drove slowly to the train station in Oakville. It was the compartment number three. In the narrow sleeping compartment he took off his jacket and hung it up, then he sat on the edge of the lower bed and untied his shoelaces. She sat cross-legged on the bed and watched him. The lights flickered past the train station, could light up the cabin for a short time and remained in the dark. The train took up speed and rolled into the night. His goal was to Toronto. He loosened his tie
. "If you want to be a striptease," she said, "still lacks a certain something." He grinned. It was the indecision that made him so slow. They had been forced to adopt a common compartment, as there had been no more. And he longed to them in his arms. All he in recent days about yourself and had brought his life experience, told him that she was the woman of his life, the woman who wanted to live with and which he should. Despite all this, he hesitated. "What do you think?" She asked. "To me it all goes too fast." For a moment, was his response to her question hang in the air. "I'm married, you know," he added. "But they made you cheated for years." - "I want nothing from me, you do not jump from her bed in yours?" His question offended her: "You shall do what you want." He tried to explain it to her. "I have the feeling that I am looking for an excuse, where I can relax myself and I like it." She did not answer and he added: "You do not believe me, right?" - "No," she said. "I will sleep tonight I you. I can damn well that is still recall how it was, and I will have that again, preferably immediately." She looked out the window. The scenery sped by in front of their eyes. Ten minutes flew past lights again, then sank back into the darkness. "But I know you well," she continued. "You never enjoy the moment, not even in our student days. Again you needed time to alls to thoroughly investigate and consider, and you slowly convince you that yes even doing the right thing." - "Is that so bad?" He asked. She smiled. "No. And I'm glad you're so. It makes you strong and reliable. If you were different, I think I would have thee not ..." Her voice sank. "What are you going to say?" She looked into his eyes. "Then I would not have loved you so much, not so long." She played her embarrassment with a change of subject: "In any case, would do you a good shower." Since she was right. He carried just 36 hours already the same clothes he had stolen. "Every time I thought myself to move, something urgent came between them," he said. "Fortunately, did I clean clothes in my suitcase." - "No matter," she said then. "You should probably get up in your bed and make room for me so that I can take off your shoes. "He climbed up the short ladder, lay down on the upper bed and turned on its side, leaning his elbow on the pillow, his head in his hand." If you like your stuff Good and lose from this day 'till tomorrow, then it is as if your life would begin again from scratch. "he said." When you were born again, only without parents, without friends, without family. "She slipped her shoes from getting up. "I could not like that. To me it would go on the clock, "she said. With a continuous flowing motion, she slipped out of her black pants and stood there only in sweaters and pink panties. You caught his glance, smiled and said, "All right, sit and watch you do that." She reached behind her in the sweater and undid her bra. Then she moved her left arm from his sleeve and took the right hand under the sweater to strip the carrier from the shoulder, left arm pushed back through the sleeve and pulled her bra like a properly mastered magic appearance of the right sleeve. "Wow." He said softly. She looked at him thoughtfully. "Then we go to sleep so now?" - "I think so."
- "Okay," she said and stood on the edge of the lower bed, stretched up to him and held his face against the kiss. He leaned over and touched her lips with his. She closed her eyes. He felt her tongue over his lips briefly, then pulled back, and her face disappeared.
He lay on his back again and thought that it was not even a meter of him, thought of her beautiful bare legs, her delicate hands and her soft round breasts under the sweater. A moment later he was asleep.
He had a very erotic dream: He notes in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (a play), had donkey ears, and his hairy face was of Titania's Fairies - covered all over with kisses - naked girls with slender legs and round breasts. Titania in person, the Fairy Queen, buttoned him on his pants and .. the wheels of the train drummed to a dull rhythm.
He slowly woke up against his will. His shirt was open and his pants were lost. Next to him she was and kissed him. "Are you finally awake?" She whispered in his ear - this time a normal ear, no dog-ear. She giggled. "I will not waste that with a guy who's asleep here," she said seductively, looking at her body down.
He touched her and had his hand on her left side to slide along the bottom. The sweater she had on, but the panties were gone. "I'm awake," he said softly.
She raised herself on hands and knees, so she was above him, below the compartment ceiling. She searched his eyes and lowered her body slowly down on him. He groaned in pleasure. The train rocked back and forth, and the rails sang a sexy beat.
He pushed his hand under her sweater to cover her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm. "You've missed them," she whispered in a gentle voice in his ear. It seemed like he still live in a dream. The train rocked, kissed his face, and behind the windows was passing the night. Just the moon tried in vain to shine on the train.
He wrapped his arms around her back and held it throughout, as he had to convince them that it was not a dream but of flesh and blood. He just wanted to wish for, may it continue until all eternity, as his body demanded his right, and he held on tight to them, while the pleasure reached its climax.
When it was over, she said, "Hold me tight Lie still.." He did not move. She buried her face in his neck and her hot breath brushed his skin. While he was lying flat, still united with her, she seemed to infect an inner struggle. She shrugged again and again until sieschließlich sighed deeply and relaxed. They lay there for minutes, but he was not tired and they apparently can not, for she said: ".. I have an idea, we should wash ourselves" He laughed. "Yes," he said smiling, "that is overdue. In any case, me."
She rolled down from him and went down the ladder. He followed her. In the corner was a tiny compartment sink. In the small cabinet above it was a bar of soap and a towel. She left the sink with hot water fill up. "I washed up, then you wash me," she said. They soaked the towel with water, rubbing soap into it and began.
It was wonderful intimate and erotic. He closed his eyes. They soaped his stomach, then she knelt down to wash his feet. "You left out since what," he said. - "Do not worry, I'm keeping to the last." When she was finished, he did the same with her and found it more exciting. Then they lay down again. This time on the lower bunk.
"So," she said, "you can you even remember what's next?"
"No," he said. "But I think, I can imagine."
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