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Train Journey - Part 1 and Part 2

To travel from Dusseldorf to Frankfurt, one very good way is
the EuroCity(EC) train service that transits every two
hours. From Dusseldorf you pass through Duisburg to Cologne,
and then to Bonn, Koblenz and Mainz to Frankfurt. That
afternoon, in early November, I was taking the EC leaving
Dussledorf at 3.28 PM, passing through Bonn at 5.14 and
reaching Frankfurt at 7.08 PM.

I had come to Dusseldorf for a trade show, and as always
happened to me at the railway station when I was on my own,
I was starting to wonder if this would be my lucky day.

I liked travelling by German trains for two reasons. One was
of course the comfort, speed and the lack of crowds, and the
second was my search for the "stranger on a train" fantasy.
I had been unable to shake off this fantasy ever since I had
read Erica Jong's "Fear of Flying".

So, as usual, when the train arrived, I boarded the coach
and started walking down the corridor searching for a
compartment, which had a woman in it. It was fairly crowded
that afternoon, and I had to cross two coaches before I
found a compartment that had only one man and a woman in it.
In a German coach, till very recently, there were six seats
in every compartment, three facing each other. The
compartment can be closed by a sliding door.

The man and the woman were occupying the window seats, and I
took the empty corridor seat opposite the woman. The curtain
on the corridor window was open, and I could see the
countryside going by in the reverse direction.

The man was busy writing a report of some kind in a
proforma. He was completely busy and did not look up. The
woman took out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. I realised I
had got into a smoking compartment by mistake (I stopped
smoking years ago). She looked at me out of the corner of
her eye with something a brief smile, then went back to a
magazine she had in her hand.

I studied her, first covertly, then quite openly. She had
brown hair pulled back and held in a ruffle, spectacles, and
was dressed in black stretch pants, very tight the way
German women like to wear them, topped by a loose blue
turtleneck sweater. It was pretty warm with the central
heating, and I thought she must be uncomfortable in her
sweater. The curve of her hip on the crossed leg looked slim
and shapely, and I began to be glad that I had chosen this
compartment.

I stretched my legs out in front of me, and tried to relax.
I'm fairly tall (6 ft) and I need leg space and a
comfortable backrest. I looked around at the sides of the
seat to find the backrest lever. I looked up and found her
smiling at me. She said something in German. I speak a
little German, but not enough.

"I'm sorry,” I said in German."I speak only a little German.
Do you speak English?" (my standard line!)

"Yes" she said with a slight laugh."I was telling you that
that the lever is under the seat" And so it was. I worked
the lever and stretched out a little more comfortably.

She was still smiling, and picked the packet of cigarettes
up and offered it to me.

"No thank you" I said."I don't smoke. Not any longer"

She started to laugh.

"But you have come into a smoking compartment"

There was nothing to say except to brazen it out.

"Yes.' I said. "I do that often"

"And why?" she asked still smiling.

"I like to meet interesting people when I travel. I find
smokers to be much more interesting."

"Why is that"she asked.

"Because smokers are people who have let themselves try
something new. Non-smokers know only how to follow other
people's rules. I've been a smoker myself, remember."

She laughed at that, a full-throated genuine laugh this
time. It sounded good and very sexy as it died away slowly.

"What do you do?" she asked.

"I'm a software engineer." I replied. "From India. I'm here
for a project. "

"Will you be here long?"

"It's a three month project." I replied."I've got another
month to go."

"And where do you live?"

"In Frankfurt." I said."And you?"

"In Hannover." she said, smiling.

"And what work do you do?"

"I'm a radio journalist."she replied.

"Do you specialise in any particular field? You know,
politics, sports and so on?"

"Yes. In theatre. Experimental theatre is my specialty, to
be precise. In fact, that's why I'm going to Frankfurt.
There is a very original set of plays being put up over the
weekend."

"That sounds very interesting." I said."What kind of plays?"

"They are completely silent. No speech at all. Everything is
communicated through movements and gestures, non-verbal
communication as it is called."

"Really?" I said."Is that actually possible?"

"You'd be surprised." she replied."I was also very skeptical
earlier. But now, I have become an expert in non-verbal
communication. In fact," she snapped her fingers."now I can
tell immediately in most cases what the real communication
is, behind the spoken words."

Again, there was the slow smile. The silence hung in the air
like an invisible thread. I looked at her and felt the
slight tension start to build up between us.

I realised the train had started to slow down. I looked out
of the window and saw that we were in the outskirts of a
city. Cologne, the next stop. The man in the corner, who
till then had been silently writing his report, started to
pack his papers up and put them into a small briefcase.

