Train Journey to Seduction: A Chance Encounter on the Rails

You approach the train with a sense of adventure showing on your face.
Wearing a light, spring dress and heels that accentuate your legs, you approach my sleeping car, dragging your slightly over-sized suitcase behind you.
Normally, a smile is rather pasted on my face as I greet my new arrivals. But, seeing you walk directly up to me, a genuine grin comes uncontrollably. Your excitement is apparent, as is your beauty.
"Is this going to be my home away from home?" you ask, panting from the exertion of dragging your bag up to the platform.
You give me your name and, sure enough, you are on my passenger manifest. "Yes, it sure is! Welcome aboard! You are in room 3, just upstairs. Can I help you with your bag?"
"Oh, yes, thank you! It's a bit heavy...hehe."
I lift your suitcaes with ease, but I can feel that it's heavier than it should be, for a carry-on bag. "It's a bit overweight, yes," I chuckle.
You cannot help but notice how my biceps and triceps bulge, under my short-sleeved uniform shirt, as I lift the bag onto the train. You grin, sheepishly. "Well, a girl's got to be prepared for anything, doesn't she?"
You give your hips a slight twist, making your skirt twirl a bit, showing off more of your legs. I can't help noticing, of course. Keeping my professional demeanor (I hope), my grin widens. "Yes, she certainly does..."
You are my last passenger boarding, so I shut the outside door and direct you to the stairway. The narrow steps force me to follow behind you. The short, frilly skirt of your dress gives me a great view of your legs...and as you step up each step, it rides up even higher, teasing my eyes with glimpses of your upper thighs. Was I imagining it, or were you walking slower than you needed to up the stairs?
At the top, you turn to wait for me, a grin on your face and a question in your eyes. I direct you to the right, down the hall. At the door marked 3, you squeeze inside the cozy room. As you sit down on the seat, I stretch over you to place your bag on the shelf above you. The room is quite small and doesn't give a lot a room for two people. My waist is very close to your face as I make sure the suitcase is secure.
I am used to doing this, but, for some reason, I feel nervous about it this time. Backing away quickly, I hope you can't see the blush forming on my neck and face.
"There," I stammer, "you are all set. Welcome aboard! I'm Paul, your attendant for the trip. I'm here to make your trip a pleasnat one, so just ring the call bell there, if you need anything!"
"Thank you, Paul. This is my first train trip, so I have no doubt I'll be in need of your...services." I cannot tell if that half-smile on your lips is a naughty flirtation or simply innocent excitement...but I find myself blushing even more.
In order to retain my professional composure, I busy myself by going over the controls in your room, explaining about the dining car and bar car...in short, I recite memorized patter to keep from thinking things I shouldn't be thinking while on duty...
"Along with the call button, my room is located just next door, if you need anything. If you'll excuse me, I have other passengers to talk to, so enjoy your trip!"
I make a quick exit and proceed to talk to the other passengers who have boarded with me. Fortunately, it is a slow trip this time and I have only a few other people to deal with.
Most of my passengers are elderly or retired..people who remember the heyday of the railroad and have the time to reminisce and take a three-day journey across country. So, it is a nice treat for me to have an attractive woman, traveling alone...but it is also a bit out of my comfort zone, for making idle chatter on the long trip.
You'll probably see very little of her, I tell myself. No doubt she has someone waiting for her at

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