CJ and I had one of our adventures on Saturday.
We are both lovers of railroading and trains. Baltimore and Maryland being home to the first railroads in the country lends us plenty of opportunities to indulge in our mutual enjoyment of the rails.
Yesterday we took advantage of one of them: The Western Maryland Scenic Railroad.
It was absolutely beautiful, green rolling mountains, the rocking of an old Pullman car, coal smoke, steam, 250 tons of a Baldwin engine. I came home with approximately 75 photos. I wish I could show them all off to you here, instead I've included two favorites.
I observed the crowds enjoying the trains. They were men and women, young and old, all different backgrounds. Trains are romantic and these people knew it. Why is it so though?
The power? The explorations? The movies we've seen where trains were major characters?
(Murder On The Orient Express, Strangers On A Train, Lady On A Train, and The Polar Express, to name a few)
What makes a train sexy?
It must have all gotten to CJ. We went through a tunnel on the trip and there were no lights in the cars or in tunnel. Pitch black. CJ quickly grabbed my tits and started groping me. I played back by finding his crotch and starting to massage.
The light at the end of the tunnel was our signal to stop. But the train doesn't have to go into the tunnel for me to know what's going on.