Last night, being placed in the compartment of the Kamyshin-Moscow train, Leonid did not pay attention to his fellow traveler, so he glanced at her slim figure, noted the good taste of the dress clearly sewn to order, politely greeted and, putting his suitcase on the luggage rack, set off behind the bed. The time was later, and the fatigue that had accumulated during the day did not dispose to the conversation, and therefore, he made his favorite upper shelf, he took off his shoes, took off his shirt and went to bed.

In the morning, as always on the road, he woke up late. It was a good twelve hours drive to Michurinsk, and the guy decided not to rush to get up and lie still in bed, having nothing to do while staring out the window. The train was slowly dragging its wagons, as if reluctantly knocking the wheels and to the beat somewhere below, on the table the glasses were tinkling. At first, Lenka tried not to pay attention to it, but when they were tired of ringing him, he hung his head from the shelf and stopped, forgetting to lower his hand.

His fellow traveler was already awake, closing the door and apparently hoping that the guy was fast asleep, she would change clothes sitting downstairs. Throwing off her nightgown, she slowly and gently stretched her stockings on bare, dark from the sun tanning legs. Thin pink bra straps tightly wrapped around her chest, but the cups were so small that it was possible to hide only a five-kopeck coin under them. Naturally, they did not hide anything from the admiring glance of the guy. He easily guessed the perfect shape of her breast, and from this somewhere in the lower abdomen, the guy sucked sweetly, almost involuntarily, he stirred, putting his hand under the blanket, but then the bed creaked treacherously, and the woman looked up with a start.

Their eyes met, his confused and frightened, her calm and slightly mocking. Instead of screaming and hurrying to cover her body, as often happens in such situations, the woman smiled and asked in a friendly way:

Already woke up?

Yes, said the guy, not knowing how to behave further.

But what puzzled him, the woman did not seem to care. Calmly, she finished putting on stockings and only after that she put on a robe, thus allowing Leonid to admire her body for a few more minutes. And only having fastened a dressing gown on all buttons and having tied a belt, she again addressed the guy:

Soon they promised to bring tea, so if you are going to have breakfast, hurry up.

Lenka obediently slid down, fumbled his sneakers with his foot, grabbed a towel and soap and went to wash while still under the impression of what had happened in the compartment.

“And what actually happened? he thought. By chance, I saw her change clothes, but I didn’t spy on her, everything really happened by chance. And then she, it seems, is not mad at me, which means that I have nothing to reproach myself with. What a stupid embarrassment, well, it was, there is no need now to constantly blush and hide your eyes, like a guilty schoolboy. Especially since she is really a beautiful woman, and I felt nothing but pleasure when I was staring at her breasts. ”

At the end of this discussion, the guy came to the conclusion that it was necessary to be simpler and behave as if nothing really happened. Therefore, in the coupe, he returned completely peaceful, calm and cheerful.

While he was absent, the woman gathered on the table an unpretentious breakfast, mainly consisting of vegetables, boiled eggs and sausage indispensable on trips. All this was picturesquely laid out on the table and excited the appetite.

I ask to the table, breakfast is served, the woman said, pointing him to a place against herself. Tea will bring now.

Refuse Lyonka did not think. While the conductor put glasses of tea on the table, he added to his products Kamyshin’s own stocks. After waiting for the boy to sit down, the woman gave a white-toothed smile and confided:

My name is Lida.

“I wonder how much older she is, maybe fifteen years old,” Leonid thought briefly, and gave his name.

Do you live in Kamyshin? she asked.

No, I went on business.

And I am also on business; my son studies there in a military school, a woman reported, not without pride.

At the mention of the school, Lenka grinned, he didn’t want to talk about it, although he could tell a lot, once he studied there himself, until he changed his mind in time and left for the troops, and from there to a citizen. But Lida was pleased with the fate of her son and began to talk in detail about the school and about everything she managed to see there. The guy listened to her carelessly and thought about his.

“Of course, she is no longer a girl, maybe thirty-five years old or a little more. But unless it is age for the woman, certainly if to watch a figure and the person. And she, apparently, follows. Such a woman can give odds to a seventeen year old girl. You can't call a beautiful face, but a rather pleasant, open blue eyes, full of sensual lips, a small, slightly snub nose. But the main thing is not even that; how can you convey this dimensional movement of the breast, especially when you know that there is under the fabric of the robe ”.

Leonid knew that the morning scene stood before his eyes, and again, like an hour ago, he had a sweet sore groin, and so wanted to interrupt Lida, take her small warm palm and put it between her legs to feel the touch of her fingers. From these thoughts even have a guy got sick.

As if catching what her interlocutor was thinking about, Lida stopped talking and smiled guiltily.

You probably are not interested? she asked, looking at the guy with her eyes wide open and seemingly naive. But there wasn’t a gram of something naive about them, on the contrary, something inexplicably impertinent was lurking in them, beckoning the guy, pushing him, promising all or almost all of what he could imagine.

Opening the door to the compartment, a man, obviously of Caucasian origin, looked, glanced at the woman and frowned, stumbling upon Leonid's face, which had darkened from his impudence.

Adventurer, described the guy who dropped in and stood up to close the door.

Well, I'm not alone in the compartment, she replied.

Leonid again looked into her eyes, as if asking permission for bolder deeds, and received it.

And if I started to stick to you?

To stick? the woman raised an eyebrow mockingly. Does it mean to care? Perhaps it would be even interesting.

Leonid did not know what she meant by the word "care", and that didn’t interest him, he had his own views on what was happening and his own understanding of her words. He turned the latch on the lock and sank down on the shelf next to the woman. She smiled trustingly and put down the apple, which she had eaten with pleasure before. He gently took the hand of Lida, still smelling the freshness of apple juice, and raised it to his lips. He put his hand on each finger on this delicate handle, and then, without stopping, slid up from her wrist, and, using his tongue, traced the strip on her skin, stood where the robe fabric began. The woman was silent, not objecting and disapproving of the boy’s actions, only in her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. Emboldened, Leonid undid the top button of her dressing gown and, pushing the fabric apart, touched his lips to her chest in the very center, where such an enticing hollow was formed between two heights. At the same time, his second hand, throwing back the floor of the dressing gown, penetrated between the legs of the woman and slid on the warm, beginning to get wet panties. And only when he tried to take them off, Lida stopped the guy:

Wait, no need to hurry.

For a time leaving panties in place, Lyonka bared Lidina's chest and gently, as if afraid to disturb a woman with a bolder caress, began to play with her nipples, then stroking them with her tongue, then slightly squeezing her lips and, finally, when they got stronger and swollen with juice, he one chest strong kiss.Leaning against the wall, the woman moaned softly from the pleasure she received. Its groans, the sound of wheels, footsteps and voices somewhere behind the door in the corridor merged into one wonderful music, ...