Only two hours before, his flight from Chicago to Denver had been canceled, and then O’Hare shut down, due to the ferocious late winter storm slamming the midwest. Of course, most fellow commuters had grumbled their way back out to cars and cabs seeking shelter in houses and hotels, but Caleb had no such option. He had to be in Denver by 5 PM the next day, and couldn’t risk waiting on possible flights out over the next 24 hours. So, grabbing his carry-on and briefcase, he had rushed to the AMTRAK counter and barely had time to make the 9:15 MetroLiner to Denver. Though a slow and crowded alternative, it would get him into Denver with an hour to spare.... maybe.
His mind floated from the urgent business he had coming tomorrow, to thoughts of his wife and kids in their sprawling estate in suburban Chicago, to his childhood - when he last rode a train. Caleb was only eight years old, and had been incredibly excited about his “journey”. A rare time spent with his busy father, whose multi-national business kept him a stranger to their home and to Caleb’s life. But this trip, it was just Caleb and Dad, rolling along the mundane, colorless landscape of Indiana on their way to Cincinnati. But, to young Caleb, the scenery and sights out his club car window, the clandestine peeks and eavesdropping on the odd mix of male and female passengers, and the baritone sound of his voice as he quietly told Caleb not only a litany of obscure facts about the country and towns they passed, but also stories of his own childhood and eventual climb to the top of his vast empire. So much, of course, would seem to be a soliloquy that could not possibly be grasped by an eight year old mind. And his father would never patronize his children by sharing his rare moments with them talking at their “level”. No, it was his way to treat them all as peers, no different than he would talk to Caleb’s mom, or even a director on his board.
It is so strange, he reflected back, that although those words should not possibly have been so comprehensible to such a young boy, they had come back to him many times later on, and with each replay of what was the last time he saw his father, the detail became more clear until the entire seven hour trip was as vivid as film with sound. It was Caleb’s destiny that his father had tutored him throughout the trip, not just about his business, but really about who his father was, and by proxy, who Caleb would become.
A crackle over the speaker followed by the monotone voice of the conductor announcing the train’s arrival into Iowa City brought Caleb out of his daydream. Through the light of the approaching city, he watched the heavy swirling snow falling on already deeply covered roads and fields. The storm was no weaker as they traveled west, making him feel better about not waiting for later flights, but also making him wonder how much snow was ahead... and if his train was able to plow through to Denver. As it stopped, and doors hissed open, only one old man exited Caleb’s car, and six new passengers climbed aboard, their heavy coats and hats covered with snow. He heard several fellow Chicago passengers groan as their already cramped seating was filled with new, cold and wet bodies. Caleb had been lucky. When they left Chicago, he had the seat beside him empty, as well as the two facing across from him. Now, as the doors locked shut, the last new passenger worked her way up the aisle, weighing her options from the few seats left. He could hardly make out one feature of her heavily clad body, with an icy scarf still wrapped over her mouth and wide brim hat pulled half over her eyes. She stopped by his side, pulled the scarf from her face and said, “I’m sorry, do you mind if I take this seat across from you?”
Caleb shrugged, “Open seating, ma’am. I’ve been lucky so far. Not a lot of room, but you are welcome to what’s left.” Now he studied her more closely as she smiled and nodded, and began shedding hat, coat, scarf, and even her dripping fleece boots. He stood up and helped her push all but the wet boots in the overhead storage area. She smiled her thanks, slid her boots under the seat next to him, and settled into the seat diagonally across from him.
“I’m Molly, by the way, and don’t worry, I promise not to disturb your peace and quiet. This has been a long night, and I’m looking forward to sleeping all the way to Denver.”
Caleb studied her striking face, high cheekbones and wide green eyes, relaxed smiling full lips, rich auburn hair in total disarray. She was stunning, but unlike so many women he knew of lesser beauty, she seemed completely unaware, or unconcerned with this fact. “Hi Molly. I’m Cal, and please don’t worry about my peace. I wish I could sleep too, but I’m a lay down, sprawled out sleeper. I’m afraid this train will allow me only my daydreams tonight. But, you go ahead - make yourself as comfortable as AMTRAK allows, and I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”
The conductor had announced that there would be no further stops. The storm had closed some stations to their west, and they would be running a “deadhead” to Denver from Iowa City, hoping to get in on schedule even at the reduced speeds caused by the storm. Good luck for Molly, thought Caleb, envious of her ability to get comfortable. Sleep would be a welcome friend right now.
