum, rest for a bit to allow my refractory period to resolve and then we'd start again. And so it went, like we couldn't get enough of each other. The last time I came inside her was from the spoon position on our sides. It was sometime around 3 AM and my cock was in her ass. K-Y made a huge difference in the feel (though it would dry a bit). After cumming in her ass, I stayed cuddled up behind her and we fell asleep that way. Obviously, sometime later, I fell out of her but we were still curled up next to each other for a long time.

Whenever I turned, she was always close by, even on this queen sized bed, and we'd reconnect for the next sleep phase. It was a good and deep sleep much of the time that morning. We both woke up a couple of times and got up to relieve our bladders from the enema action. But we were quickly back together in each other's arms.

I finally awoke and she wasn't there in bed with me. I could hear her down the hall speaking quietly. I thought that she must be on the phone talking to one of her friends. I looked at my watch and it was just past 11:30 AM. I had a very mellow and satisfied feeling and could barely wait for wait the next couple of days would bring.

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