Other people's desires

The clatter of the wheels was lulling. The train raced through the night, swaying and monotonously clattering its wheels over the rail joints. Barely distinguishable winter forests, fields, and sparsely lit small stations drifted past the window. How many hours had I already been sitting by the window, supposedly admiring the night landscapes, but actually daydreaming. About what? About various things! Pleasant things! About how wonderful and happy life would be in the near future, about material comforts that would only emphasize this happiness...

When preparing for the trip, I decided not to skimp and bought a ticket for a sleeping compartment (SV). The business trip promised to be long, and I didn't want to tire myself out beforehand with the train's hustle and bustle, meaningless small talk, tea-drinking, and God forbid, drinking

with fellow passengers. Although, just in case, I took a flask of cognac and a bottle of champagne.

I hadn't booked a hotel in the destination city, a large city on the Volga, rightly assuming that in the off-season there would be no problems with accommodation. I had already spent several hours on the road, but there was still no fellow traveler, and I was already thinking I would travel alone all the way to my destination. The bed was ready, and nothing and no one would stop me from lying down and falling into the arms of Morpheus.

It was rather hot in the train car, so, deciding to act (I don't like making a fuss), I went to the conductor to ask her to lower the temperature in the heating system. The conductor, a woman no longer young, in uniform, was awake. Listening to me, she surprisingly readily agreed to my request and offered me tea. Thanking her, I declined, returned to the compartment, undressed, and lay down in bed. Sleep didn't keep me waiting...

I was awakened by a knock on the door. Waiting for my response, the conductor peeked into the compartment:

— Station. You have a fellow passenger.

— Yes, yes, of course...

Stepping aside, the conductor let the passenger through, or rather, the passenger. It was a woman. Along with her, the smells of perfume, frost, and coal, very characteristic of provincial stations, entered the compartment. The woman looked about thirty-five to forty years old or so. The gloom, her hat, and fur coat made it hard to see her.

— Don't stand on ceremony, turn on the light.

— Oh, thank you. Goodness, I'm so frozen. The first real frost this winter. Early December, and already minus twenty. The train is ten minutes late, but for some reason they didn't announce it to the passengers. So I had to jump around like a goat on the platform all this time, I can't feel my feet, — the woman turned out to be talkative.

— Order some tea, you'll warm up quickly.

— I'll just put my coat away and ask for some. My name is Maria, you can just call me Masha. No need for formalities on the road. Do you mind?

— On the contrary! My name is Sergei. I think we're about the same age, so there shouldn't be any awkwardness.

She smiled in agreement. Without her hat, in the light of the nightlight, her face was clearly visible. Pleasant-looking, with slightly slanted eyes, a bit high-cheekboned. Beautiful, though slightly disheveled from the hat, hair.

— How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?

— For a man, that's a normal question, I'm 35.

— Well, we're not the same age then, I'm, though it's not a joy to say my age, 43, but that's no barrier to communication. Hiding it is also silly. I'll take it as a compliment, you've essentially knocked off nearly 18 years from my age.

She paused, then sighed: — Stubborn as a log. That's me talking about myself. My girlfriend offered me a little bottle of cognac for tea and a fellow traveler, if there was one. And I refused.

— I'm more prepared than you. I have three hundred grams of cognac and a bottle of champagne. Also took it just in case. I'm wary of drinking other people's drinks. But I'll still venture to offer you some. To put you at ease, my passport is on the table, and I'll have a drink with you myself. If you don't mind. Masha, could you turn away, I went to bed dressed for home.

— Of course! — she turned towards the window.

I got up. I was a bit self-conscious about my body. After resigning from the army at twenty-seven, I'd let myself go a bit. A belly had appeared, my legs had filled out a bit, though not too much, my face had rounded. My classmates from the military academy, who stayed in the service, became majors and lieutenant colonels, and when we met, which wasn't often, they had kept their youthful figures and would good-naturedly chuckle at me.

