I decided to take a vacation and rather than drive to Seattle from Los Angles, I would take the train. This would give me time to relax from my exhausting work and the pressure of driving the unfamiliar highways. I had two full weeks to take the trip; I decided this was one way to really enjoy my time of relaxation.

I boarded the train at the Los Angeles Depot at 7:30 in the morning and was escorted to my cabinet room of the Pullman unit car. I was very impressed with the porter that escorted me, as he was not only friendly but also quite handsome. He told me that he would be my attendant all the way to Seattle and if there was anything I needed, not to hesitate to ask. That really left an opening but I thought I'd better not make any comment at that point.

I noticed his nametag said Morgan Johnson and his uniform fit him as though it were tailored to his body. His body was beautifully proportioned and you could see that he either worked out a little or it was just from lifting a lot of luggage around which gave his biceps a distinct bulge in his short-sleeved shirt. His smile was infectious as he put my baggage down on the seat and I had the strongest urge to grab him and seduce him right there on the spot. Morgan turned to me and extended his hand for a shake and said that he hoped my trip would be a pleasant one and he exited from my room.

The train pulled out of the station about 10 minutes late but I was in no hurry. I just thought that this would be a good time to familiarize myself with the rest of the train and left my room to walk towards the dining car. As I walked down the narrow passageway, I could see Morgan, helping some little old lady get a cup of coffee that was offered 24 hours for the 1st class passengers. I had to walk to within inches of Morgan, as he stood sideways so that I may slip by. Just as I was passing, the train car swayed, upsetting my balance and I fell against Morgan's backside. I took this opportunity to push my lower torso right against his butt. I thought I felt him push harder against me but it may have been his way of catching his balance against my body weight. I apologized for my clumsiness and his comment was, "It happens all the time with the motion of the train and I'm used to people bumping into me. Don't feel bad, feel good. And you did." I must have instantly turned red in the face because Morgan gave me the cutest grin and a quick wink.

I walked on to the dining car and found myself a seat at a table for 2. I scanned the menu to see what I might like to have for breakfast and decided that I would only like some orange juice, toast and coffee.

After having my breakfast, I made my way back to my room and took a book out of my suitcase. I would read a bit and look at the sights out the window. The countryside was beautiful and the wild flowers along the railroad tracks were in full bloom.

I had been in my room for about 45 minutes when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood that grin that