A little trip
A Train Journey
I was recently at the Koziatyn station, and it reminded me of an amazing story that happened to me when I was 25, in the spring of the distant year 1996.
At that time, I was a civil servant and traveled on business trips very often. As I recall now, in the evening I boarded a train in Zaporizhzhia heading west, and in Koziatyn I had to transfer to a train for Kyiv.
I bought a ticket for a compartment car, where my fellow travelers were a young couple and an elderly woman.
The young people were a bit younger than me, Pavel was about 22, and Natasha no more than 20. They lived in Krasnoperekopsk and were traveling on company business. More precisely, Pavel
had brought his girlfriend on the trip, who, out of provincial boredom, agreed and was traveling in anticipation of new encounters and learning something new.Pavlik wasn't much to look at—below average height, thin, with somewhat gloomy, preoccupied, and disproportionate facial features. Natasha was a completely different matter—a slender brunette with a still-childlike expression and spring freckles on her face.
It was clear that Pavlik was obviously proud of his girlfriend; he didn't interrupt her in conversation, listened to her attentively, admiring her charm and beauty.
Natasha was studying some accounting courses and had brought a textbook with her, which she took out at the beginning of the trip and read for a short while, her girlish enthusiasm lasting no more than 15 minutes.
Then, as usual on evening trains, the fellow travelers had a joint dinner from their home supplies, which we washed down with a bottle of beer each, and then prepared for bed.
The old woman ate separately and was the first to go to sleep on the lower bunk. Later, closer to midnight, I made my bed on my upper bunk and lay down to read some magazine.
During dinner, Natasha charmed me. She didn't contradict her boyfriend, but she didn't quite like such pointed attention from her beau either. Apparently, Pavlik considered Natasha his girlfriend, which she perceived, as I managed to notice, with slight irony.
At 25, I was a fairly attractive guy—no excess weight, athletic build, with light brown hair, sensitive lips, hazel-green eyes with a slight slant that revealed even white teeth when I smiled. I skillfully kept up the conversation, trying not to offend anyone, expressed my opinion, and showed my erudition. My higher education and correspondence studies in the economics faculty showed.
Even before going to sleep, I sensed Natasha's attraction to me; she listened carefully to my reasoning, somehow deeply and dreamily lost in her own thoughts.
Pavlik complied with his girlfriend's decision, who wished to sleep on the upper bunk, and he himself went to sleep a while later, snoring on the lower bunk.
Natasha, not wanting to sleep yet, took out her textbook and began looking at it without much desire. I turned off the main light and, by the light of the night lamp, began browsing the magazine. Without much hope, I started a conversation with Natasha about her studies; she willingly began answering me, and then I moved on to talking about her relationship with Pavel, how long they had been dating, whether she planned to marry him.
She gladly answered my questions, making it clear that she didn't see Pavlik as her fiancé, but not forgetting to ask on her part whether I was married.
After a short conversation
Then I decided to act and reached out with my hand to touch the shoulder of Natasha, who was lying on her stomach, and began lightly stroking her; she didn't react at all. Then I turned on the night lamp above me and, looking into her eyes, asked if everything was okay; she nodded in approval and quietly replied that everything was fine.
I turned off the light again and continued stroking her shoulder, then her face, her hair. From the way she shifted towards the edge of the bunk, it became clear that she liked my touch. Then I began reaching for her breasts, and she slightly turned on her side so I could reach them through the T-shirt she was wearing.
This didn't last long, and Natasha was clearly aroused. She moved my hand away and, in the dark, climbed down to Pavlik's bunk. I pretended to be asleep, but in the light of passing stations, I watched what was happening below. Natasha began snuggling up to Pavlik, but he, having woken up, wasn't particularly active, and at some stop, they both went out to smoke on the platform.
I was tormented by the desire to watch Natasha have sex, even if not with me, but with her beau. But, to my surprise, upon returning, Natasha and Pavel each lay down on their own bunks, with Natasha lying on her back at the edge of her bunk.
After about 20 minutes, I decided to act and began stroking my fellow traveler again; she only occasionally glanced under her bunk, where her Pavlusha was sleeping facing the wall.
