Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2024 14:56:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danielle Stefani <daniellestefani997@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danielle's Diary: The Train Ride to Atlantic City

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                               Danielle's Diary
                  The Amorous Exploits of a New Jersey T-Girl
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                    Episode 1: "Vacation in Atlantic City!
                  Chapter I: The Train Ride to Atlantic City"
                       by DanielleStefani997@yahoo.com
             Copyright(c)2023 Danielle Stefani, All Rights Reserved

Day 1: Sunday

	Daniel was excited. It'd been nearly a year since he had vacation time
available and he planned almost every last detail of what he was going to do:
take a week and visit Atlantic City with a stay at the Starr Hotel & Casino!
Although he'd been born in Atlantic City, New Jersey, and still called it his
hometown, he hadn't been there at any great length since he was a child. He
needed a vacation from his office management position, and that's where he
intended to go. Oh, he may be traveling to and from the casino resort city in
guy mode, but he planned on spending the entire time there as his feminine
alter ego: Danielle. He had plans to take enough clothing for the six days of
paradise that she would need: lingerie, stockings, a couple blouse and shorts
sets and high heels. He even threw in a couple of bikinis, just in case!
	Now after weeks of planning, her bags were packed and he was ready to
go! All that remained was to decide on a way to get to Atlantic City. A few
options presented themselves: drive, take a bus, or take the new direct-to-
Atlantic City train that the transit company recently started. It would be a
two-or so hour drive, and a pleasant one at that, and there were no drawbacks
to driving. But this was supposed to be a vacation, let someone else do the
driving! A bus trip can be a very adventurous thing, but it can also be a very
cramped adventure. So it was decided: take the train!
	It was very warm in early July that morning and Daniel dressed
accordingly: button-up light-striped 3/4-sleeve blouse, denim shorts, white
ankle socks and tennis shoes. Underneath, he wore a simple baby pink bra and
panty set. The choice of clothes was nothing overtly feminine, but they *were*
women's clothes. Only two things that were obviously feminine could be plainly
seen; those were the small pink and silver band he wore on his right pinky and
the ankle bracelet of silver hearts that rested gently around his right ankle.
He also wore a pair of small hoop earrings, but many men wore those these days,
so they didn't necessarily count toward femininity. He brushed his fingers
through his brown hair, smoothing it out.
	Making sure he had everything that was needed, he grabbed his two bags
and headed out the door.

	After almost an hour on the local bus and numerous glances from other
riders, some appreciative of his appearance, many not-so-appreciative, he
arrived at Penn Station in Newark to catch his train. Checking the big board in
the main lobby of the station, Daniel saw that his train was on schedule to
leave at 10:15 that Sunday morning. As he had slightly less than thirty minutes,
he stopped at a newsstand for a newspaper, an orange juice and some snacks for
the trip. As the clock in the station chimed ten o'clock, he pushed the door
open and walked out onto the platform. He looked about him and saw that only
about a dozen people were waiting for his train. He smiled to himself at his
good planning to take the trip starting on a Sunday; most people would be
headed away from the shore to get back home to prepare for the forthcoming
workweek.
	Minutes later, a train horn blasted at the far end of the station as
the train pulled into the terminal. Daniel picked up his backpack and overnight
bag and slowly walked toward the train, so that when the train had finally
stopped, he was almost to the last car of the train. Seconds later the doors
slid open and he boarded the car.
	Taking a glance left, he saw that the car was about half-full of people
that had previously boarded the train in New York City. Turning right, he
entered the car and saw two passengers, both older women. He smiled pleasantly
at them as he made his way to the last car. Entering the final car of the train,
he smiled again to himself...he loved the last car of the train as most people
stayed in the forward and middle cars, to be closer to the station's exits. He
enjoyed having the peace and quiet to enjoy the ride, looking out the windows
or reading without being interrupted or distracted.
	Walking to almost the end of the car, he placed the overnight bag on the
shelf above the seats and placed his backpack on the seat where he planned to
sit. As the seats on the trains were adjustable, he pushed the seatback that was
in front of him forward so that he had not only his seat to enjoy, but the one
in front in case he wanted to put his feet up comfortably. This feature of the
seats afforded families the opportunity to sit facing one another; Daniel used
it to make the long trip more relaxed.
