Drake's Well Experience by rsau@erols.com (Rick Saus) Trains and calves *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* As a parent, you may not want your children to read the following story, which contains certain material you may consider innapproriate for them to read. If you're not over 18 years of age, you shouldn't be reading this... or go any farther. If I'm addressing a "minor" here... one who's under the age of 18, turn back and read some comic books... or get your parent's permission before reading on. If you're over 18... page down and enjoy. Drake's Well Experience Even now, I find it hard to believe I just experienced this over the weekend. One of my enjoyments in life is model railroading... I'm a train buff. And when I get the opportunity, I like to ride the different railroad excursions dotting the USA. One of these occured up in northeastern Pennsylvania on the Oil City & Titusville Railroad. We never know when the most wondrous things will happen to us in life. I never expected this to happen to me Sunday as I boarded the train in Titusville, a small community just north of Oil City. One of the things I enjoy doing is people watching... specifically, I'm always on the lookout for women who happen to possess a fair share of muscle, especially in the legs. Being an absolutely gorgeous day out, most of the women there were wearing shorts which made my observations easy and plentiful. Take heart... women today seem to be taking care of themselves more and more. I saw a lot of wonderful femuscle that day... but one woman in particular caught my eye, big time. I was one of the first to board the train and they were directing everyone to go through the RPO car and take a seat in one of the refurbished coaches behind it. I got a seat in the first coach near the entrance and started settling in, got out my camera and checked the film. As luck would have it, I looked up at the people as they were entering the car... and in walked this woman who had the most fantastic legs I've seen in some time. She was very athletic... I could tell she didn't sit around the house much... and her legs possessed incredible muscle. As she walked by, I couldn't take my eyes off of her quads as they flexed hard and proud under the smooth, tan surface of her skin. As soon as she passed me, my eyes wondered to her calves. How can I describe those jewels? I thought to myself this woman definitely does some serious running... as she moved forward, a kid in front of her stopped suddenly and she had to raise up on her toes to brake her forward momentum. Her calves flared upwards and expanded into wondrous diamonds, the likes of which I might of seen perhaps 10 times in my entire life. She took a couple steps forward on her toes, allowing me to soak in the beauty and power of her legs. I was somewhat disappointed when she continued to walk down the aisle of the car and into the next one... watching her legs would of been a lot more enjoyable than any scenery that may pass by my window on that trip. As soon as I was able to collect myself, I returned to preparing myself for the ride while people filed on board excitedly. After about 15 minutes, one of the tour guides introduced himself, ran through the rules pertaining to no smoking on any part of the train, no sticking head and arms out the windows, the usual stuff. This excursion was suppose to take a little over 2 1/2 hours, and being a smoker I was concerned about how long it would be during the trip before I could light one up. Once we got moving however, I preoccupied myself with the scenery and it was out of mind for most of the ride. About 15 minutes into the trip, I noticed the same woman return to my car and she sat in one of the many empty seats across the aisle and 4 or 5 seat rows down in front of me. So much for the flora and fauna of the countryside. I watched as she leaned as close to her window as she could to see ahead of us, which caused her left leg to stretch out partially into the aisle. Her toes were pointed, displaying those wondrous calf muscles of hers again and it took everything I had to keep from being too obvious with my stares. Sitting in the last row of seats in the car, my seat was facing opposite of the others... meaning she was facing me in hers. She had a rugged but beautiful face... her long, black hair fell softly over her ample shoulders. She was a vision of athletic... her arms weren't muscular, but firm and respectable possessing more muscle than the average woman her height and weight. I figured her to be around 5'7" or so, but I couldn't judge how much she must of weighed... I'm sure with the muscle she did have, she weighed more than she looked. She remained in her seat in front of me during the entire trip... and I know several times she caught me staring at her legs and I quickly turned my attention to something outside my window to hide my embarrassment... but she never made a move to hide her legs. If anything, she seemed to do more with them for what seemed my benefit. When she had her legs crossed, she rocked her leg back and forth nervously... and several times, she straightened the leg she had crossed over the other enough to cause her quad muscle to bulge outward and admired herself briefly before looking back out her window at the countryside. What made things even more difficult for me was... I wasn't alone. My wife was with me on this excursion and I had to be doubly careful not to stare like a one-eyed dog in a meat locker. Now that I think of it, if she wouldn't of been there, things might of turned out differently for me... but as things go, it's only a memory today. The ride to the