Adventure on the train

That's what I write may seem impossible, but this story really happened. It was a long and very hot summer 2015 just came back the night train home. The only time of day in which the sweat running down me ciurkiem. And so I wore a flowing dress, which guaranteed me that he did not suffocate. The night train journeys for me are usually a source of stress, but I had no choice. Either that, or cooking in the soup of human sweat and smells. The train was not heavily crowded, but the farther into the forest, the fewer people it was going.

I sat in one compartment with a guy, young, about thirty. He sat reading and would rather not pay attention to yourself, but I told him surreptitiously watched all the time. He had a storm of dark curls and green eyes. Time passed, and he boldly looking at me. I remained not owe and I started to peek more on my travel companion. In the end we just stared at each other and smiled a to each other, as in love for puppies. And I do not even know his name ... even though I wanted to get to know him better, I had a feeling that it is worthwhile to engage him in some kind of common understanding. I threw some silly remark about the weather, it took about and so we started talking. The conversation turned into a fine filter. I was leaning over him, so that he could see my small breasts, which have been drifting in her bra and jumped at every rapid movement. At the moment even I sat on his lap, as if by chance, knocking on the way to the bathroom. Then he looked deeply into my eyes, and I saw them crazy desire. I kissed him. At the beginning briefly but passionately. Each successive kiss was longer, and his tongue boldly studied the inside of my mouth. I had a feeling that the kisses of this trip is over.

One and a half hours later I was sitting opposite him and we talked the whole, and in the meantime he massaged my feet and started to move higher and higher toward the edge of the dress. I do not know why he let it, it could effect travel fatigue and heat? Or maybe lichen crazy at the sight of the tent in his trousers, which rose more every time I kiss him or when I gave him a peek at my breasts. I do not know what possessed me. Gently massaged my feet, in a very relaxing way. As my traveling companion himself told me once wanted to be a physiotherapist, so I know some of these tricks.

- We are happy to get to know all your tricks - I told him relaxed and completely shut my eyes, giving him. Nice touch feeling began to approach the knees and thighs. I felt like the inside of my brushes and learn how descends below, just to literally second climb even higher than before. She opened her legs even wider, giving him a perfect view of my lace panties and thin.

My traveling companion got up and opened the window wider, and the cold night air began to play with my hair. With eyes closed, I listened and I heard exactly closes the door of our compartment and incurs curtain. Then I felt it back on my thigh, but this time it was his smooth tongue. Firmly download my panties and my mouth blurted out, "Lick me." Of course, he listens to me and started extremely carefully lick my pussy. My hole was extremely inflamed, and he slid two squares to the center and began to move them, they do not interrupt while sucking and licking my clitoris. Deep and sliding finger movements inside me meant that I was ready to scream and luckily I did not have to hold back. In the end, the train rode on and loud rumbling of the tracks, and my screams were not strong enough to hear them other passengers. At its peak docisnęłam his head between my legs and let him suck firmly to my clitoris. When I opened my eyes, he began to kiss my neck and shoulders.

My hole was still on fire, so I invited him over. The train just stopped at the station, but few of us care. She put her two hands on the window in the range, and he moved me from behind. It was enough that he rolled up my dress and had excellent access to my shells. His member was really hard, long fingers desperately they discovered my body piece by piece, and when we moved again, from my mouth began to emit moans of pleasure.

broke up in the morning, when I had to go out on my station. I do not know his name, but certainly not forget his horny looks and a smooth tongue. Our common journey back almost every time in the long and lonely nights massage your pussy. One thing is certain - the trains have become my favorite means of transport, especially the night. Lonely man and a lonely woman in one compartment can do a lot ... The rest I leave your imagination. And who knows, maybe one day meet brown hair with hazel eyes, who will wear a flowing dress. And maybe this dark-haired leans over you and give you a juicy kiss, just to let you know that it is yours until the end of the trip?