Molly pulled the blanket over her and arranged the pillow against her seatback, both items that Caleb had thoughtfully retrieved from the overhead for her, and stretched her feet out onto the window seat next to him. She leaned forward and covered her stocking feet.
“Do you mind?” she asked.
“Not at all, hon. Sweet dreams.” he smiled back.
He stared back out the window as the train steadily built up speed, soon leaving the glow of Iowa City as it was swallowed up by the black hole of a stormy winter night on the plains. While the train labored west, Caleb again drifted in and out of semi-consciousness, their car now darkened to allow the tired travelers a chance of sleep in the six hours before dawn would break. He looked across at Molly, so serenely beautiful, hair spread across her pillow, her sensuous smile hinting at dreams he wished he could sneak into. Life’s ironies, thought Caleb. It seems I spend half my life fending off pathetic advances from female admirers, so convinced their charms would stir my male desires, and make me abandon all vows and trust in my marriage. Never happened. Now, I am aroused and the fantasies begin to invade my mind, simply because a “40 something” handsome woman with a gentle smile and a polite demeanor chooses to sleep happily across from me. Should I feel guilty? Caleb smiled at the thought. Sure. “Jimmy Carter’s great sin”.
As he allowed the warmth of his “infidelity” to spread through his body, Caleb felt a light movement against his hip. He had raised the armrest between his and the window seat, and Molly had slid her foot against him in her sleep. Now, something in her subconscious world was causing the foot to flex and stroke her toes against him. Not wanting to wake her, or disrupt whatever lovely thought might be running its play in her head, Caleb just sat still and enjoyed the feeling and the vicarious pleasure he imagined she might be experiencing. His eyes stayed riveted on her face, watching as he detected her sensuous mouth spread into an even wider smile. Her silken toes continued their stroking of his hip, and he noticed that under the blanket her right hand seemed to be moving very slowly over her breast. Now his fairly innocent fantasies began to heat up. Was this an overactive imagination run amok while he sped through a dark winter night in no man’s land? Or was this gorgeous woman actually dreaming of the same type things as he?
Without even thinking, Caleb moved his hand over to the seat next to him, and slid it under Molly’s blanket. His fingers and thumb slowly slipped around her silky stocking foot. With only subliminal directions from his brain, his fingers began to lightly stroke up her heel, over her arch and ball of her foot, under her toes. He felt her reflexive response, as the foot stopped stroking and slightly jerked as her toes curled. He paused, watching her. Still sleeping, the smile still played across her face. His fingers retraced their light touch across her sole, and again her foot jerked slightly, then relaxed as her toes flexed back and her foot again moved against his hip. Continuing his soft caresses, he never took his eyes from the resting beauty across from him. With just the minimal light coming in the window from the car’s outside lantern, Caleb could see Molly’s lips part slightly, and her blanket move as her own fingers played over her nipple.
Now his hand glided from one foot to the other, repeating the light touches over soles, toes, tops of feet, and slim ankles.Varying his pressure, sometimes trailing his fingernails over the silky texture of her nylons, Caleb was growing more excited every moment as he felt her feet move against him, jumping, then stroking his thigh - Molly’s face changing subtly from quiet laughter to something more sensual. Her fingers kept teasing the nipple, and now he could see that her hips had begun barely moving under the blanket. What an incredible event this, thought Caleb. I feel like a trespasser, stealing my way into an intimate affair. But, despite the guilt my crime should bring, he was as aroused as he had ever been in his life. Acknowledging the overwhelming passion he felt growing in him, Caleb reached down and grabbed his throbbing penis through his pants.
Suddenly, Molly’s eyes opened. Caleb could not turn away from her as he had been staring intently at her beautiful face in its dream state, and now their eyes were locked and there was no way to break the bond. His fingers stopped their caresses, waiting for and expecting the anger or disgust that Molly would soon direct his way. But, instead she continued to stare back at Caleb, and began to move her foot against his leg again. She then looked down at where his left hand gripped his bulging pants, and slowly lifted her right leg over his thigh, nestling her other silken foot tightly against balls. With a will of their own, both his hands began to caress her feet again, his fingers squeezing and sliding over her toes. Molly’s right foot responded with a gentle slide up the length of his shaft.
