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Vitaly Mushkin
© Vitaly Mushkin, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4490-8499-6
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
Sex in a reserved car
Stranger in the night train
In the summer I went south on the train. The top shelf, a reserved car, a couple of days on the road. On the lower shelf there is a woman with glasses, on the contrary – an elderly couple, on the side seats – mothers with children. To go a long time, the table is constantly busy, then the spouses eat lunch, then the “teacher” reads the book and eats chocolate sweets. I called the neighbor from the bottom “teacher”, she really looked like a teacher in her big glasses. She has big black horn-rimmed glasses on her nose, her face is smooth, but stern. Age because of the glasses is difficult to determine, probably an old mother or a young grandmother. My share is the upper shelf, where I rest and read and flip through the Internet and sleep and look out the window. Women are young in the car a lot, but almost all with children.
It’s boring. Time moves barely. I’m lying on the shelf, I’m looking out the window. Outside the window, forests and copses spill. Summer. Hot. Downstairs the old man and the old woman again eat. Chicken, eggs, lard, cucumber, some kind of liquid, probably moonshine. The schoolboy is reading a book. The collar of her shirt is unbuttoned into several buttons. I can see from above how the tight breasts tightened by the bra slide into the rhythm of her movements. “Vitalik, what are you thinking about?” I said to myself. “She is older than you, especially so strict. Now he’ll call you to the board and put a deuce. “And the white breasts, bordered by a dark bra, are so seductively rocking right in front of my nose, at arm’s length.
Night, dark, the clatter of wheels. The car throws at the junctions (or not at the junctions?), It seems now it will capsize. I lie with my eyes open and imagine how I bathe and dive in the transparent, slightly cool sea to which I’m going. Sleep in one eye, he slept during the day. Boka is already aching from this shelf. Go for a walk? And where to go, except the toilet. The neighbors are all asleep. Elderly snoring in their places. The teacher lies quietly, too, asleep. On the side shelves in general, curtained sheets, they are not visible and can not be heard. Yes, now you can not see and nothing at all. How can I find my sneakers? To the touch. He went, stood in the toilet, then went out into the vestibule, stood there, went back. So do not hunt back on the shelf, knead the sides. The teacher lies face to face. She picked up her legs to her, there was a place to sit down. I’ll sit. Night, knocking on wheels, snoring, driving. We are going to the sea!
The teacher in a dream corrects the sheet she is covered with. And from under the sheet appears “in the light” her ass. Mother dear! My eyes are already accustomed to the darkness. I see a light contour of a large female pelvis. Also vaguely guesses a strip of dark panties. I need to dump, but something keeps me. Whether reluctance to crumple the sides, or a close female pelvis. “Maybe I should cover it?” I think. Suddenly it is cold? Although how she could be cold in such a hot car. I decide to cover the ass teacher. Carefully I take the edge of the sheet and cover it with the thigh of my companion. I hope she does not wake up. And I’m already finishing my questionable operation, when my hand is missing someone’s hand. This is the hand of the teacher! I am terrified. What to do? I can not speak, I can escape too, my hands and feet do not obey me. What will happen next? But nothing happens after that. My hand lies in a woman’s hand and there are no more movements on her part. Most likely, she sleeps and it’s all mechanically, in a dream. And what should I do? I try to pull my hand gently. It seemed to me that her hand was resisting my movement. I pull harder. The hand is free, I slip into my regiment with a bullet.
Now to catch my breath, my heart is beating unbelievably, a lump has come to my throat. What was it? Maybe she wanted intimacy? Or maybe she thought I was a thief? No, it was just a reflex, in a dream. Thoughts swarm in my head, now I just can not fall asleep. The car operates air conditioning, but I’m hot. Before my eyes, the images of the teacher’s breasts in the afternoon and wide hips at night are emerging. But not only I did not sleep, nor did my child-bearing organ sleep. It was still a dull night, when I again decided to climb down. Why, I do not know. I did not want to go to the toilet and I did not have anything down at the bottom. Simply, insomnia… I sat on the empty seat on the bottom shelf. Uchilka lay all in the same position, I got a booty. Under the sheet, the relief forms of a mature woman were guessed. And suddenly again her sheet crawled up. I could swear that she was no longer wearing panties. I saw this not by sight, but by some kind of animal, primitive instinct. A naked female ass looked at me from the darkness. After some hesitation, I decided to repeat my failed first maneuver. With two fingers, carefully, I took the edge of the sheet and pulled it, covering the shame and lust. And again my hand was seized by a hand, a hand bare half (in the lower part) of a woman. And again I froze. We both froze.
Then I felt a slight stroking of my brush. I answered. We gently stroked each other’s hands, fingers, palms. I stroked her fingers, and her fingers lay on a naked, slightly cool thigh, which I gradually moved on to. From the hip, I moved to the buttock, then to the other. Her priest was smooth and supple. I leaned over and touched her lips. All other places of the teacher were hidden under the sheet, and I was offered, probably, its best part – the priest. The smell of her skin excited me extremely. Everything was decided at this very moment. We both, probably, understood that all the ways back were cut off. I kissed her ass frenziedly, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, nabredshey to the source. I crumpled her ass with my fingers, I felt like digging into it, scratching that sweet and delicious ass with my fingernails, biting my teeth, enjoying all the beauty and energy inherent in it. What could be more beautiful than a female priests, especially the attempts of an unknown companion in an overnight train.
She did not make a sound or stir. The old men still snored. Behind the curtained sheet there was no movement, the whole car slept deeply. My hand touched the center of the priests, everything was humid. Popa was running out of passion. The stranger touched my face with her hand. But along with the skin of her fingers I felt a cheek and some strange object. I took it by hand. Oh my God! It turned out to be a condom in the package… My sharp sharpened knife entered the melted butter of the teacher’s bosom as a ship to its native harbor. It seems that they were waiting for us here. The schoolchild lay all in the same position, on her side. I was hanging around her priests like a loach. Finally, I found a comfortable position and the work began to boil. I decided not to hurry and allow myself and the teacher to enjoy our full contact. At the very beginning, I began to frequent, but then slowed down and began to enter his king into the bosom of the queen all slower and slower. The car slept, the wheels pounded, and two in the car, the Man and the Woman, the Male and the Female, were engaged in the main business of their life. I tried faster and slower again. I introduced it to the limit, and then drowned only lightly. I made circular motions, then to the right and left, up and down. I tried everything. I do not know what the Teacher felt, whether she experienced an orgasm (orgasms), but I went through all the stages with her bosom that I knew. And then came the moment when I could no longer restrain myself. A terrible cramp seized my whole body. I made a titanic effort to avoid screaming or moaning. The energy was leaving me. A huge amount of semen erupted into a condom. I thought I would die.
But I’m not dead. I woke up later in the car, already in the afternoon. Instead of old men other neighbors were traveling. The teacher at the bottom also read the book. She did not even look at me. Yesterday, after I had finished, she threw a sheet on the ass and our meeting and our acquaintance ended. I treacherously blushed and paled all day until she came out. I met Uchilka, probably her husband, an interesting tall man in years. They kissed each other, joined hands and walked proudly along the aisle. For a moment it seemed to me that all this I dreamed. This night,
