The Lesbian Sexpress

“Sixteen A, ma’m, up on the right,” the attendant told me as I boarded “The Limited Express” cross country train from Los Angeles to Washington D.C.
“Thank you,” I replied. I took my ticket back and picked my bag up. I headed down the narrow hallway of sleeping cars searching for my accommodations. Normally, I would have simply taken a flight from the West to East Coast, but after everything that had happened I wanted and needed some time to myself where I couldn’t be bothered. I needed to process things.
As I headed down the hallway, I heard a family with a couple of small children behind me settling into one of the family cars. I turned back briefly and caught a glimpse of the young couple. They couldn’t have been more than thirty, and their children still toddlers. The mother smiled as she handed the little boy a toy car, and the father tried to get the young girl settled into her seat. It was the family scene I had always fantasized about for my own self.
Ready to settle in for some private time, I pulled back the sliding door to one of the small sleepers and pulled back the curtain. I gasped when I saw a svelte woman with short hair the color of midnight, wearing nothing but a bra and a tight pair of lace panties.
“Hey there,” she said, blushing slightly.
Her deep blue eyes widened as her gaze traveled over my body from head to toe.
“I’m so sorry,” I managed to say, before pulling back the curtain and sliding the door shut. I looked up and noticed I had opened the door to Sixteen C.
“No problem,” I heard the gal call back through the door.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I had been on the train for less than a minute, and I had already thoroughly embarrassed myself.
I realized that my compartment was just across the aisle from Blue Eyes. Great, I thought. I hope I don’t keep running into her over the next few days just to have to relive that awkward moment. Note to self, remember to lock the door to my sleeper.