As their eyes stayed locked, Molly reached down and slowly pulled off the blanket that had covered her during her sleep. With her right foot in his lap, her legs were now slightly spread, and Caleb’s eyes trailed down her torso, now admiring her shapely legs and straining to see into the darkened space between her thighs. Following his gaze, Molly shifted her body and pulled her skirt higher. As Caleb continued his strokes and light tickles, and Molly’s foot continued its soft caress of his hard penis, she moved her hand down over her breasts, tickling each nipple - causing a quick intake of breath - then on down her stomach between her long legs. As she squirmed lower in her seat, the little bit of light coming in their window slightly illuminated the darkness between her legs, and Caleb could now watch as Molly’s fingers traced circles through her hose over her lips and clit, while her eyes never left Caleb’s.
The insistent pressure from her foot on his throbbing penis, and the movement of her fingers and hips, were both driving Caleb to new heights of passion. But, neither was as erotic as staring into Molly’s half lidded eyes as he “felt” the passion she was experiencing and sending over to him in her stare. He continued moving his fingers over the sole and toes of her right foot as he watched her fingers repeat his every stroke on her pussy. His hard penis was straining with each brush of her toes, and he felt the first spasms rack his body of an orgasm that was approaching. As her fingers moved faster over her clit, her lids fluttered closed for a moment, and her hips began to buck and move in circles. Caleb could sense her orgasm approaching as well. God, how he wanted his head between her thighs, inhaling her scent, running his tongue where her fingers played. Suddenly, Molly’s eyes opened wide, her sensuous mouth spreading into a silent scream, she grabbed the blanket and stuffed its corner into her mouth, vainly trying to stop the loud moans, her fingers still circling her clit as the orgasm rolled through her whole body. It took every bit of control for Caleb to hold his own orgasm from bursting as he watched Molly writhe across from him.
Slowly, she came down from the crest of her ecstasy, and then pulled her skirt down over knees. Still staring into Caleb’s eyes, she slid her foot one more time up his still rock hard penis, then pulled both feet back under her seat. Then, gathering the blanket, Molly stood and moved across to sit in the window seat next to Caleb. Neither said a word. She arranged the big blanket to cover them both, curling her long legs up beside her. Then turning to face him in the nearly dark compartment, Molly reached up with one hand, caressed Caleb’s cheek, jaw, and then lightly traced a finger over his lips. His body shook with the simple, passionate gesture, and he leaned toward her and gently kissed her slightly parted lips. There was no hurry to their kiss. Both savored the taste, and the exquisite feeling of their lips and tongues exploring each other. But, each began to feel their heat build, and the kiss began to grow in strength. Molly’s right hand moved under the blanket, sliding over his hip and over his bulging pants. Her fingertips traced the same path that her silky toes had shortly abandoned, up his shaft, then they curled around his head through the cotton fabric causing Caleb to finally utter his first groan.
Under the blanket, Molly’s hand moved up as she unbuckled Caleb’s belt, then pulled the zipper of his pants down, never breaking their passionate kiss. His throbbing penis immediately broke free from its constraints, pushing through the fly of his boxer shorts, which were now wet from the pre-cum that had been pouring from him since their first contact long ago. Her fingers wrapped around its girth, squeezing gently, her thumb teasing lightly over his sensitive glans. When she began to slowly stroke him, Caleb felt the rush again of his orgasm building from deep inside his swollen balls. His hips moved up, and only then did Molly break free from his lips, and move her tousled head down beneath the blanket. Caleb’s head shot back against the seatback as her warm lips touched his penis, and her soft tongue swirled sensuously over its head, licking away his juices. She continued the steady stroking, squeezing harder, while her tongue traveled down the underside and back over the head. Caleb groaned deep in his throat as he felt the first spasms begin. Sensing his orgasm, Molly wrapped her lips around his pulsing head...then down farther ... as his orgasm rolled over him, and hot jets of cum shot from him, covering her tongue, lips, and deep into her throat. His body was racked with waves of sensation as the orgasm continued for what felt like hours, and Molly’s lips and hand milked every drop of his copious seed. Finally, the sensations lessened and she raised her face to his, and they again kissed each others mouths hungrily. Never in Caleb’s life had he ever even considered kissing a mouth that had just received his own cum, but now it seemed so natural and passionate he actually was excited by the act.