After 5 minutes, I had already lowered my hand to Natasha's crotch, who was barely noticeably arching and bending from the caresses, and began playing with the elastic of her sweatpants. She quietly took off her pants herself, and, no longer fearing her resistance, I slipped my fingers between her legs, which she slightly spread apart. I could feel that her panties were already wet, as she herself rubbed her front against my fingers. I was about to move the elastic aside and feel her vagina with my fingers when she herself lifted her bottom and took off her panties, spreading her legs even wider.
Nothing was stopping me from caressing her anymore; she was wet down there, her hole was half-open, and with my fingers, I entered her hot emptiness.
To make it easier to caress Natasha with my fingers, I lowered myself down on my bunk and held onto her bunk with one hand.
My fellow traveler got so into it that my caresses with my hand were no longer enough for her; she pulled me towards her by my hand, causing me to end up on her bunk and immediately between her spread legs.
My cock had long since been jumping out of my underwear (I had taken off my pants during the couple's absence), and I had no choice but to take it out and abruptly enter Natasha...
I was fucking my fellow traveler, experiencing conflicting feelings—on one hand, I wanted to prolong this pleasant process as long as possible, and on the other, to satisfy myself and little Natasha as quickly as possible so as not to wake her boyfriend.
Natasha moved her pelvis in rhythm with my movements with triple zeal (apparently striving to achieve orgasm as quickly as possible in such a spicy situation).
We came almost simultaneously. I came inside her pussy, which made Natasha start gratefully kissing me all over...
After tender and relaxing caresses of each other, Natasha gracefully put a robe over her naked body, quietly jumped down, gave me an enticing look in the eyes, and fluttered off to the toilet.
I didn't keep myself waiting; I put on my rumpled shorts, stuffing my rising cock back into them, checked on the snoring Pasha below, and silently slipped out into the corridor with my bare torso.
My intuition didn't fail me; Natasha was in the toilet farthest from our compartment. After two test turns of the handle, the door opened slightly, and in the gap, I saw the beautiful Natasha.
She let me in with undisguised pleasure; she was still heated, with eyes clouded from the crazy sex in the compartment. Like a kitten, Natasha began stroking my chest, pressing her girlish breasts, which had popped out of her half-open robe, against it.
I got aroused again, and my cock clearly no longer fit in my shorts, especially since Natasha's hand was playing with it through the fabric. But at that moment, I wanted more to take a leak and use the toilet for its intended purpose. I asked my companion to step out for a second, but she objected and asked me to pee in front of her.
This was unusual for me, but Natasha looked at me so playfully and pleadingly that I had no choice but to take out my equipment. At the same time, her girlish hands directed it towards the toilet and began supporting my scrotum. Natasha watched my stream from the side with wide eyes, directing it where needed, while I lifted her robe from behind and played with her bottom, slipping my fingers into her pussy.
Literally from two movements between her lower lips, she became wet and began rubbing her front against my thigh.
After shaking off my cock, I tried to tuck it back into my shorts, but imagine my surprise when Natasha turned me towards her, wiped the tip with her saliva-wet fingers, and, squatting down, greedily plunged it into her mouth, trying to swallow it almost whole.
Moreover, Natasha not only enjoyed sucking, but she also threw her head back, looking into my eyes, as if trying to understand my sensations from me and do even better, which couldn't help but excite and arouse me further.
After just half a minute of pleasant procedures with my cock, it was in full readiness, which made me switch activity with Natasha.
Sensing Natasha's enjoyment of rough sex, I abruptly lifted her, turned her around, and positioned her on all fours by the shoulders, immediately throwing her already unbuttoned robe onto her back. With the first movement, my lad entered Natasha's pussy, who arched her back even more with a stretch.
In the limited space of the train toilet, after the second bunk in the compartment, we felt boundless expanse.
Not afraid of being heard, to the rhythm of the wheels, I slapped Natasha's ass; she moaned, begged me not to stop, and to fuck her, and fuck her.
I felt like the master of this girl standing on all fours in front of me, whose boyfriend was sleeping in the compartment at that time, and whose girlfriend was begging me to f...ck her.
An amazing feeling, which I had of course experienced before, having intimacy with married women, but it had never manifested so acutely before.
After fucking Natasha well, we returned to the compartment, lay down on our bunks, and slept peacefully until morning...
In the morning, Natasha and I exchanged glances and smiled sweetly at each other. In Koziatyn, we got off together and even exchanged addresses... But, unfortunately, we never communicated later...
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Evgeny Romanov
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