Lorilei - Sex Stories

Lorilei

I am eastbound from the West Coast to the Upper Midwest, riding a train. Train travel has become my primary method of long-distance travel in the U.S., in addition to driving a car. I find it to be relaxing, and romantic. Today, in the Dining Car (communal seating), I was alone until a Dining Car attendant e****ted a young blonde woman to my table and asked if I minded a partner. I looked up, saw the prospective diner's face, and assured the attendant I'd love to have company. Lorilei is her name, and she was seated directly across the table from me. This gave me ample opportunity to take in her obvious youthful beauty: lovely brow, hypnotic eyes, gentle jaw line, and a smile that would light up any room. Lorilei and I exchanged introductions, and I soon discovered she was not quite 22 years old (February baby) and had just finished college. She was planning on continuing her studies, to earn a double Master's in Psychology and Criminal Justice. Obviously, beauty and brains. I shared my background, personal and professional, with this lovely and charming nymph. As I am remarkably older than she, I kept the conversation light and friendly. As we chatted over salads, then entrees, we came to enjoy some very in-depth conversation about each other. She came from a f****y of "d**ggies." I came from a f****y of d***ks. Neither of us was about following our other f****y members, and each had made, or was about to make, something of ourselves. While in her mid 20s, her bearing was ...

... of a woman much older. Lorilei is a beauty, to be sure. I sized her up to be about 5'3" 100# likely a 32A or B. She sported a clingy tank top under a white blouse that was buttoned only about her waist. Very fetching. I confess to sneaking an occasional peek at her bodice, her slight tits barely bulging the knit fabric. I suspect she sensed my glances, but did not give it away. As we'd finished our entrees, and ordered dessert (I ordered it only to prolong our time), our conversation shifted to much more personal v. f****y conversation. She commented that she'd been so busy at college studies, and some extracurricular activities, she'd had little to no time for a social life. I smiled, chuckled, and said "Welcome to MY world." Often so busy with my business, I was only able to steal away for moments of social togetherness, as it were. She chuckled and asked, "Well, what are we going to do about it?" Now, if you could see Lorilei, you would likely identify a girl next door, sweet and innocent c***d. That certainly was MY vision. After her question, though, I began to rethink my impression. I smiled at her, and said, "Lorilei, if you're trying to shock me, I fear you've missed the mark. At my age and experience level, it's quite difficult to shock me. Besides, I could be your grandfather, at my age!" "That's why I asked what we're going to do about our situations!" She went on to say she'd had some dalliances (my word) in high school, but hadn't actually "gone all the way." I ...