Beauty Queen

Let me begin by saying that this is a true story and it just goes to prove that great things can happen. It was over twenty years ago and I was on my way home from the city of Montreal where I had just spent the summer directing a military band. For a fresh-faced kid just out of my third year of university, the city was a smorgasbord of incredibly beautiful women and I must confess that many were just too beautiful for words. At the time, I was rather a shy kid and I am sure that I let a lot of romantic, if not lusty, opportunities pass me by but it wasn't until my train ride home to the city of Windsor a few hundred miles away that one such opportunity was not passed.

The train was crowded on the first leg of the trip to Ottawa but, to my surprise, the coach in which I rode all but emptied and I sat there alone expecting another throng of travelers to board. As the train lurched into action, I sat alone in the long tube that was a train car. I shrugged and returned to my reading and soon became lost in the words on the page and oblivious to my surroundings. Neither did I hear the heavy door slide open and close nor did I hear the soft footsteps of one of the most incredibly beautiful women I had ever laid eyes upon. She was dressed in a skirt and loose fitting blouse and her blonde hair cascaded down her slender neck and rested on her shoulders. She walked past me, her lips smiling and her pale blue eyes swallowing me. Although I managed to return her smile, I must confess that I was speechless and totally in awe of her. As she proceeded out of my view, I heard her sit not too far behind me. The sweet fragrance of her surrounded me and as hard as I tried I could not get the vision of her beauty from my mind. Needless to say, I wished desperately to have the courage to approach her.

Once the train was on its way, I mustered the resolve and, standing to get a drink from the bar car, asked this beauty if she would care to have something fully expecting her to coldly turn me down. To my surprise, she accepted the offer and in speed that could only be compared to a rabbit in heat, I quickly returned carrying two drinks. She did not have to ask me twice to join her and soon found myself sitting at her side. We introduced ourselves and I found that Cara was two years older than my own 20 years. I was elated to find that she too was going to Windsor with a two hour lay over in Toronto and over the next hour we found we had a lot in common and had become friends. What I did not know was that Cara was the reigning Miss Canada and, had I known that I would have been far too shy to ask if she wanted a drink from the bar car. I also learned that Cara had recently broken up with her boyfriend because he was beginning to become jealous of her and everything she was doing. In the back of my mind, I was probably thinking that I had a chance with her.

We were about 30 minutes outside of Toronto when the conductor came into the coach and announced that there had been an accident on the tracks and connections to Windsor would be delayed by up to 24 hours. "Damn," Cara mumbled, "I needed to be in Windsor tomorrow by noon." Rather than replying immediately I thought about her predicament then said, "Why not take a flight into Windsor?" To me, it did not seem to be a stroke of genius but, rather, a logical alternative. However, to Cara, it was a brilliant solution and she wrapped her arms around my neck and delivered a deep sensuous kiss which my youthful passions responded to most willingly. When we got into Union Station, she kissed me again and I reluctantly bid this beautiful woman "good bye!"

I, on the other hand, had no pressing need to get home so rather than booking a flight, I decided to book into the stately old Royal York Hotel. It was owned by dear family friends so I knew a room was available and, when I called them they told me they would call the front desk to assure a room. For a twenty-year old, to have such connections was most empowering and, smugly, I hung up the receiver in the rambling central area of the train station. The Royal York was only steps away from the train station, so I decided to take my time. That decision was about to change my night completely.

As I strolled through the terminal Cara caught my eye winding through the throngs of people without either transport or accommodation. She looked decidedly dejected and came directly over to me. "I can't get a flight until tomorrow morning!" There was panic in her voice as she went on to proclaim, "and after trying to get the last seat on that flight I now cannot find a place to stay." Her sigh was deep and, as a young man, it only served to fuel the desires that she had ignited since our meeting. I looked into her eyes and, as calmly as possible and trying to hide my ulterior motives softly replied, "I have a room at the Royal York. I have no idea what the room is or how big, but if you want to crash at my place you are more than welcome." I was going to say something trite like "I promise to be a gentleman," but I did not want to be a gentleman. I wanted to have this amazing creature. The look in her eye told me she was unsure but her situation did not leave any bargaining power so she thanked me and, towing our luggage behind us, we made our way to the grand hotel. The short journey was very quiet and Cara barely spoke.

