| return to Trane Station Stories It was a weekday night at the Trane Station. Business was typically quiet and steady, people having late dinners and a few drinks, a sedate to-themselves crowd. Jed was working behind the bar and I was sitting at a table in the corner listening to the music, glancing occasionally at the silent basketball game on the television, and watching the crowd. Jed was a good bartender, no questions there, but he lacked the ability to know much of what was happening in the bar beyond the service drink orders and stool-sitting customers right in front of him. For example, he hadn’t noticed Stevie Nicks sitting with two studio executives at a table along the wall. And he hadn’t noticed anything about Mary and Jason sitting at a booth in the dark corner. He would never notice Jason’s hand between Mary’s legs. He certainly had missed Mary coming back from the restroom about half and hour ago when she handed Jason her panties. I watched Mary snuggle closer to Jason as I remembered the studio work I’d done that afternoon. Playing behind Stevie Nicks for a few cuts of work was an interesting thing to have done. John McVie is a good but not great bass player so keeping up a standard of performance Stevie was accustomed to was something I could have done in my sleep. She wanted more than that though, to her credit, and all of us had worked to get it done. Jason thought he was being casually suave as he brought his hand to his face and licked his finger like a gentleman. Mary smiled and covered her mouth with her hand, a shy expression. She’s cute when she does that. For a moment it made me remember how she loved to watch my tongue circle her nipples while she sat on top of me. I remembered the warm feeling of her wetness running down my cock onto my pubic hair and balls as she fucked me, intently watching me lick and suck her nipples all the while. I still think Stevie is one fine looking woman. Watching her sing in the studio wearing jeans and a t-shirt was a far cry from watching her perform in one of those dresses she wears on stage. But still there was the seductive move of her hips, the way her body swayed with the pace and beat of the music, and the way her eyes would close in natural expressiveness as she sang. Mary began to rub Jason’s cock through his pants under the table. Even in the dim light I could see the flush in Jason’s face. Mary, ever so demure Mary, has a way about her that can surprise you, like the time we camped in the Ozarks and she wanted to walk the trails naked. She laughed and giggled her way from tree to tree for a while but soon became comfortable walking naked in her running shoes. It didn’t take her long to find a large rock to her liking, a rock she could sit on, spread her legs, and ask me to make love to her. Stevie had been gracious to all of us in the studio. She even seemed to appreciate the invitation to the Trane Station. I promised her it was a place she could come and not be bothered. I smiled now knowing I had been right. Mary and Jason walked right by Stevie’s table as they left, but of course they had other things on their mind. Stevie’s seemed to be relaxed and comfortable. Chalk one more up for the Trane Station. copyright, 1999 |