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A lot later he went out into the corridor and checked Vic's bedroom. Vic's door was locked, the guy was bedded down for the night. He listened at the door of Texas and Flair's compartment, and he thought he heard voices. It didn't matter. Once women took off their public clothes and makeup they weren't likely to go parading around train corridors. Those ladies were also in for the night. Nor with the singsong rumble of the train wheels on the track would they be able to hear anything that went on next door at Maddy's.

George stood in the tight corridor on the swaying train for long moments before he knocked on Maddy's door to deliver Vic's message that Vic wouldn't be coming. It must have been about ten o'clock but it felt like one in the morning. Absolutely nobody was moving in this car, as far as he could see either way.

What would happen, he'd go in, deliver his message, make some dumb verbal pass, be refused and be out and back in his own compartment in less than a minute. She might just open the door and peek out and that would be all he got, a peek at a slice of her face and "goodnight".

Shit. Forget stolen sex. Knock on her door, deliver Vic's message and get it over with. His flask never said "no" to him.

He tapped on Maddy's door. Nothing happened. He tapped again and waited but nothing happened. He knew her door was not locked; it had to be open or Vic couldn't slip in. The railroad didn't hand out keys.

He opened her door and peeked in. The dim night light was on. Maddy laid on top of her bunk waiting for her lover, and she wore a sheer gown of silk that was mere gauze. He could see both her nipples plainly through the filmy stuff.

She was fast asleep!

Heart pounding, George Panther slipped into her compartment and closed and locked the door.

CHAPTER SIX

The train wheels clicked and the Pullman car rumbled while it swayed gently. George was all alone in a locked compartment with sexy young Maddy. She continued to sleep without the slightest sign of being aware anybody was in the room, her charms in that see-through negligee on bold display. Her skin was incredibly white and fine; her figure incredibly good. George could see almost every detail of her two ivory breasts, from the round bases up the exciting slopes to big aureoles and two succulent nipples. His niece? Easy to forget that!

His eyes swept on down to her flat stomach and navel, to her trim abdomen and then the exciting part, a thick bush of luxuriant black pubic hair that set off the pink of a small cunt that dazzled him. There was the sweet slope of her thighs and the clever curves of her calves, her whole body on display for him.

As he sat down tentatively on the sofa the porter hadn't made up, his cock began to rise. He thought Flair was as sexy a woman as he'd ever seen. Well, Maddy was Flair with an ivory skin instead of the tan, and luxurious hair of black instead of gold.

"Oh, baby, you are built!" he informed himself in a murmur.

Just to feast his eyes on the girl's nudity almost paid off for the trip. Well, he certainly didn't have to leave right away. She was asleep, apparently good for eight hours. Vic wouldn't be coming. His pulse was fast, his breathing deep, and his cock was now stiff in his pants. He sometimes had problems with hardons with his two dollar whores, but not here! It was more like Maddy Metcalf was a sexual sleeping beauty.

He unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. The train did not come to a screeching halt. Vic did not break down the door with an axe and rush shouting at him. Maddy did not wake up and scream. Nothing at all happened. The train rushed on through the night while the girl bounced sexily from the car motion, loose as a doll and he sat there with his exposed cock rock hard and thrilling.

George felt better. He might make something of a sexual adventure of this after all. Staring at the luscious body he jerked off until he dry-throbbed, unashamed and unconscious of his masturbation at his age. He did it whenever he found it necessary or desirable.

But tonight it didn't make sense when there was luscious female flesh to touch. He took off his pants and shorts and mounted Maddy's hips. She neither wakened nor moved except natural motions of sleep and the bounce of the railroad car.

He laid back her robe exposing her nudity. Her breasts drew his hands like magnets. He cupped each warm beauty and felt her unconscious response as the nipples rose to caress his palms.

"Oh, baby!" he thrilled.

She moved to make a brush-off gesture, so he quickly withdrew his hands. He lowered himself gently until his hard, burning cock rested on the smooth ivory skin of her belly. He rocked, prick caught between his belly and hers, feeling rushes of pure delight throughout his belly. Ah, this was more like it.

He got in about a dozen luscious strokes before she moved and frightened him into pulling up, his blade now dry-throbbing furiously from contact with that silken, sleep-hot belly. He felt pretty wild now. He risked spreading her legs, his heart pumping furiously. He made it on the second try.

"Great balls of fire, there it is, George!" he exulted.

Her pink cunt was totally open for prick play. But it was dry, of course. He'd wake her up if he plunged in, and he'd wake her up if he diddled her to make her juices flow. A neat problem. He forged ahead anyway, gently rubbing her warm cunt lips to see what could be done. He knew it was a losing game. By the time he got her hot and got his cock in she'd be awake and he was dead. Vic would fire him, he'd lose out with Phil and be put off the train at the next stop. Was one orgasm worth it?

Yet as he worked slowly and carefully his luck held. The warm little cunt in his hand grew slippery and began to swell. Once or twice the girl softly moaned in her sleep and bucked a little on his fingers. He guessed she was having sweet erotic dreams about now.

Suddenly his finger slipped all the way into her tight, body-hot vagina. She was all juiced up. He froze, thrilling to feel her pink cunt tunnel velvety around his fingers, oiled and ready now. She murmured groggily and half-opened her eyes. He gasped in fear and pulled his fingers out.

She moved a little but slept on. Then his eye fell on the small bottle by her bed. It was Phenobarbital, a liquid sleeping medicine. He'd used enough of it himself to recognize it. It was powerful, prescription stuff but easy for a nurse to get. He chuckled when he saw what had happened. Disappointed when Vic didn't show up, the girl must've taken a sleeping shot to drift to sleep. It would take more than gentle manipulation to waken her!

He was really on fire now. He had a good chance to get away with a fuck! He waited till she settled once again into undisturbed sleep, his nerves high with desire. She could be had all the way.

This time he eased her belly up a little and positioned his prick for entry. Then he pressed it forward, gently but firmly. His eager blade violated her outer cunt lips, found her notch. He gave a soft grunt of happiness and oozed into her, the young vagina gripping his jong with oiled persistence. The friction was fantastic!

"Oh, oh," he moaned in sublime pleasure. His wildest dream had been fulfilled. He had his stiff cock fucked right inside Maddy Metcalf's belly! Their loins slid together as he buried his cock all the way up into her. She bucked under him and murmured as if coming awake. He froze, hoping that she…

Catastrophe!

The excitement had been too much for his tensed-up sex equipment. Just as he got ready for a gentle, long sneak-fuck, his pleasure nerves overloaded. He was going to have to come and there was no way to stop it. He groaned in disappointment and pleasure as he felt the great rise to inevitable ejaculation.

"S-sorry!" he gasped.