The train slid into the station. The man in the corner stood
up, collected his coat from the rack above him, and with a
brief "Wiedersehn" was gone.

I held my breath. Would we be lucky?

People came into the coach and bustled down the corridor. A
couple of them looked in, saw both of us and continued on
their way.

The train started again and moved slowly out of the darkness
of the station gathering speed into the evening.

The train conductor came in, saw that there was nobody new.
pulled the door shut with a clang and moved on.

I turned around and saw her looking straight at me. Her
expression was unreadable.

The tension between us was getting to be unbearable. I could
feel the blood starting to pound through my body. My penis
was now rock hard in my pants.

Then she said. "The countryside is very lovely."

I looked out of the window. And so it was. Flaming autumn
colours in the evening sun.

I looked back at her. Now was the time.

"I don't like to watch the countryside going in the reverse
direction." I said (my seat was facing the end of the
train). "Can I sit next to you?"

"Please." she said.

I moved over and sat next to her. I could hardly breathe.

I turned slowly and looked at her. Her lips were half
parted. Then she slowly rested her cheek on my shoulder.

I leaned towards her and kissed her. Our lips clung together
and my tongue slowly moved into her mouth.

Her tongue flicked against mine and then all at once her
arms came up around my neck and held me fiercely. Her mouth
opened and we were suddenly kissing as if it was the last
kiss on earth. The ferocity of her response was
unbelievable.

I lost track of time as we kissed unendingly. I moved my
hand tentatively up and gently brushed her breast. Her
response was instantaneous. She arched her back up and her
breast came naturally into my palm.

I reached below and started to tug off her heavy sweater.
For the first time since we started she broke the kiss,
reached down and in a second the sweater was off. Below she
was wearing a tight thin off white jersey knit to that came
to her waist outside the stretch pants. I could now make out
that her breasts were small but shapely, the way I like
them.

She came right back at me and again her tongue was in my
mouth. I moved my hand to her waistband and then slowly up
and her to her breast. She moaned deep in her throat even as
she continued to kiss me.

I had to see what her breasts were like, had to feel her
nipples. I reached behind under her top with both my hands,
easily unhooked her bra, and drew it out through one sleeve.
She broke the kiss and smiled at me for a second as I did
that. A cousin of mine had taught me to do some things
rather well, but more on that some other time!

Her breasts were now in my hands and I could feel her
nipples. They were small and absolutely rock hard. God, she
was on fire all right!

I reached down and pushed her top to the top of her breasts.
I could see them now and they were what I had dreamt of.
Small but firm and upstanding, with pink nipples that were
small and surprisingly long. I greedily bent down and one
nipple came into my mouth.

Now she was moaning uncontrollably as I tongued her nipples.
I was gentle at first and then sucked them deep between my
compressed lips before tongue lashing it. My hand had moved
down wards of its own accord and was now between her things,
stroking higher and higher till it reached the fork.

She parted her legs and I could now lay my hand flat against
the fork of her stretch pants. My center finger was rubbing
right against her cunt and clitoris. Even through the pats I
could feel the heat and the wetness.

Then suddenly the train jerked a little and we both looked
up. Through the window we could see houses and streets. We
were already nearing Bonn. We'd been at it for twenty
minutes and it had seemed like only two or three!

She pulled her top down and straightened herself. Her hair
was still in its ruffle and her spectacles were still on!

We waited in Bonn station for the dream to end. We were
lucky again. The train had started to move and we were still
alone.

I turned back to her and tried to kiss her again.

"No'" she said. "The conductor will be coming by to check
the tickets. After that."

We were lucky again. It took only a minute for the train
conductress - it was a she now - to come in. She saw us
sitting next to each other and there was just the fractional
lift of the eyebrow. She asked something of my companion and
received a short and polite sounding reply. As she left she
gave us both a long look. Her lips were half parted and her
tongue briefly flickered at the edge of her mouth. This time
the door shut slowly.

I looked at my companion.

"She knew." she said smiling. " maybe...."

With that she leaned forward and kissed me again.

Now there was no holding back. Koblenz was 45 minutes away
and it was getting quite dark.

She broke the kiss for a moment.

"Close the door." she said. I got up and moved the latch to
the locked position. When I turned back I saw that her
spectacles were off and she had removed her ruffle. Her hair
was falling softly to her shoulders now.

In a second I was back next to her. She had pushed the seat
rest between the two seats up and there was nothing between
us now. My lips were at her nipples again and my hand
between her thighs. But now her hand had also moved down and
was stroking my engorged penis through my trousers.

I moved back and unzipped my pants. My penis sprang free and
strained towards the roof. There was no hesitation. She bent
down immediately and her lips were at the head of my cock.