While getting dressed, I bent down looking for my travel slippers, then, pulling on my shorts, I saw her reflection in the door mirror. Looking out the window, Maria used a finger to peek at the passport, looked inside, then started looking out the window with interest, but I understood she had been watching my reflection in the window all along, only interrupting for a brief look at the passport. Remembering my posture while searching for the slippers, my bold swimsuit-style underwear, I felt embarrassed:

— Sorry, it's very cramped here, I caused a bit of a commotion.

— It's nothing terrible. Seryozha, I couldn't resist my innate female curiosity, I peeked at your passport. You have a very beautiful surname.

— I offered it to you myself, — I replied, taking out the chocolate, cognac, and champagne.

— You are very well-prepared. Can I change now?

— Of course. I'll step out, have a cigarette.

— No need, don't go anywhere, I'll go smoke with you.

I moved closer to the table, freeing up space and turned towards the window. Indeed, everything was visible in it. I embarrassedly looked away, but instincts were stronger than me, and my gaze returned to where it shouldn't in this situation. Masha's figure wasn't ideal either. Standing up to her full height, she turned out to be above average height, with full buttocks transitioning into large hips, her waist only emphasized their attractively generous size, shoulders, neck, framed by a short bob haircut. Shedding her outerwear, blouse, and trousers, she remained in a belt, stockings, panties, and a top, all dark, almost black, after which she started putting on a short robe. In the mirror, in its reflection, I met her gaze and she winked at me and turned around:

— Not your fault, look, you can't hide in such cramped quarters. I saw all of you in the reflection too. That's why I asked you to stay. Now we're even. I'm cunning, right? Hahaha, — her laughter was hearty and ringing!

— Pour your cognac, or the lady will leave now! And I already want to smoke. And let's simplify the situation right away by drinking the first one as a 'bruderschaft' toast, if you don't mind, of course. Sorry for the boldness, bordering, perhaps, on impudence.

— I'll do it with pleasure!

— Will you drink or kiss? — she laughed, removing her lipstick with a napkin.

— Both...

Her lips were soft, sweet, and warm, carrying the taste of cognac. She pulled back, shot me a glance, and pressed against me again, parting my lips with her tongue and penetrating my mouth. Well, well!

— That's it, I'm already too bold, let's go smoke, — she said, diving into the depths of her purse, pulling out cigarettes and a lighter.

It was cold in the vestibule. We lit up, but within a minute she was freezing. I turned her with her back to me and drew her close:

— This will be warmer.

— Yeah, — she answered artlessly and pressed herself against me more tightly. With my groin, I felt the firm softness of her backside. We're going to have everything now, I thought then.

We returned to the compartment almost at a run. A shot of cognac, a chocolate bar, and immediately another shot. I regretted not taking a whole bottle.

— Seryozha, are you married? How long will you be in our city?

— I was married, but got divorced while still serving in the army. And I resigned long ago.

— You're an officer?

— I've been alone for a long time too. Got divorced, my husband left me an apartment in Moscow, in a good area, I rent it out, and I live in an apartment left by my parents. I rent out the Moscow one successfully, so I don't deny myself anything. I work from home. I have an adult daughter, she got married last year and moved abroad with her husband. I miss her. And I miss a man. A man in general, not my husband. Sorry for the frankness. I want to rub my cheek against a strong chest. Let's have another one.

I poured. An amazing woman. A very appealing appearance, I want to open up to her.

— Masha, I want to drink to you. May all your dreams come true!

— All of them? Then help me with that, — and she winked mischievously, boldly downed her glass. She put it on the table, waited for me to drink, and, rising slightly, pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips.

— And do you have someone? Has there been anyone during this time?

— You won't believe it, a couple of episodes and that's it. Definitely none in the last two years.

— Really! But you could... You could buy it?!

— No, no, that's not for me. I admit, I had an experience, but those vulgar individuals rather kill desire than satisfy it.

— Let's go for another cigarette.

This time she threw on her fur coat. We smoked, pressed against each other and were silent. It was clear what would happen next. In the compartment, she took off her coat, took her toiletries, and flitted off to the toilet. I also gathered everything in a towel, added a razor, and headed to the opposite end of the car.

Having washed up as much as possible under train conditions, I returned to the compartment. Five to ten minutes later, Masha returned. Seeing my wet towel and toiletries, she said:

— You're my clever boy, — and kissed me on the forehead.