other end of the line stopped at Rynd Farm just outside of Oil City and everyone got off to stretch and patronize the gift shop in the depot. As hard as I tried without being obvious, I couldn't find that woman who had captured my attention so much on this trip. There were alot of people milling around and it would of been very easy not to see her if by chance she was always on the opposite end of the depot from me. Or perhaps she remained on the train... I didn't notice her getting off. After about 25 minutes, the conductor blew the engine's whistle to let people know to get back on the train for the return trip. When I got to my seat, I noticed that the woman I was admiring so intensely before wasn't in her seat, and she never returned to it as the train pulled out of the station and headed back to Titusville. I was pretty disappointed, thinking I'd never see those wonderful legs again, like so many other beautiful legs I've seen in my life... only hers were extra special. They ranked in the top ten Best list in my life as far as I was concerned... perhaps even in the top five. Most of the ride back was pretty much uneventful. Occasionally, a woman with "nice" legs would walk past and I'd catch a quick look at her legs, but none came even close in comparison to the woman I saw earlier. About 10 minutes outside of Titusville, there's a stop at Drake's Well where the first oil well in the world was drilled. The tour guide told everyone that the train would be there for about 15 minutes, so if anyone wanted to go out and stretch a little on the loading ramp, to feel free to do so. It was a good hour since I had a cigarette, so I got off to light one up while enjoying the cool breeze that was blowing over Oil Creek which ran parallel with the track... or I should say, the track ran parallel with. My wife remained on board, content in reading the brochures she gathered up earlier. I sat on one of the wooden benches that lined the ramp, pulled out my Zippo and fired one up, taking in a long deep drag as though I hadn't smoked in 48 hours. About this time, and to my absolute delight, the woman with the wondrous legs got off and walked over to a bench that was next to mine, sat down and lit one up herself. As soon as she got settled, she leaned back in the bench, crossing her left leg over her right which exposed the inner side of her calf muscle of her right leg to me. As if that wasn't enough, she raised up on her toes with her right leg, causing her calf to swell upwards into an unbelievable powerful ball of muscle. I could feel blood rushing to my head in the excitement of seeing her do this and I tried desperately to look but as unobvious as possible... if that's possible. I knew that time was running out fast for me... I wanted to say something to her but I was so nervous, the words wouldn't come out. After a little time knowing there couldn't be but a few minutes left before we had to get back on the train, I got up enough guts to ask her if she was enjoying the ride which she said yes... and then I remarked that the best thing about this train ride was being able to admire her legs which I felt were the most beautiful that I've seen in a long, long time. She immediately smiled, looked down at her legs that she had crossed and said "Thank you... glad you like them... the way you've been looking at them the whole trip, I kinda thought you did." You could of knocked me over with a feather at that point... I must of been a sight with my jaw hanging down in awe as she sensuously kicked her crossed leg back and forth in a nervous manner. She seemed to enjoy my reaction and giggled... almost shyly... but there was nothing innocent about this woman, she was controlling me like a puppet on a string. I was frantic knowing the whistle was going to blow any second... I had to press the conversation further... I told her/asked "Yeah... it was pretty obvious of me, wasn't it? I'm amazed at your calves... they look so strong... are you into dance... ballet?" for which she remarked "Dance and working out a lot!!!" (she emphasized "a lot"). I was just about to ask her how strong her legs were when the train whistle blew and we had to get back on board. When I got up, there was something a bit obvious bulging below my belt and I had to make a quick readjustment of things down there before proceeding any further... which I'm sure she saw. She got ahead of me (I admit I dragged my feet alittle too to afford me the view of her calves)... and just before getting back on board, I told her "Wanna see a grown man cry? Wait till we get to the end of the line and I realize that I'll never see your gorgeous legs again!" She looked over her left shoulder and gave me a big smile... raised up on her toes for a few seconds and said "Well... let me give you a little something to remember me by." I almost tripped over my lower lip as I stepped forward... looking at those wonderful calves fully flexed as she stood on her toes a brief moment for my benefit. I then looked up at her, she gave me a wink and we got back on board. She intentionally walked slightly on her toes for my benefit, I'm sure, and when I got to where my seat was, she lowered herself down and continued walking forward.. never looking back. My wife asked me why I was perspiring... I told her I was sitting in the sun and it was getting warm out... (right!) I didn't see her when we got to the end of the line... she was riding several cars ahead of mine... and being with my wife, I couldn't stick around for her to get off. I never saw her after that... but the memory of her will burn in my mind long after I type the last word in this short story.