As they continued their languid kiss, Caleb’s hand softly caressed Molly’s neck, and slid down her long throat and onto her breast. His fingers moved into her blouse, teasing the soft skin above her bra. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she swelled against the pressure from his hand. His fingers then slid under the bra’s lacy edge and found her engorged nipple, lightly teasing its tip, then rolling it gently with thumb and forefinger. He felt Molly’s breath catch, and a low moan escaped through her more urgent kiss. The sensation had an immediate effect on Caleb. His penis began to swell again as their passion was rekindled. Caleb continued caressing her nipple, and he felt Molly reaching down under the blanket and her hips rise as she pulled off her hose and panties. Hungrily following her cue, Caleb moved his hand from her breast down over her stomach, lightly over her bare thigh, and slowly under her hiked skirt.
His fingers slid high up her hot thigh and he felt her wetness before they reached her hair. Running one finger slowly from the base of her lips, he traced the outline of her swollen lips as they parted, up slowly to her wet, throbbing clit. Molly gasped and arched her back as his finger circled the sensitive flesh, moving her legs wider. Their kiss grew deeper, tongues entwined in the passion growing in each of them. Caleb easily slid two fingers deep inside her, as his thumb caressed her shaking clit. Molly’s hips squirmed and bucked as he teased and fondled her. Her breathing became tortured, and Caleb could feel the spasms begin against his fingers. Suddenly, Molly pulled free from their kiss, eyes locked on his, and rolled over him under their blanket. Straddling his hips, she reached down grabbing his now fully erect penis in her hand, and slowly ran its engorged head over her wet lips and clit. Caleb reached up, unbuttoned her blouse as he stared back into her half lidded eyes, and unclasped her bra, freeing her straining breasts and turgid nipples. As Molly continued to stroke him and circle her clit with him, Caleb softly licked and sucked each nipple. The sensations for both were reaching overload, and Molly pulled his head into her hot opening, then slowly lowered her hips ... swallowing his huge penis until she was pressed tight to his groin. Her eyes grew wide with the intense sensation as he filled her and vibrated inside her walls. Molly slowly rocked, rubbing her enflamed clit against his pelvis. As Caleb flicked his tongue faster over her nipples, both felt their orgasms rushing up from every corner of their bodies to the center of their sexes. He began to thrust as her hips rose and fell faster against him, and then they both kissed hard to stifle the screams that threatened as their orgasms peaked and crashed like thunderous waves on a beach. Neither could stop. Caleb continued to shoot jets of semen deep inside her, still rock hard and throbbing. Molly, moved from one long orgasm to another, as Caleb’s piston slid in and out, never changing its pace or fullness. Finally, their spasms subsided and both clung tightly to each other, feeling the last electric shocks go through their bodies with any slight movement.
After a long time of just holding each other, Molly pulled her head off Caleb’s shoulder and very softly ran her lips against his. Then she slid off him onto the seat beside him. Both quietly redressed, and Molly folded the blanket and placed it on the seat across from them. Reaching into her purse, she grabbed a pen and small card and began to write. Caleb read the card she handed him, barely able to make out the printing in the dim light.
Kasan Industries
Molly O’Reilly
Senior Vice President - Communications
And written in pen, a home phone number, and another marked “Denver”. Caleb stared at the name and felt a chill run through him. He reached over to his jacket and removed his own card, handing slowly to Molly. He said nothing, nor did she, as she read.
TELSTAR INTERNATIONAL, Ltd
Caleb R. O’Reilly, Jr.
Chairman and CEO
Both silently looked at each other, no words passing, and each felt the searing pain tear at their hearts, which only moments ago were thrilled with both passion and an unexplainable love that two strangers had no right to share. In a world known for coincidences that occur daily, two strangers chance meeting with same last names was not earth shattering. But, Caleb’s mother’s name was Kasan ...and there was no coincidence in this world that could keep his mind from painfully recognizing the fact of this encounter. For Molly, too, the realization was just as swift. She knew nothing of Emily Kasan, but she certainly new her beloved father, Caleb Russell O’Reilly.
They spent the final four hours of the trip into Denver holding each other’s hands, and talking in soft whispers of their so different, yet similar lives. Such a wonder to both, the completion of a story that both Caleb and Molly were at once devastated by, and also filled with awe and joy discovering. As the train pulled into the station, Molly rose and gathered her coat and purse. They both stood and embraced, neither willing to let go. Finally, they broke and kissed lightly. Then, his beautiful half-sister turned and walked down the aisle to the doors, leaving Caleb staring after her.
Taking his time, Caleb was the last to depart the car. As he stepped to the platform, his eyes found the curly auburn hair well down the station landing, and Caleb stared at the smiling face he remembered so vividly from his last train ride over thirty years before. Gathering his bag, Caleb smiled and slowly walked away in the opposite direction.