	He moved his backpack to the other seat and pulled out the newspaper and
drink. He had his ticket ready and waited for the train to be on its way. He was
close enough to and facing the end of the train so when he raised his head, he
was able to look out the back window of the car and see the wide-open view of
the tracks and the surrounding area. Daniel enjoyed this bit of peaceful
sightseeing, especially if he was alone in the car.
	Turning his attention back to the paper, he felt the tell-tale bump of
the train starting forward. Within minutes, the train was out of the station and
on its way south.
	Halfway through his paper, he heard footsteps approach from behind him;
it was one of the conductors. Daniel looked up at him as he came near.
	"Hi," Daniel said, handing the ticket to the man.
	"Good morning. All alone back here, huh?"
	"Yes, I prefer the peace and quiet," he replied as the conductor stamped
the receipt and placed it in the holder on the seat in front of Daniel. "I hope
you don't mind, having to come all the way back here for me."
	"It's okay, I sit back here a lot too, on these trips."
	Daniel smiled slightly as the man walked to the rear door and stood
looking out the window. Daniel took a few minutes to look the man over: in his
40s, slightly-graying hair at the temples, though he couldn't see the rest of
the man's head as he wore a hat. He was an average size, with a slight bulge in
his stomach area; signs of needing some exercise due to the inactivity of his
job. He was a handsome man with a slight moustache and some facial stubble. As
he turned sideways to check a panel in the wall of the car, Daniel couldn't help
looking and noticing that the man had a nice lump in his pants. Even though he
was in guy mode, Danielle always found a way to come to the surface to check out
the men around her. He smiled slightly to himself. The conductor suddenly turned
to walk back toward the front of the train; Daniel wasn't sure if the man had
caught him looking. But one thing was certain: the handsome man had noticed
Daniel blushing as he passed by.
	After Daniel had finished paging through the paper, he decided to just
relax and look out the window. So he slipped off his tennis shoes and gently
rested his feet on the seat opposite him. It was a beautiful day outside and the
sunshine basked the New Jersey countryside in its light and warmth. It was a
very peaceful ride. So peaceful, in fact, that soon after Daniel put his feet
up, the steady, slight rocking of the train combined with the rhythmic drone of
the wheels relaxed him so much, he leaned slightly into the armrest of the seat
and dozed off. A few times he was slightly jolted awake and noticed the
conductor in different areas: looking out the back window, at the control panel
and sitting comfortably in a seat on the other side of the car. He promptly
dozed off after each of these minor periods of wakefulness.
	He wasn't sure what was happening; he was in that mid-state between
dreaming and being awake and he felt as though something was rubbing or crawling
along his left ear. That thought jolted him awake as he had a distaste for
insects, especially ones that crawled on you. But what he found was no bug. The
conductor was standing next to him, very close, with his half-hard cock hanging
out of his pants. The conductor had been rubbing his cock on Daniel's ear!
	"Kiss it."
	Daniel was taken slightly aback at this situation and he started to turn
his head to look down the end of the car, but the conductor pushed Daniel's head
back so the tip of his cock was resting gently on Daniel's lips.
	"No one will be back here. I put the sign across the door that this car
was closed to passengers. Now I said 'kiss it'."
	Daniel looked up into the conductor's eyes and placed a gentle kiss on
the tip of the man's slowly-hardening cock.
	"Come on, you can do better than that, sissy."
	Daniel looked up at the conductor again and saw he had a grin on his
face. "Yeah, you heard me. You seemed a bit different, but I knew you were a
sissy faggot as soon as I saw your bra down your shirt. Add to that your anklet,
the pink ring and your earrings. You didn't think anyone would add it all up?"
	The situation had changed for Daniel. He went from mild panic to arousal
in no time. As soon as his lips came in contact with the conductor's cock,
Daniel started to feel the first stirrings in his panties. And as suddenly, when
the man called him a 'sissy faggot', he couldn't help but feel the precum start
to flow.