We arrived at the front desk of the opulent lobby and I introduced myself to the desk manager who promptly greeted me as if I were royalty. He told me the room was presently being readied for our visit and would be approximately 45 minutes. The time was just past eight and neither Cara nor myself had eaten since breakfast so I said we would be in the dining room. The desk manager quickly summoned the porter to take our bags up stairs and the maitre d' from the restaurant who was promptly instructed to take special care of us. Although I took this treatment for granted by virtue of our family's acquaintance with the owners, Cara was clearly impressed. "You seem to have some connections! I called here and they politely told me they had been booked solid for the past two weeks. I even told them who I was and they apologized but said there was little they could do." I treated her statement a little coldly and ushered her into the dining room.

Dinner conversation was light and allowed us to get to know one another and, in spite of her celebrity, Cara was a lovely down-to-earth kind of girl. She spoke openly of her ex-boyfriend and her frustration with his neediness and, I told her that I had the same experience with a girlfriend that had long since been dumped. At dinner's conclusion, the Maitre d' asked me to simply sign the tab and escorted us directly to the elevator and told the bell captain to take us to our room the latter obviously knowing what room that would be.

I was disappointed to find that we had been placed in the Royal Suite knowing that it had three bedrooms and separate baths for each one and that would preclude me from at least getting a glimpse of this beauty's naked body. The upside, of course, would be that we would be comfortable for the night; and, there was always hope that we could become great friends over time. After tipping the bell captain $20.00 he closed the door behind him as he left and I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my body simply because I was with her. To my surprise, she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, once again, deeply thanking me for doing this for her. I wanted to protest and tell her I was doing it more for me than her but stopped short of saying it.

I gave her a quick tour of the large suite and asked her which room she wanted and, to my chagrin she opted for the smaller bedroom and proceeded to take her suitcase in and close the door. It was just past 9:30 and I was not about to go to bed, so I uncorked the bottle of champagne and poured myself a glass then sat in the familiar overstuffed leather chair. I picked up the magazine sitting on the table and thumbed through it although my mind raced at the thought of the beautiful Cara behind the door to my left getting naked. The thought occurred to me to go in but I decided that her being Miss Canada it might be a problem dealing with the press so sat thinking only of her incredible body and those eyes that constantly devoured me.

It had been quiet in her room for almost an hour and I had grown annoyed. She just vanished and I was offended. But as the ire rose and I decided to turn in, her door opened. She explained that she had to make a couple of calls to reset her schedule and it took longer than she thought. She did not, however, "change into something more comfortable". We finished the bottle of champagne and kissing her good night I watched her disappear into her room. After washing and undressing, I climbed between the sheets the fine cotton soothing the heat of my naked body.

I could feel myself drifting into sleep when I heard my door open. I looked to see a silhouette caught in the beams of the sitting room lights. My cock grew hard at the sight. It appeared that she had no clothes on. I remained silent and waited to see what she would do. She tip-toed towards me thinking me asleep and you can imagine my shock when she lifted the duvet and slid into my bed behind me. She pressed her firm round breasts against my back making my cock pound and throb with anticipation then, feeling her warm breath on my neck, Cara whispered, "I hope you don't mind Dillon but I was thinking that this would be the best way to thank you for everything." I rolled over to face her and softly said, "You don't know how much I crave you right now, but Cara, you do not need to do this."

"That is what makes sharing this with you so special. You did not ask anything in return for your kindness and I have to tell you that since being crowned Miss Canada you would not believe the demands every person I meet expects me to fulfill." As she spoke, I softly touched her bare breast feeling the hard nipple and knew instantly she was as excited as I. I slowly drew circles around her firm fleshy nipple and felt her hand tracing down my abs and begin to stroke my hard cock. "I want you Dillon," her soft whisper rang in my ears; she kissed my lips so passionately I had to concentrate on not blowing my load.

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