Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

In Anchorage he learned that Disa and her boyfriend had left by private helicopter for Skagway. Immediately, Dirk flew there and went straight to the former boomtown’s ritziest hotel. To his relief he found that Disa and her traveling companion were still registered, but had departed only moments before for the railroad station, for a jaunt to Whitehorse. Dirk ran the entire nine blocks, arriving just as the old-fashioned, narrow-gauge train of the White Pass and Yukon Railroad was pulling out of the station. Throwing caution to the winds, he raced after it, jumping on the observation platform of the rear coach at the last possible moment.

Winded by the sudden burst of athletics, Dirk now pushed his way into the passenger car. It was jammed beyond capacity. There were young backpackers eager to make the trek over the Chilkoot Trail, made famous by the Klondike Gold Rush of 1898, camera-toting enthusiasts out to capture some of the spectacular scenic wonders, backwoodsmen returning to the wilds after venturing into civilization for necessary supplies, families of American and Canadian tourists who were out for another day’s adventure into the hinterlands, and local natives who used the quaint old railroad as means of getting to their homes and places of employment.

With great difficulty, Dirk inched forward through the mob, scanning the surrounding faces for a glimpse of Disa. After much shoving and many apologies, he managed to make it through one passenger car and squeezed into the next. It too was excessively crowded, and he began his worming act all over again. Halfway through that car he bumped into the conductor, who asked for his ticket. Pleading a foulup by his travel agent, Dirk was able to purchase a round-trip ticket to Whitehorse and once again set off on his search.

In the next car forward, he spotted, far up in front, a familiar blond mass of ringlets. “Disa!” he hollered over the surrounding heads, not caring what they thought of him.

“Who is it?” came her loud query.

He could barely see her looking around. “Dirk Wildon,” he shouted, shoving toward her.

“Dirk!” she squealed in surprise, raising a hearty laugh from the crowd. “What on earth are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he replied. By this time, all the occupants of the car were into the reunion, and made every effort to allow him access to his objective. Determinedly he made his way until Disa was only separated from him by three layers of people. “Honey’s missing,” he reported gravely over the heads.

Disa’s lovely face registered deep shock. “Missing? What do you mean?”

With a final effort he was able to squeeze through the crammed aisle, and he grabbed her in a hug of relief. A congratulatory cheer from the car’s occupants broke out. As he held her, he rapidly told her in hushed, urgent tones what had happened to Honey in Hong Kong. “ Merde ,” Disa sighed playfully into his ear. “That’s so like Honey.”

“This is different,” he said. “Henri Bouscaral has kidnapped her, just as he did Kolina.”

“But you don’t know that for certain,” she whispered solemnly. “Henri may be kinky as hell, but he’s never given any indication that he’d go that far. You’re just letting your imagination run away with you because you’re upset that she hasn’t let you know her change of plans.”

“Dammit, Disa, that’s not it at all. Honey doesn’t even have her passport with her. If she’d planned on disappearing, wouldn’t that be the first thing she’d take?”

Disa studied him seriously. “Maybe… but then again, with her money she could get a false ID anywhere in the world.”

Dirk fumed silently, looking over her head out a window at the mountain’s rocky gorges falling away with dizzying precipitousness from the tracks. The train was slowing down with each passing second as the grade of the mountain pass grew steeper. The steady, gentle rocking motion of the car kept pushing him into Disa, and he was increasingly conscious of her full, womanly figure. She was dressed all in bright yellow, in tight ski pants and a parka of a stretchy fabric that emphasized her voluptuous curves. He was jammed so tightly among the other standing passengers that he could not even pull away to admire the very figure that was turning him on. He could feel distinctly the firm mound between her thighs, and with each sway of the car, his long-dormant bird began to reawaken as it rubbed back and forth across her groin.

Smiling vaguely, Disa was watching his face as if she too were aware of their bodies so closely mashed. “I’m so glad to see you again,” she murmured. “All these years I’ve known Honey so intimately, and I barely know you.”

“Is that my fault?”

“No one’s fault, mon cher , never anyone’s fault. We’ve just never had the opportunity.”

“I can’t remember being around you without Honey present,” he said softly, and purposefully bumped his fluttering bird into her.

She laughed quietly, and as the car suddenly jarred, she placed her hands on his hips to steady herself. “When Honey’s near me, I am terribly nearsighted. She’s always had that effect on me. Ever since I first met her at school. I chased her shamelessly till I caught her.”

“But not for long, eh?”

“Long enough,” she replied coyly, “to know she and I are perfectly matched sexually. We still are.”

Embarrassed by her confession, he glanced around at the people so closely packed near them. None of them were paying any attention, but were absorbed either in the passing scenery of rugged beauty or in their own conversations. He returned his focus to Disa, and his bird hopped up a full notch, straining at the front of his jeans. He leaned down to her ear. “I bet you and I would be perfectly matched too.”

“Like sister, like brother?” she teased. “Doubtful, Dirk. Honey is the most erotic creature I’ve ever encountered. I can climax just by watching her beautiful face.”

“Me too,” he admitted quietly.

“Is it true you and she have never done the fabulous act?”

“Did she tell you that?”

“Many times,” Disa purred. “I never really believed her, though. After all, I know from experience how sexual she is. And you, with all your beautiful models you photograph and have affairs with-Honey’s told me all about them. So I just can’t understand why you two have never made love, when it’s so obvious that you love each other so very, very much.”

“Believe me, it’s not by my choice.”

Disa raised her head in apparent astonishment. “You mean Honey draws that line?”

He nodded. “Silly, isn’t it? After all, what’s a little incest when you’re in love?”

She laughed again and as if by accident, one of her hands dropped between them, grazing the front of his jeans, bumping the head of his straining cock. “My, my, my… if you were my brother, I’d have tested your prowess long, long ago…” Her exploring hand returned to his fly. “You seem to be so hot all the time.”

“Runs in the family.” For an agonizing moment he humped into her hand, then whispered heatedly, “Take it out. Set it free.”

Apprehensively she glanced around at the crowd, half protesting, “My fiancé is right over there.”

“Which one?”

“The balding one with the sunglasses.”

Dirk located her new boyfriend and was pleased to note that in addition to his thinning hairline, the guy was short and much older than she. “Does he make you happy?”

“Sometimes,” she murmured, and deftly unzipped his jeans. In a flash, Dirk’s freed bird was in the palm of her hand. “Hmmmmm, Dirk, you feel so good. So strong. So virile.”

Wordlessly he pressed closer in breathless excitement. The proximity of so many unaware people only increased his fervor. He pumped surreptitiously, wanting more. “Stay with me tonight,” he urged in a harsh whisper.