	"And since you've had your shoes off, I noticed that you have your toes
painted as well. Red, it looks like." He chuckled then said, "I bet your panties
match your bra. Don't they, sissy?"
	"Yes," he squeaked.
	"Good girl. Show me."
	"What?"
	"You heard me. Undress. Everything except your bra and panties."
	"Um, ok," he whispered nervously.
	Daniel moved to an area toward the end of the car where people with
wheelchairs would park for the ride. As there were no seats, there was plenty of
room for him to maneuver. Daniel reached down and pulled off his socks to the
approving glance of the conductor. After tossing the socks on his seat and
feeling the cool floor on his bare feet, he started unbuttoning his top with
slightly-trembling hands. Yes, he was nervous, but he was also very excited.
After all the buttons had been undone, he took a deep breath and pulled it open
and off his arms. He noticed that the conductor's smile got a bit bigger and
that his cock rose a bit higher.
	"Come on, now the shorts."
	Daniel took hold of the fasteners and popped open the button. Sliding
down the zipper of the shorts, he let the loose denims drop to the floor, then
kicking them aside. Even though he was only in bra and panties, he felt wholly
as Danielle. When she saw that the conductor noticed the large wet spot on the
front of her panties, she closed her eyes and blushed deeper than she had ever
blushed before.
	"Very nice, sissy," the man whispered, taking hold of Danielle's chin
with one hand while rubbing the front of her shiny panties, feeling how wet she
was, with the other.
	Danielle still had her eyes closed, lost in between the feelings of
embarrassment by the situation she was in and the arousal the conductor's hand
was causing on her half-hard cock. The pressure of the man's hand on the front
of her panties made the wet spot more evident to her as she shivered from the
cold of the dampness. She felt the conductor's breath on her face. Then, with no
warning or expectation, the man's lips came in contact with hers in a soft kiss
that sucked the breath from her being and caused her cock to instantly become
rock-hard, its glistening head poking obscenely from the top of her panties.
	 Breaking the kiss, the conductor placed his hands on Danielle's
shoulders and pushed down gently. She knew what was expected of her. She got
down on her knees in front of the conductor and without wasting a moment, took
the man's rigid cock in her mouth, sucking and getting its 7-inch length wet
with a mix of saliva and precum.
	"What is your name, sissy?"
	"Danielle," she said softly, only taking her mouth off his cock long
enough to answer.
	"You look so pretty down there on your knees with my dick in your mouth,
Danielle."
	She felt the conductor's hands on her head; she always loved when a man
caressed and held her head while she sucked cock. Danielle looked up at the
man's face and saw his eyes were closed, enjoying the sensations her mouth and
tongue were giving him as she bobbed her head up and down on the conductor's
gorgeous fuckpole.
	After nearly fifteen minutes of bobbing on the conductor's love stick,
it was evident to Danielle that he was getting close to cumming as his cock
became harder and his thrusting became more frantic, causing her to gag
frequently.
	"Oh, yesssss, gag on that, you sissy bitch."
	He kept fucking her mouth; tendrils of drool oozing from the corners of
her mouth, she concentrated on sucking his shaft and flicking her tongue all
around the head of his cock.
	"Mmm, rub your cock through your panties, Danielle, and rub my balls,
I'm going to cum soon."
	Taking her hands off his thighs, she took gentle hold of his tightening
ball sack while she rubbed her excited cock through the silky material of her
panties. Her cockhead still poked out the top of her pretty undies and precum
oozed down toward her fingers. Her other hand was busy rubbing the man's balls
as she felt them tighten up.
	"Oh, Danielle, I'm gonna fill your mouth."
	Grabbing her head roughly, he pumped her mouth with his cock, frequently
making her choke and gag. That threw Danielle over the edge as his cock jammed
her throat. She whimpered and started spurting her cum all over her fingers and
messing the front of her panties. Moments later, spent, she pulled slightly off
of his cock to catch her breath and heard him gasp loudly.
