I was on a business trip once, on a train. The route is long, almost shaking for a day. I took a ticket to the compartment, I thought, if I’m lucky, I’ll go alone, I’ll sleep like a human being. But that was not the case. An hour before departure, the conductor comes in, followed by a woman. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, had a coat, a purse, and a tired but tenacious look. She greeted him, put down her suitcase and sat down opposite. Well, I guess not one, but at least not a bunch of drunks. That’s a plus.
The train started moving, I took cognac out of my bag, purely for sleeping, about a hundred grams. She looked at the bottle and smiled out of the corner of her lips. I’m a simple man, I offered to join the company. She shrugged her shoulders, saying that it was possible just a little bit. We had some simple snacks with us: sandwiches, a chocolate bar. We started talking. Her name was Marina. I was on my way to a neighboring city, also for work, but I can’t remember if I was an accountant or a personnel officer.
We drank a hundred. Then another hundred. The conversation became more lively. Marina suddenly complained that she was tired of her husband, that she was bored. I nodded, poured more, listened with half an ear, and I looked at her knees โ her skirt was slightly up. Then, for some reason, she began to tell how she once cheated on her husband on a business trip, so much so that she still remembers with a shudder. Those words made my underpants tingle. Just like that, you sit, you drive, you don’t touch anyone, and the woman throws out such details to you. I’m in awe.
By nightfall, we had finished the bottle. Shelves were laid, the lights were turned off. I lay there, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Marina was busy downstairs, either changing her clothes or not sleeping either. The train rocked, the wheels beat a measured rhythm. And suddenly I hear โ her breathing has become ragged, rapid. He listened. Exactly. The moans are barely perceptible, with a gasp. I sat up quietly and looked down.
She was lying on her back, under the sheet, but the fabric had already come loose. One hand is on her chest, the other is between her legs. And it’s moving. I’m in a daze again, froze, afraid of scaring off. Then she suddenly arched up, breathed even louder, and apparently came. I leaned back on the pillow, my heart pounding so hard that it was pounding in my ears. His cock was standing so high that he could unbutton his fly.
I didn’t. I decided to see how it would end. He leaned over again. She was already lying with her eyes closed, breathing heavily. Then she suddenly opened her eyes and looked right at me. I wanted to pull away, but it was too late. She smiled drunkenly, cunningly, and says in a whisper: “Well, did you look? Now it’s your turn.” And she threw off the sheet.
I didn’t think any further. I went downstairs and lay down next to him. She was hot and wet, and she smelled of cognac and a hot woman. I pulled off everything that was left of her, entered immediately, without foreplay. She gasped, bit her lip, and then wrapped her legs around me. I fucked her hard, angrily, with all my soul, and she waved and whispered: “Yes, that’s it, even deeper.”
I finished quickly โ I was on edge for too long. But Marina, apparently, that was enough. They lay down and walked away. And then she suddenly says: “Is it weak again?” I grinned and reached for the second bottle. They drank it right out of my throat. And then she gave out: “You know, after cheating, I realized that if they started, I can’t stop. I want more. Maybe we should call a guide?”
I choked on it. I look at her, and her eyes are sparkling, and you can’t tell if she’s joking or really. And then he says, “Well, or not a guide. I saw a guy riding in the next compartment. I kept looking out the window, I was bored.” Those words made me feel so bad that I got up again. I say, “You suggest it.” She laughed, put my shirt on, and slipped out into the hallway. I could hear her knocking on the next compartment, saying something softly.
He comes in a minute later. Behind her is a man, about forty years old, balding, in sweatpants. His eyes are round, he does not believe that he was called for what he was called for. Marina sat down on the sexpornotales.me She opened her legs and nodded at him. He looked at me, and I nodded. Well, he harnessed up. Hesitantly at first, but then he became bolder, began to squeeze her, crumple her tits, and climb into her lips. I was sitting next to him, watching, drinking cognac and jerking off.
He fucked her for a long time, diligently, sniffing like a steam train. Marina was moaning, but it seemed to me that she wasn’t so high anymore โ either she was burned out, or she just wanted more men, for the sake of quantity. I came up from the side and put my cock in her mouth. She took it, smacked it. The man exploded from such a sight, groaned, trembled and got out. It flowed out of her. Marina just laughed, wiped her lips and said, “Well, who else?”
I pushed the guy back out and closed the door. Came back. Marina lay sprawled, wet, disheveled. I lay down on top and went in. She was already like plasticine, flowing like a river. I hammered her slowly, looked into her eyes, and she looked at the ceiling, smiled and muttered something about the train being the best place for sex. I came a second time, already inside her. I didn’t have the strength anymore.
I woke up in the morning to the sound of rumbling wheels and the sun through the window. Marina was sitting opposite, combed, fresh, drinking tea from a glass with a cup holder, as if nothing had happened at night. I looked at her. She winked, took a sip, and said, “Thanks for the company. If anything, I still have a return ticket for the day after tomorrow.” Then she got up, straightened her coat and went out. I watched her go, feeling a slight ache all over my body, and thought that I would take business trips more often now.