stranger in the sleeper train
I was traveling alone on an overnight train to visit family. I had a sleeper compartment but it was quite small. Late at night after the lights were dimmed a polite man in his thirties asked if he could sit and chat because he could not sleep. We talked for a long time about life and travel. The conversation slowly became flirty and charged with tension.
He moved closer and we started kissing softly at first then more passionately. His hand slipped under my blanket and inside my shorts. I was already very wet. He fingered me gently while the train rocked steadily beneath us. The sound of the wheels on the tracks covered my quiet moans. I returned the favor by stroking him under the blanket until he was rock hard.
Eventually I climbed on top of him in the narrow bunk. I rode him slowly trying not to make the bed creak too loudly. Feeling the train moving while he was deep inside me was an incredible sensation. I came twice once while riding him and again when he flipped me over and took me from behind. He finished inside me with a deep groan. We fell asleep tangled together and in the morning we acted like normal strangers again. That train ride is still one of my favorite memories.