	Suddenly, he took one last lunge into her mouth as his cock poked the
back of her throat slightly before settling on her tongue. She gagged briefly
one last time then felt his hot sperm pour out of his cock and pool in her
mouth. She felt four hard pulses from his cock and felt her mouth fill up with
his seed. Not wanting to spill any, she swallowed what cum had accumulated and
nursed the head of his cock to get more. A few lesser pulses only brought out
slightly more than half her mouth full. She swallowed that and went back to
lovingly lick and nurse his cock as he released her head. She felt him
shiver with the sensitivity that comes after climax.
	Panting heavily and unable to remain standing, he plopped down in the
seat across the aisle from Danielle and looked at her; still on her knees,
sitting back on her bare feet in pink bra and panties, licking her lips. The
front of her panties were a wet mess from the copious amount of sperm she shot
out; her cock now soft, back inside it's silky, but wet, confines.
	Tucking his cock back into his pants, the conductor stood up and zipped
himself closed. Making sure there was nothing out of place, he walked to the
back panel of the car for a quick check. Coming back and pointing down at her he
said, "Stay right where you are, sissy. I'll be right back." He walked toward
the front of the train and Danielle heard the door close behind him.
	For several minutes she sat there looking up through the window,
listening to the click-clacking of the wheels on the metal rails. She wondered
where he'd gotten to and how long he was going to make her wait. Surely they
must be close to Atlantic City by now and she'd need to get dressed lest she be
caught in bra and panties. And she wasn't sure she could endure much more
humiliation.
	Finally she heard the distant sound of the door opening and closing. As
she listened to his footsteps approaching she looked up and gasped. It was not
him! It was another trainman! In her moment of fear, she started peeing in her
silky undies. She wasn't sure what to do; cover her face in shame or cover the
cum-covered and now piss-dampened panties that were plainly seen. But she was so
shocked, all she could do was stare at him in frozen fear with her mouth open as
her shrunken cock leaked more urine.
	The Latino man leered down at her, taking a quick glance at the small
puddle of piss under her, "Hello, sissy. Dennis told me what happened and he
said I could come back here and get some use out of your mouth." He caressed
under her chin then said, "You're a pretty one, for sure."
	"Th-thank you," she whispered as she trembled, looking at this shorter-
statured, darker-skinned conductor.
	He heard her rapid breathing and noticed her shivering, "Now, now, don't
be afraid," he said, caressing her head. "Just suck this for me and make me
cum," he continued, as he pulled his semi-hard cock out of the opening in his
pants.
	She leaned forward and took his throbbing cock in her well-used mouth
and started sucking it to full-hardness. She could feel it thicken in her mouth;
his cock was much thicker than her first conductor's, but slightly smaller. Even
at almost 6-inches in length, she would enjoy having this piece of man sex in
her mouth.
	"Oh, fuck...that feels great, baby."
	While continuing to bob up and down slowly on his cock, she reached up
with one hand to caress and gently squeeze his fuzzy balls. She could feel his
cum-filled sack throbbing as he moaned at her hand-and-mouth action. She felt the
precum flow as she flicked her tongue all around the head of his cock.
	"Oh, chica, I think I love you. My wife won't even touch my cock."
	As she continued to suck and noisily slurp on his cock, she couldn't
think why his wife wouldn't satisfy this gorgeous cock. It wasn't dirty or foul;
just the opposite: he smelled like a well-groomed man. His pubic area wasn't
overly hairy and even at nearly six inches, it was a sweet cock to have in your
mouth. She decided that his wife must have been nothing more than a cold fish.
So she put lots of effort into making this blowjob one he'd remember for a long
time. She reached up with both hands and cupped his ass in her hands and drew
him into her, taking his whole cock in her mouth; its head poking the back of
her throat.
	"God, baby, it's been so long. I can't hold off."
	She moaned around him as she ran her tongue up and down the entire
length of the underside, feeling his precum flow into her throat.
	"I'm cumming, baby," he said, grabbing each side of her head, hands
covering her ears.
	She pulled him in as he pumped her mouth. Without any more warning, his
cock sprayed jet after jet of hot cum at the back of her throat, making her gag.