She did it beautifully. First she licked the head in an
experimental kind of way. Then she took the head slowly into
her mouth only to release it again. She then tongued my cock
all the way down to the base and up again. She licked the
bottom of the head at its most sensitive spot slowly and
forever it seemed.

I was scared I would come then and there, the sensation was
so exquisite. She seemed to sense it and moved back and took
my cock completely in her mouth. Her head started to move up
and down first slowly and then faster and faster. It was I
who was groaning now, my hands in her hair.

I was getting close to the edge and going out of control. I
pulled at her hair and her mouth came off my cock. I pulled
her up and I could taste my precum juices in her mouth.

I started to unzip her pats. She seemed as though to resist
for a second and then stopped. She had on black silk panties
under her trousers. I rubbed my thumb against them and she
gasped as I found her clitoris though the soaking silk.

I wondered for a second what to do next. She solved my
problem for me by pulling her pats and panties below her
knees herself in one swift movement.

"I have a condom in my bag." she whispered. She reached out
took her bag off the small table rummaged in it and handed
me the plastic packet.

I tore the cover off and rolled it on.

"This way." she said as she twisted round and brought her
knees onto the seat.

Her ass was in front of me now. I had been right, she was
slim and very shapely. I felt one buttock and it was soft
yet firm. trembling a little under my hand. I moved my hand
down and my finger went easily into her cunt. It was tight
and slick and incredibly hot.

I slid my finger in and out. She was gasping now, moving her
ass back each time. I took my finger out and moved it down
until I had found her clitoris. She shuddered and put one
hand to her mouth to stop the noise that was rising from her
throat.

"Fuck me. Fuck me please." she gasped between her teeth.

I needed no second invitation. Her legs were together
because of the pants which she still had on below her knees.
I put one foot on the seat and left the other on the ground.
My cock was less than an inch away from her cunt now. I
couldn't control myself any longer.


I lunged forward and my cock started to bury itself deep in
her cunt. She was tight, damn tight because her legs were
together, but she was smooth and slick as anything I had
ever felt. And she was hot, it was like a furnace down
there. I pushed forward as hard as I could and I could feel
my balls tight against her ass now. I could hear her bite
down into her hand to stop from screaming.

I started to pump her and immediately discovered something
wonderful. I needed to do very little, the rhythm of the
train was doing it all for me. I was moving easily in and
out of her cunt as her ass swayed back and forth with the
train. It was fantastic; something I'd never experienced
before.

I leant forward and cupped both her breasts in my hands. Her
nipples were rock hard against my palms. I squeezed her
breasts roughly.

My eyes were closed as I pumped my cock in and out, in and
out. My breath was rasping raggedly now, and some strange
animal like groans were coming from my throat.

I moved faster and faster and her ass was bucking wildly
now.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My back arched and my cock
slammed into her cunt as it got harder than I thought it
could ever go. The orgasm was coming up from my balls and it
felt like an ocean, a tidal wave. I thought I was going to
die.

The train screeched into a tunnel and we both screamed into
our hands. My cock exploded and I could feel her body flail
completely out of control. Her ass was slamming back against
my balls in a way that I thought would crush them. It went
on and on as though it would never stop and then, slowly, it
started to subside.

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We were walking down the Frankfurt platform hand in hand. We
had stopped in Koblenz. Our clothes were back on and we had
kissed softly and sweetly and gently. No one had come in,
nor had the conductress disturbed us.

I had held her close during the final twenty minute run from
Koblenz to Frankfurt. My lips had brushed hers from time to
time. She has run a finger slowly over my face as though she
wanted to remember each and every feature. It was night by
then and I could see her face momentarily as the lights from
the smaller stations flashed by. If the world had ended
then, it would have been Ok with me.

Just before Frankfurt she spoke.

"It was a wonderful dream.” she said softly and ever so
gently. " But it will never happen again."

I didn't say anything.

The conductress had been waiting for us at the door of the
coach. We had been the last to get out.

"Wiedersehn" she said and then did something completely
unexpected. She leaned forward and kissed my companion first
full on the mouth and then me. We had been both too taken
aback to even move.

"Danke" said the conductress as she held the door open.

We were outside the platform gate now. It was time to go.

I drew her to me and we kissed. It was the sweetest gentlest
slowest kiss I had ever experienced.

I broke the kiss.

"In your life, I wish everything that is best for you." I
said."Only the best."

"And you too." she whispered, her fingers stroking my cheek.

I stepped back and our hands came apart. I looked at her for
one last moment, then turned around and walked out to the
road outside.
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