Training on a Train - Follow Up
A quick update on my encounter with Lorilei.
Last night, I called her - to see if she was OK following our amazing time on the train. She assured me all was good, and she was glad to have taken the chance with me.
During our conversation, we relived our introduction and our pleasure. The conversation was stimulating, and we began to more graphically revisit our time in my berth. I confessed that I was beginning to feel some of the same feelings I'd felt on the train. She made the same confession.
I asked if she'd ever indulged in cyber-sex. She giggled a bit, and said "No, I've not!" My reply was, "Lorilei, if we're going to continue our graphic conversation about our train encounter, I will need to excuse myself. It's becoming increasingly stimulating for me, and I'll need to take care of myself. That is, unless you'd like to join me." After a bit of cajoling, Lorilei, consented.
We took it slowly, as we did on the train. From conversation to self-stimulation, all the while being graphic about what we were doing with ourselves, it was another excellent time together.
On completion of our "session," she blurted out "The more we share, the more I feel comfortable with you - an older, mature guy. Young guys would never have the patience, or the techniques, you've shown."
We ended our conversation, and I slept like a baby. I trust she did, also.
For my next trip to the Pacific Northwest (next month), I have already arranged a stop-over, so we can spend some real time together.
Last night, I called her - to see if she was OK following our amazing time on the train. She assured me all was good, and she was glad to have taken the chance with me.
During our conversation, we relived our introduction and our pleasure. The conversation was stimulating, and we began to more graphically revisit our time in my berth. I confessed that I was beginning to feel some of the same feelings I'd felt on the train. She made the same confession.
I asked if she'd ever indulged in cyber-sex. She giggled a bit, and said "No, I've not!" My reply was, "Lorilei, if we're going to continue our graphic conversation about our train encounter, I will need to excuse myself. It's becoming increasingly stimulating for me, and I'll need to take care of myself. That is, unless you'd like to join me." After a bit of cajoling, Lorilei, consented.
We took it slowly, as we did on the train. From conversation to self-stimulation, all the while being graphic about what we were doing with ourselves, it was another excellent time together.
On completion of our "session," she blurted out "The more we share, the more I feel comfortable with you - an older, mature guy. Young guys would never have the patience, or the techniques, you've shown."
We ended our conversation, and I slept like a baby. I trust she did, also.
For my next trip to the Pacific Northwest (next month), I have already arranged a stop-over, so we can spend some real time together.
10 years ago