She needed to pull back lest she choke and cough up all the cum he was feeding
her. She managed to keep most of his cum from running out the sides of her
mouth, though some did escape and came to rest down her jaw and chin.
	After the numerous forceful spurts were swallowed, his cock oozed what
little cum it had left onto her tongue. He finally exhaled and resumed
breathing, as he'd held his breath the entire time he was filling her mouth.
	"That was fucking hot. Thank you, lady," he said, stepping back from her
and fumbling to put his cock away. Although she felt she did a great job, she
surmised that his cumming quickly was more of a result of his wife not
satisfying him.
	"You're welcome, honey," she answered as she scooped the cum from her
chin on her finger. She sucked the sperm from her finger as he held out his hand
to her. Taking his instruction, she put a hand in his and stood up, her bare
feet unavoidably coming to rest in the small puddle of her piss. Only now, after
the fact of their intense sexual coupling, did she manage to get a good look at
him: deeply-tanned skin, his short dark hair combed neatly; he was not wearing
his conductor's hat. He stood an equal height as she and he seemed to fit very
well in his slim uniform. He also seemed to be in his 40s. His striking brown
eyes looked deeply into her own.
	Still holding her hand, he reached up with his other hand and cupped the
side of her face. Her eyes closed as she felt him draw her face to his. He
kissed her deeply.
	"It is nice to meet you, Miss?"
	"Danielle," she said softly.
	"Miss Danielle, I am Eduardo. It is a pleasure to know you," he said,
kissing the back of her hand.
	"Thank you," she said, blushing.
	"You are so cute, standing here in bra and panties. May I take your
picture?"
	He saw the look of uncertainty cross her face. "It will only be for me
to remember you. I promise you no one else will see it. Please?"
	She nodded her agreement and he stepped back and drew out his phone. He
was taken with her, the image of her, and the pleasure that she gave him. He
pointed the phone at her and took a picture. One he would hold dearly in his
heart and cause him to remember this moment. Looking her over from her toes on
up: how she stood there, content with herself and her situation and her
surroundings, feet slightly pointing inwards, red-painted toes scrunched
slightly in a small puddle of yellow liquid. Her once-pink panties that were now
yellow-tinted and cum-stained. Her hands resting gently behind her back. Her
pink bra showing spots where drool and cum dripped down from her face. Her face,
angelic as she cast her eyes downward, her mouth, lips and chin still glistening
from the cum that remained.
	"Thank you, my dear."
	She smiled sweetly.
	"You best get dressed, we'll be pulling into the station in ten
minutes," he told her, smiling.
	After one last kiss from Eduardo, she stepped out of the cold liquid and
grabbed her clothes. Eduardo returned with a handful of paper towels, gave her
one and dropped the rest on the floor.
	After slightly drying her feet and undies, she put her socks on. Eduardo
looked down at her and said, "No need to worry about your...accident. I'll take
care of that for you," he told her as she wiped her mouth.
	"Thank you, Eduardo," she responded as she put her arms in the blouse.
	"I must go, we're nearly there," he said, watching her pull her shorts
over her damp, stained panties. She could have pulled out a fresh pair from her
backpack, but it felt rather erotic to wear panties damp with piss.
	"Sir?" she said. He turned to face her and she threw her arms around
his neck, feeling her bare tummy and bra press against the front of his body,
she drew him in and gave him one last, deep kiss.
	He walked up toward the front of the train, smiling, as she buttoned up
her top.

	Minutes later, comfortably holding her bags, she stepped out of the
train onto the platform and made her way to the terminal. She felt good about
herself and what she'd done. Smiling to herself, thinking about the events that
unfolded, she couldn't help taking a heightened awareness of her very damp
undies. Blushing, she'd hoped they wouldn't soak through her denim shorts, but
she couldn't resist keeping them on; they were getting her very excited. On the
way to the exit turnstiles she saw Dennis and Eduardo standing near the center
of the train, conversing in hushed tones. They saw her and she gave them one
last smile and wave before she disappeared into the terminal with the other
passengers.

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