We sat at the table. Silently finished the cognac. The pause was dragging on.

— Why are we acting like children, — Maria suddenly said and, standing up abruptly right in front of me, unbuttoned and took off her robe. Her belly with a navel was now opposite me. Unable to resist, I took her by the buttocks, pulled her to me, and kissed her navel. She pressed my head to her, then pulled away, drew the curtains on the window, lowered, leaning on the table, the night curtain, waited for me to remove my hand from her backside, went to the door, and clicked the lock:

— That's it, Seryozha, now I'm yours. — And again stood in front of me, pulling my head to her. I covered her belly, her navel with kisses, long, self-forgetfully, feeling my excitement growing, how the flesh was awakening and strengthening.

Having enjoyed the moment, she lowered herself onto the bunk with her backside, arched, took off her panties, and, spreading her legs, beckoned me with her hand. I, rising from the bunk, wanted to turn off the nightlight, but she stopped my attempt. She wanted me to see all of her. I got on my knees and, my head caught in the trap of her hands, without ceremony or long foreplay, was pressed with my lips to her mound. The carefully shaved pubis turned out to be very prominent and large. I'd say, a provocative pubis. Marble-like! Her lower lips were swollen, and her clitoris stood out like a little soldier. Her pussy was already ready, my tongue literally sank into it. It was very uncomfortable. I couldn't properly caress her due to the cramped space. Understanding this, she freed herself from me and positioned herself on the table, opening herself up as much as possible for my caresses, which I took advantage of.

She accepted the caresses passionately, actively thrusting, guiding my head with her hands and setting the rhythm. Her large, if not very large, clitoris was erect and resembled a small penis, which she, in the end, got the hang of and began to fuck my mouth with, making movements more characteristic of a man than a woman. She approached orgasm quickly, it was long, agonizingly drawn-out, loud (what about the neighbors!), during which she practically crushed my head with her strong thighs. I almost suffocated...

— Thank you, my dear… Thank you… I haven't come like that in so long. Goodness, I feel so good… Let me catch my breath and I'll help you. Wait a little…

She, sitting on the table with legs spread, with her pubis and pussy wet from saliva and secretions, was breathing heavily. Her gaze wandered, her hands were shaking… Suddenly, sobbing, she, unexpectedly for me, whispered loudly:

— My dear, come on, more, more, please! Lick it! — And her hands were already catching my head.

And so I was in her again, she pressed me so hard into her crotch. She writhed, twisted, moved her pelvis, whimpered, moaned, and groaned. Then, again very quickly, she started shaking, her body arched like a bow, was tossed several times in an orgasmic paroxysm and abruptly released. At that moment, suddenly a beam of light and a voice:

— Is everything all right with you? — and immediately: — Oh, oh, sorry! I accidentally… — the sound of rapidly receding footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Shiiiiit! The door! The conductor!!!

— Seryozha, she saw everything! I think I locked the door, you saw, she probably opened it with her key. Daaamn, can you imagine what she's experiencing now!? The sight, a woman splayed out and a man licking between her legs. Sorry. — Masha, embarrassed, giggled, and slid off the table, sitting on the bunk.

— I can imagine, I replied, sitting with a wet, shiny face.

— Wait, I need to clean you up. Let's go smoke, you can wash up.

She wiped my face with her panties:

— Thank you. And thanks for shaving. So soft, gentle. And how would you like me now, in the mouth, or there?

— Uhhhh…

— I want to know your taste. Can I do it with my mouth. Please! Please! And have we drunk everything? Let's open the champagne?

— Let's, — and I rustled the foil on the cork.

The champagne was warm. But nothing could be done. We drank a glass each. Masha took the bottle and poured more. The drink fizzed, slightly easing the awkwardness.

— Can I undress you. I want to see you naked. Please stand up.

— As you say, I'll do anything for you!

Masha, clearly enjoying the process, freed me from my clothes. She slipped her hands under my underwear, she clearly liked them:

Slowly pulled my underwear off me.

— Sit on the table, like I did.

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