Story: how to have sex on a train so that no one will notice.
Against the backdrop of stories about incredible love adventures, my story about sex, which happened in a very unusual place for this, in the train, may seem mediocre and unremarkable.
But, one way or another, I recently had one curiosity with my husband, we remember him to this day with a smile, and therefore decided to tell everyone who will be interested.
We returned home, rested and happy. Squeezed like lemons for a long road (and it was in the summer) rode on the train, in a compartment carriage. The measured knock of the wheels, muffled light and smooth swaying acted like the best sleeping pill: the tired I curled up and sprinkled sweetly on the lower shelf. My husband sat next to me, apparently in no hurry to get up: either he read something enthusiastically, or guessed crosswords.
I don’t even remember how I fell asleep, but I remember exactly that I had a dream: I’m walking around the field, and around – the beauty is indescribable: field flowers, multi -colored flowers. I have never seen these, but in a dream they seemed alive, touched me naked, easily patting her buttocks and chest, and one, the most shameless flower, managed to tickle the clitoris to me. The sensations in a dream were like in reality, because of which I woke up.
Sex on the train and classes of conspiracy from neighbors on the compartment
But my excitement could not help but notice my husband, and even put aside his magazines. “You moaned like that! You probably dreamed of something? Tell me, I was there?”He asked with a smile. She jokingly shook her head, giving him a negative answer. Then he slapped me slightly on the pope and crept behind, covering us both with a translucent blanket. It was impossible to feel the erection of his spouse, stuck into me on a cramped shelf. Radiating a desire, he evoked the same volcano of passion in me. The nipples were firing, below, it seemed to me that everything was already squinting and thirsty for rough and emergency penetration. I wanted to snuggle closer to my beloved in order to feel his heated, bloody flesh.
His hands skillfully stuck between my legs, after which he quickly lowered my jeans, and, without taking off his panties, and slightly pushing them to the side (I was in thongs), began to affectionately drive his fingers on my small labia, clitoris, perineum. “Mmmm, my girl! You are wet … ” – he whispered in my ear and suddenly suddenly entered the vagina with two fingers. It was unexpected, but very nice, I groaned quietly and bent.
Of course, we were not alone, which, in fact, stopped us, did not give us the opportunity to have sex in this unusual place right now, when the desire was at the peak itself. A man rode with us in the compartment, for some reason he was located upstairs, although the lower place was free. At one point it seemed to me that he was watching our games, as if staring and watching what we were doing here. No, it seemed that he was sleeping.
The dream of a neighbor on the compartment instilled more confidence in me: I started a response sexual attack. Finally, making my hand in my husband’s pants, I grabbed him by the testicles and squeezed them to remove this tension a little: a little more and my husband would end due to overexcitation. Slowly going down under the covered sheet, I slipped my lips from the head to the base. From the top stood out a drop marking the proximity of the finale. I did not want to stop, I knew how good he was now, and wanted to bring him to orgasm. Equally grabbed his scrotum, and carefully ran her tongue along the barrel of the penis, barely touching the bridle. The beloved quietly published something inarticulate, but at that moment I again died that the neighbor was staring at us.
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The most unusual place for sex on the train: the long -awaited ending
They didn’t take risks – we certainly were not going to try on the roles of porn actors. When I got out from under the sheet, the neighbor clearly fussed and froze on the shelf, cast a oblique look at us, and then turned away to the wall. I also turned away to the wall, but did not have time to come to my senses, as a member of my husband, excited to disgrace, was in me. This heat cannot be confused with anything. I began to move anxiously and tenderly beloved, but, in my opinion, our caution did not help-treacherously betrayed sheets, which literally walked with a stilt. Closing a look at a neighbor who clearly understood what we were doing, invited her husband to go to the toilet. “And take the“ protection ”with me,” I whispered to his ear, and I went forward myself. “Protection” is a condom. We do not have children yet, and we are not in a hurry with replenishment, but we always think about security in advance.
We slipped into the toilet unnoticed, because the whole car was already sleeping – it was at night. Closing the door behind us, we no longer had the strength to restrain ourselves. Simple words: I wanted sex, hard, animal. The toilet on the train – this place can be called the right to the most unusual for intimacy, moreover, not suitable for this. I will not describe the horror of the whole situation (after all, each of us went on a train at least once in my life), but at that moment we did not care. My husband tore my bra from me, quickly lowered both of us pants, and, turning me with my back to my back, began to put on a condom with his hands trembling with the desire and an excess of testosterone in the blood.
Finally he entered me, and now we could not stop. The accumulated moisture squelled loudly in me, so droplets of our lubricant sprayed over the entire surface. I restrained myself, although, to be honest, I really wanted to scream and moan loudly with pleasure, having forgotten that in this miniature room and there was nowhere to turn around, and there is nothing to breathe. The stench of the toilet was nothing to me, I heard only the favorite aroma of my spouse’s excited body. He sweated, the shirt was wet through and through.
I managed to finish a couple of seconds earlier. The orgasm turned out to be very powerful and mutual. We felt each other at this moment: the contraction of the muscular tissue in me caused a continuation of the trepidation of the vagina. Gradually, excitement began to subside, voluptuousness was replaced by lethargy and full satisfaction.
My dream was removed like a hand. Secretly got out of the toilet, wandered in the compartment. On the basis of the basis, they accidentally drew attention to the wet spot on the sheet of a neighbor, approximately in the abdomen. We, smiling, looked at each other with each other, and each went by their regiments. Here we have an unusual sex on the train.