She leaves again ... And again alone ... I don’t want to enter the compartment. She is standing in the aisle of the car and looking thoughtfully out the window. It's sad to part with this city again. It's sad to shake the train again, because usually these trips do not bring her anything good. However, nothing bad either.

She feels someone's attentive look on her, but does not raise her eyes for a few more minutes. It's him. She feels his undressing, impudent gaze, which makes her tense up and look at him point-blank. Tanned handsome man in tight jeans white-toothed smiles at her.

- Hello! You are alone?

- As you see

“Isn't that a reason to have a boring road together?” Wait a bit, I'll be back soon!

She wants to go into the compartment, but something stops her. The instinct of the female that they want (she knows it for sure) does not allow her to retire. Fifteen minutes later he stands in front of her with two tickets to a sleeping car in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.

- Adventurer, why are you so sure of yourself?

- I believe in you! Come on, the adventure begins !.

He flings open the coupe door and lets it go ahead. She is lost, afraid of pressure from his side. He closes the door, gently turns it around and kisses her lips.

“You want this, don't you?”

- Yes...

He draws her.

- Do not worry, I will not make you ill ...

She feels his excitement, and the sweet languor covers her. "It can not be with me," - flashes the thought in her, but leaves as suddenly as it appears. His tongue works flawlessly, gently touching her neck, dropping lower and lower. She feels that her panties are soaked and she becomes embarrassed by this. Her tight T-shirt prevents him, she gently stops him and in one motion tightens her. There is nothing under it. He pounces on her like a starving wolf. A moan escapes from her chest.

“Hush, honey, hush,” he whispers right into his ear.

He caresses her breasts, lightly nibbling little elastic nipples, his hands climb under the skirt and gently stroke his hips, stomach, tight in tight panties. She feels that she is losing control of herself. His wild excitement drives her crazy. His flesh is hot through his clothes, and she starts to unbutton his trousers with soft movements. Hands do not obey and he helps her.

- Do you like what you see?

- Yes, i wanna you.

He pulls off her little white panties, lifts on strong arms and dramatically pulls to his knees. They are filled with a mad desire to have each other. He puts it on himself, afraid to break this desire. He sticks in her lips, he wants to drink it all. She groans from the pleasure that this unfamiliar man gives her ... He does it again, and then again. They can not get enough of each other ...

They lie naked and drink champagne to give strength to their tired bodies. They are silent. They have nothing to say to each other, they smile at their feelings.

She awoke at dawn from his gaze. He sat beside her and watched her sleep.

- I'm leaving.

- I know.

She knew that she would not see him anymore. Probably not necessary. He was happy with the feeling he left in her. She did not want to lose this sweet sensation.

“Goodbye,” she whispered.

She slept sweetly when he stepped out of the car into the cool predawn morning, still keeping the warmth of her body. 25/12/98