"I'm very sorry, ma'am," he said, "but you weren't what I was expecting. Here, let me take that bag for you. Have a seat," he said, gesturing toward the small table in the corner. "Can I order you something? Hot tea perhaps? It's a chilly night out there." He smiled boyishly and her ivory countenance smiled gently at his sudden change in demeanor.

"Thank you, Mr. Ellis, that would be nice." She began to remove her veiled hat as he rang the bell for service. "Please, call me Carlos," he said, smiling warmly. He reached for her hat and set it on a shelf beside the table, secretly marveling at a lady who would travel dressed so beautifully. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a woman in a hat.

He turned when he heard her gasp, and then grinned. "Oh, that's just Bruiser. He won't harm you. He's very well trained. Say hello Bruiser," he directed. Obediently the dog woofed softly and bent to rub his head against her knee. She reached out uncertainly and patted his head and Bruiser looked up at her with adoration. "You see? He loves people. Go lay down, Bruiser," he said gently. The large dog turned and loped off, settling near a heating vent at the foot of the bunks.

The steward arrived then, and took their order. As Ms. Lansdowne inquired about the menu, Carlos sat watching her raptly. Her voice was like music and her intonations perfect. She smiled warmly at the steward and was charming and gracious. He noted the delicate way her face was enhanced by the slight makeup she wore, her blue eyes glowing and her pale cheeks smooth and perfect. His eyes lingered on the gem hanging on the chain around her neck, and he tried in vain to peek inside her pure white, silk blouse. It was buttoned so that not even the slightest amount of cleavage showed. She sat with her legs crossed primly at the ankle, her hose yet another shade of ivory, leading from her shoes and disappearing beneath the sensibly low hem of her ivory skirt. Carlos's groin stirred at the thought of finding out what else was beneath her skirt and he half scolded himself as part of his mind flew off on a fantasy of it's own.

As the steward left, she turned and smiled at him. "So what do you do for a living, Mr. Ellis?" Carlos was grateful for even this small talk from her after the way he had treated her, but he guessed that a lady as refined as she seemed would take it in stride and be polite anyway.

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"I'm a school teacher," he said. I've just been away on vacation and I'm heading back home." She nodded politely and they chatted pleasantly for a few minutes until the steward knocked discretely at the door.

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As she sipped her tea and ate the small bagel she had ordered, Carlos admired the way she took tiny, controlled bites, setting the bagel down and not picking it up again until she'd thoroughly finished the previous bite. He watched her delicate throat move as she swallowed her tea, and had to close his eyes at the image that sprang to mind. He almost lost his composure when she unconsciously licked a bit of raspberry jam from her lip. He wanted to grab her face and suck on that soft pink tongue, but he took a deep calming breath and let her finish her meal in peace.

As the steward arrived to clear away the dishes, Carlos asked what he knew to be an impertinent question. "So why are you traveling alone on a night like this? And why so dressed up?"

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The lady smiled faintly and lowered her gaze, sighing. "Well, I was supposed to be married tonight, this is my wedding suit. I was waiting and waiting there, but he never showed up. I couldn't face my family, so I grabbed the bag I had packed for the honeymoon and hopped on the train without him. We'd planned to honeymoon in Jasper. I guess he cancelled our reservations, because when I got on I was told our compartment had been sold to another couple. I had to pay the conductor cash just to be allowed on the train!" She hadn't looked at him during this whole explanation. Her cheeks were blushing a soft pink and she looked humiliated by her ordeal, and saddened.

"I am so very sorry, my dear," Carlos said. He gently covered her hand with his and patted the soft flesh. "Why any man would be foolish enough to let a flower like you go I will never know."

She smiled and glanced up at him. "You flatter me, Mr. Ellis. I'm really not that much of a prize. He hadn't even met me. It was an arranged marriage, you see. The director of the orphanage where I grew up set it up. She even paid to send me to finishing school. She said all girls should know how to comport themselves as ladies. She was very strict. We were never allowed to date and they schooled us there, so we didn't have much opportunity to experience life." She swallowed and hesitated before continuing. "If tonight is any indication of how it will be, I'd sooner go back there."

Her smile faded and he saw her about to cry. Hastily he moved to hug her softly, patting her head and shushing her, his senses reeling at the proximity to her body, the scent of her tender young womanhood as she pressed her face against his neck, her tears wetting the collar of his shirt. She even cried in a ladylike way, not sobbing and snuffling, but boohooing quietly against his neck and his arms tightened around her, as his hands stroked down her back, admiring the soft fabric of her suit and the way her breasts pressed unselfconsciously against his chest.

"Sshhh, sshhh," he whispered. "Not all men are like him, and life is not always like this." He pulled her away from his body and tilted her tear streaked face up to look into her pretty blue eyes, now reddened from crying. "I can prove it to you," he said softly, and he leaned forward and kissed her mouth softly, tenderly, controlling his lust for her admirably. His tongue didn't even think of tasting her soft pink lips and the kiss was brief, but loving. He pulled away slowly and smiled as a rush of blood turned her ivory cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"Mr. Ellis!" she gasped, shocked. "I..." she hesitated, "I've never been kissed," she said timidly, looking down in humiliation. "I've never been with a man at all." She blushed a deeper shade of pink and hid her face from view as he regarded her in dumbstruck wonder. He watched her breathing quicken and his heart swelled with joy and his cock swelled with animal lust for this tender, virginal lady. He longed to strip away all the hard work of her finishing school mistresses, to make the delicate voice turn to animal grunts and moans, to make her uncross her slender legs and spread them wide in abandon, to make this gorgeous creature beg for the things she'd never been allowed to experience, to take her maidenhead on this, her wedding night.