It was a series of firsts for Jenny.
The petite redhead was off to start her basic training with the Air Force.
It had taken Jenny close to a year to go through the signing-up and acceptance process and finally she was on her way.
Her basic training was to be conducted at #1 Manning Depot located in St. Jean, Quebec, about thirty miles south of Montreal.
The recruiting officer had supplied her with train tickets to get her from her hometown to the Manning Depot.
The trip involved three trains, one to Toronto and an overnight trip from Toronto to Montreal where she would get the local milk run to St. Jean.
Her parents saw her off at the station as she boarded the Toronto-bound train at the local depot. She waved her good-byes from the coach window as the train slowly left the station
Switching trains at Toronto's Union Station went without a hitch. Jenny had ample time to have a coffee before she had to board the Montreal bound overnighter.
The Montreal train had already been made up into Pullman berths when she boarded. She sat in the Club Car until the conductor came around and assigned her a berth.
While waiting in the Club Car she met Paul, another trainee also bound for the Air Force Manning Depot. As they chatted the conductor came by and assigned them neighboring bunks in the same coach, Paul getting the upper and Jenny the lower.
It was shortly after ten o'clock when the train left Toronto to begin its journey to Montreal. The newly acquainted couple sat talking until almost all the passengers had left to bunk down for the next six hours.
Knowing it would be an early morning wakeup as the train pulled into Montreal they finally decided to find their assigned bunks.
The coach's sway side-to-side as the train sped eastward making walking down the narrow aisles difficult. Jenny felt like a drunken sailor trying to keep on a steady course. Paul was right behind her with his hands on her waist helping stabilize her. She knew she shouldn't have had that drink but as the bar steward hadn't asked Paul for her I.D. and it was her first alcoholic drinks she had thrown caution to the wind.
Arriving at their designated births Paul pulled back the curtain for the top bunk and climbed up in.
With Paul safely in his bunk Jenny pulled open the curtain on the lower bunk and climbed in closing the curtain behind her.
The space was cramped but she found that she could talk to and hear Paul quite clearly just a few feet above her. She hoped he didn't snore in the night.
In the confined space she struggled out of her pullover and bra slipping on her pajama top. Her jeans and panties were a bit more difficult having to raise her ass to slide them off her hips and down her legs. Eventually she had successfully changed into her pajamas.
"Good night." Paul said from above.
"Good night." Jenny answered closing her eyes.
Jenny was uncertain how long she had been sleeping when she awaken noticing the train had stopped.
She heard the conductor walking down the aisle softly announcing it was just a routine crew changing stop.
The coach fell silent once more and Jenny heard strange noises coming from Paul's bunk above her. He was masturbating!
Jenny had an older brother and she knew all about boys masturbating. She had caught Darrel at it.
