Krissy the Insatiable Rides Again, and Again

By Charlie Ann Fay

Krissy boards the Amtrak headed across the country to San Francisco where she hopes to earn enough as an exotic dancer at a men's dance club to rebuild her life after a fire that destroyed her family's ranch, killed her parents, and left her fiancé hanging to life by a thread. Krissy's nickname among her girl pals is "Krissy the Insatiable," and she pays her train fare with favors for the conductor. Krissy's creativity makes for a busy four nights on the Southwest Chief. As it winds its way from Chicago to Union Station in Los Angeles Krissy meets a wealthy, and kinky, Texas cattle rancher and his two sons, and has a very personal tour of the locomotive cab. After the layover in Union Station, the Thruway Bus to Bakersfield, the San Joaquin to Sacramento, and finally the Capital Corridor to Jack London Square, Krissy is ready for the last leg of her journey. Krissy discovers that the ferry boat ride from the terminus of Amtrak's Capitol Corridor to Fisherman's Wharf is long enough for a ménage de trois. When the lights of San Francisco greet Krissy at last she has a nice grubstake and sets out to find a rooming house and a job.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Ann Fay
• Release date: Jan 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005458942

Charlie Ann Fay

Charlie Fay is the pseudonym of a real farm girl who grew up on a farm and loves animals, especially horses, dogs, cats, pigs, and chickens! After a career as an attorney Charlie returned to her first love-writing fiction. When Charlie's not having fun sharing her fantasies with her readers, she enjoys hiking and riding the backcountry on her horses. Charlie is very, very, happily married and has a half-dozen adult children.

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Krissy Rides, and Rides Again and Again

Krissy the Insatiable, Book 1

By Charlie Ann Fay

Published by Insatiable Girls Press

at Smashwords

copyright 2021 by Charlie Ann Fay

Krissy looked from under her eyebrows at the Amtrak conductor swaying in the aisle waiting for her to produce a ticket. Can you come back later?

He frowned. Krissy tugged at her low-cut blouse and briefly revealed one breast. Though petite she was strong from ranch work and buxom, and the conductor's eyes widened for an instant before he moved on. Krissy relaxed in her seat and patted her hidden money belt. Her plan to travel across the country relying only on her wits had worked out so far and she should arrive in San Francisco before the end of the day.

Through the western window the sun flirted with the horizon and disappeared a few minutes later. In the fading twilight Krissy unpacked her lap robe. She spread the red and green plaid coverlet under and over her and hiked her skirt up around her hips. She moved her long honey-blonde hair up and pulled the robe around her shoulders. Krissy leaned back in the seat against the vibration of the wheels on the tracks. She'd staved off aspiring seat mates so the seat next to her, where she expected the conductor to sit, remained empty.

The north-bound San Joaquin began its journey from the Bakersfield Amtrak station and by the time the conductor checked the tickets of all the passengers and returned, Krissy was ready for him. She eyed him as he stood beside her and tapped his ticket scanner with his forefinger. Not that it mattered, but he was quite cute, in a Dick Van Dyke way.

Sit down. Krissy scooted over and patted the seat beside her. The conductor sat.

What's your name? she asked.

Oskar. With a 'k.'

Krissy put her hand out and Oskar met it with his, and, instead of shaking hands, Krissy slipped Oskar's hand under her lap robe and between her bare thighs. She squeezed his hand up against her pussy. Oskar shuddered. Electricity from his fingers vibrated against the crotch of her panties. Oskar leaned over her.

I've been thinking about your breasts, he whispered. He ran his lips down her neck. Krissy pulled the robe to cover them both and laid her hand on the front of his pants where she outlined his swelling cock.

Oskar. Krissy rubbed her hand across his cock and then closed her eyes as his hand explored her panties. He slipped his fingers inside and moved them between the lips of her pussy. He stroked her as his cock stiffened under her hand.

I don't have a ticket. Is that a problem? Krissy licked her lips, leaving the tip of her tongue exposed between her teeth.

No, Oskar said, Not at all.

Four days earlier, Krissy had boarded the Southwest Chief in Chicago just after lunch where it began its four-night journey west to Union Station in Los Angeles. After the fire that killed her parents, destroyed their ranch, and left her fiancé, Will, in critical condition after saving her life, Krissy had nowhere to go and no