Chapter 01: My Brother-In-Law
[This is a work of fiction. All places, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]
It was the summer of 1946, and my, my! The traffic going to the train station in Chicago was horrible! My eighteen year old son was taking me. I was going to go out west to a ranch in Colorado for a long delayed vacation. The horse ranch, the Circle 8, was owned by my deceased husband's brother, Raymond. I had not seen Ray for ten years. My husband, Larry, and I lived in Florida, until the late war started and Ray was very busy raising horses, so we seldom got together. The war increased our separation from Ray and mine from my husband when he was called back into service to work in intelligence.
Shortly after the war began, I moved back to Chicago to be near relatives and to get a new job. Just after I received the government telegram informing me of Larry's death in January of 1944, I called Ray to tell him. Ray immediately invited me out to his Colorado ranch to get away and to rest, but I declined. In my June birthday card, Ray again invited me, but it wasn't until his 1945 Christmas card and enclosed train ticket to Colorado that the wheels were set in motion and I decided to go come summer. Now, here it is June and I am on my way.
I am in my mid forties (in 1946), but still athletically fit and toned as I work out at a gym four to five days a week for two hours each time. I stand six feet in my bare feet and top the scales at 145 lbs. My boobs measure a cool 35 E and my butt still tucks up nice and tight. My long, shapely legs complement my long torso and my long arms. I am not scrawny, but I am long, lean, and mean. I have not dated since my husband died, but I did have one six week affair that ended badly over a year ago and I have been steadily horny as hell again ever since.
Well, son Carl got me to the station and onto the correct platform to board the train to Colorado. We hugged tightly and kissed goodbye and then Carl watched as I boarded for the two day, one night trip. The porter walked me to the Pullman car car and found my berth compartment where I stowed my bags and gear. As I left my room to go to the dining car, I saw a young, blonde stud in the narrow aisle giving me the eye. I only got a quick glance at him as I squeezed past him in the confined space, but I liked what I saw. It must have showed, because he managed to brush a boob and cop a feel of my ass as we passed! That set the electric sparks tingling between my ass and my boobs! I got to the diner and sat at a table and ordered a bloody mary. While I was perusing the menu for the evening meal, the young stud from the sleeping car sat down one table in front of and facing me.
I kept my eyes on the menu (with surreptitious looks over it) and he kept his eyes on me! The waiter appeared and I ordered fillet minion, augratin potatoes, creamed asparagus, coffee, and cherry cobbler with ice cream. A short time later, the waiter reappeared with another bloody mary and said it was complements of the young gentleman at the next table. I raised my glass and my head, made eye contact with the stud and nodded my thanks.
He slowly rose and came over to my table. He said, "Hi, my name is Kurt. May I join you?"
"Yes," I said, "that would be nice, I do not like to eat alone." The waiter appeared and took Kurt's order. We both simultaneously started to ask, "Where are you......." I finished alone, "Going?"
We laughed and he said, "I am headed to Oregon and a new job as a truck driver in the logging industry." He said he was thirty-one and had been a heavy equipment operator in Florida.
I said, "I am going to Colorado to the ranch owned and operated by my brother-in-law. It is a long awaited vacation for me."
He asked, "What do you do?"
I said, "I have owned and managed a real estate business in Florida for a number of years, but I moved back to Chicago at the start of the late war."
He said, "I see you do not wear a wedding ring."
I replied, "No, I lost my husband at the Battle of Bulge in Belgium and I have been a widow for two years now and unattached." We continued our get acquainted conversation until the food arrived. We were both so hungry that silence reigned while we kept our mouths busy working on food rather than words. But other means of communication were about to begin!
I was wearing a light summer dress with half slip and strapless bra that pushed my boobs up and revealed a large amount of deep cleavage. The dress had a very low, scooped neck line. I was barefoot in sandals. Kurt was dressed in light slacks, light short sleeved shirt and loafers. As we started to eat, I felt a stocking foot begin to rub my left calf. I smiled and the foot moved up under my dress to my thigh to rub some more. Then the foot withdrew while we finished our meal.