Tailwind
Finally, the holidays had begun, and I was walking along the platform towards my train car with my bags, joyfully anticipating the upcoming vacation. An unexpected gust of wind blew under my skirt and lifted it all the way to my waist. My hands were full with my things, and I couldn't immediately restore it to a decent state. As I approached the car, I heard right by my ear: "What cute panties you have."
— Thank you," I said out of surprise to the guy standing behind me.
And here was the long-awaited compartment. As you might have guessed, my travel companion turned out to be exactly that guy from the platform. His smirk and the gleam in his eyes clearly indicated he was happy about such company. I looked at
my travel companion with interest: not tall, solidly built, nothing special. You usually don't even notice guys like that. But then he said something and smiled at me. And that was it... I just "melted." I have this weakness—when a man is charming, I can't resist. To my luck, an old lady with her things barged into the compartment, which we all started shoving into various corners. The train started moving. Granny was sorting something out with the conductors. I needed to change, so I asked him to step out.— Why? I've already seen your panties.
Oh, really! I understood he was challenging me, but my feminine side took over. I took out my shorts, put them on, then successfully took off my skirt. Okay, I managed that, but the t-shirt... To hell with it! I turned to face the wall, quickly took off my blouse (I don't wear a bra in the summer) and pulled on a tank top.
— Well, there! See how nicely it all worked out!" he commented on my actions.
Alright then! I'll remember this!
The journey was long—a full day ahead, so no one was particularly eager to chat. Only I periodically caught his smiling gaze and sly grin. The compartment is cramped, the road is long, and from time to time you bump into your travel companions in the aisle. So he always tried to press against me, to touch my chest or my butt as if by accident, apologizing each time, but his look said something completely different. Well, I accepted the rules of the game! Now I also tried every chance I got to touch him or press my body against his. If he left the compartment, I went out into the corridor and stood so that he couldn't pass by without touching me. He also tried to arrange it so that when I entered the compartment, he was just about to leave, and we collided in the doorway. I must say, these games gave me pleasure. I always loved being liked by men, tried in every way to turn them on and tease them, naturally if it was safe. And the presence of the granny in the compartment gave me that safety. So all day we teased each other: I would stretch and my nipples would clearly protrude under my tank top, or I'd sit so that my shorts would ride up and my lace underwear would show; when granny left—I would demonstratively stroke my chest and give him come-hither looks. He tormented me with his smile and sarcastic, frivolous remarks. He behaved like a winner! This made me think up more and more tricks to turn him on. By evening, we were both on edge. I began to understand that I had gotten myself into this for nothing, as my lower abdomen was already aching and demanding release. If only night would come—to go to sleep and calm down.
What horror was in my eyes when granny started gathering her things! She was getting off. Lord! If only someone would join us!
The train started moving. We were left alone in the compartment. I was afraid to look at him, afraid to hear: "Well, sweetie, had enough fun?!"
— Alright, let's make peace, we've played enough," he said, moving his bedding to the lower bunk.
And indeed, the lustful, self-confident smirk disappeared from his face. A weight lifted off my shoulders. I immediately felt cozy and at ease.
— Want some cold wine?" he asked.
— I want it cold," I said, emphasizing the word "cold," understanding that in such heat it was unlikely he'd find cold wine anywhere.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a sweating bottle of wine. I couldn't believe it and touched it with my hand. Cold!
He poured the wine into our mugs. We practically drank it all in one gulp—the blessed coolness flowed down my esophagus. Then we slowly sipped the wine and chatted about everything under the sun. We turned on the night light. The wine we drank and the sexual tension of the whole day bore fruit. He moved over to me, and I literally dove into his lips. His hands slid under my tank top and began to caress my breasts and my nipples, erect from tension. I had dreamed of this all day! I pressed myself against him more and more, feeling his hard cock. How our clothes "came off"—I don't remember. I remember how he pushed me onto the bunk and his huge cock entered me, and I spread my legs wider and wider so he could go even deeper. I felt his thrusts hitting the wall of my uterus, and it moaned lustfully in response. Then he turned me onto my stomach and slowly began to insert his cock into my anus.
His movements were careful, patient, as if he was screwing me onto his cock. My ass relaxed and soon I was riding him myself, rhythmically rotating my butt. Lord! How I love anal sex! I experience heavenly pleasure. A wave of ecstasy began to rise to the tip of my clitoris. His hand was caressing it. And I only begged him not to stop and to keep moving. More... more... come on... YES! A wave of orgasm shook my body, a weak moan escaped. He pulled out his cock and came on my back. Thank you Russian Railways for the provided towels! We somehow got ourselves in order and, exhausted, scattered to different bunks.
The clatter of wheels. Morning. I open my eyes, look around, and my first thought was: "how did the two of us fit on this bunk?!"