This happened at a time when I successfully learned the basics of science in the first year of M-th University. In my student age, I was a somewhat shy guy, which, naturally, could not help but reflect on my relationship with the opposite sex: I remained a virgin. While my friends and acquaintances proudly boasted of their adventures (real and fictional), I got the role of a devoted listener.

In one of the summer months I had to accompany my grandmother on a trip to the city of N. She had friends there, where we stopped. Having lived for several days, having bought presents for our relatives, having stocked up with products (the purpose of our trip), we drove back in the second-class carriage. I, as always, lay on the top shelf, the benefit to the people in the car was not enough. It was necessary to go for a long time, besides with a change, I dozed off under the measured clatter of the wheels. I woke up from the voices coming from below. I guessed: fellow travelers with whom the grandmother had already managed to make acquaintance. Hanging down, I looked at them a bit: an ordinary family with a small child. The head of the family, 35-40 years old, was reading, sitting in front of his wife. Next to him slept a boy of 5-6 years. My wife, a pretty woman, was talking animatedly with my grandmother. I was noticed. I had to greet, meet, get down. It turned out that they were going to our city to visit their relatives. Half an hour later we were already chatting. I will not say that it was a pleasure to me, but there was nothing more to do. Aunt Luda, as is usually the case, asked about her studies, her husband was interested in my plans for the future. The usual talk, a sort of small carriage conversation.

And the first part of our return trip is complete. With new acquaintances we stand on the platform of a small town where we have to change planes. I am glad in secret: I used to drag things alone, but now Comrade Lyudin helped us. By the way, they had a lot of their own things. By dragging the bags into the waiting room, we split up: the women went to get the tickets, and the protection of things fell to our share. I immediately took the opportunity and, having asked m. Lyudiny's husband (I never remembered his name) to look after things, went to wander around the station. Soon the grandmother came up: the tickets were bought, our fellow traveler went to the department store, if I want, I can also go for a walk. Nothing to do, I went to see what they sell here. And it is necessary for this to happen, in one of the sections I came across her: holding her son by the hand, she slowly examined the counters. Seeing me, Comrade Luda smiled and joined me, despite the fact that I went to the departments she examined. I am quietly sad: the company is still. If I knew what would happen next! Leisurely walking around the three-story store, we continued to chat. Slowly I began to like to communicate with her: she was keenly interested in my life, youthful dreams, asked me about my personal life, laughed at my shyness, told about herself, my family. Not looking at her 35 years old, she talked to me as an equal, not at all trying to teach me or, as it happens, educate me. Landing time was approaching.

The trouble (if you can call it trouble) fell on us suddenly. Due to the lateness of the train, the landing was reduced to 5 minutes, and our carriage was the last one. We rushed to drag a bunch of things. Running, screaming, sobbing child, fear that the composition is about to move, and things are still on the platform. The grandmother and the boy were already sitting in the carriage; we were throwing things over with the people. Her husband was dragging them. Well, that's all, it remains to climb only to us. And I must say that the steps in the car were high, the platform ended somewhere in two cars - three. T. Luda, with a somewhat embarrassed smile, asked me to help her up.I had a great opportunity to hold her ass, which I enjoyed and used! Rising after her, I was horrified to find the erection process that had begun. Only this was not enough for me: it was impossible to hide the bulging member anywhere. The composition has broken. T. Luda, turning round, happily clapped her hands. We had time! We had time! And, reaching out to me, she jokingly put her cheek. I, smiling, stepped to meet her. Then it was like in a dream. At the very last moment, she turned her face towards me and put up half-opened lips. Stunned, I kissed her. She, somewhat leaned back after the kiss, looked into the corridor of the carriage (whether the husband is walking) and again reached out to me. It was my first adult kiss: her tongue slid over my teeth, touched my tongue, lips beckoned to myself. Time seemed to stop.

I began to wake up a bit when I felt her fingers sweeping through the sports pants to the head of the penis, rhythmically stroking her. A little more and I would have finished right in the pants, but she scaredly recoiled from me, her husband returned. I vaguely remembered how I was dragging the remaining things, putting them together, as we all sat down, vigorously discussing the vicissitudes of landing. Meanwhile we were driving. Her husband, taking out an unfinished journal, went deep into reading, the son played, and she, taking a towel, went to the toilet, quickly looking at me. My face was burning when, after a few minutes, I took my toiletries and told my grandmother that I would also go and wash my face. It seemed that everyone would guess, but my grandmother just nodded. Reaching the toilet, I quietly pulled the handle. The lock clicked, the door slid open. She waited. With a pounding heart, I stepped, closing the door behind me. T. Luda, dressed in a robe, held out her hands to me. Bathrobe sold: she was only in panties. Do I have to say that I saw a half-naked woman for the first time ?!

At one time I gave myself a vow: the first sexual experience to gain not with some kind of God forgive, ready, usually because of his ugliness, to all and without preparation, but with a pretty, normal girl, for being close to whom it will not be a shame later, first of all, in front of himself. It seemed my patience was rewarded. Although t. Luda gave birth, she had a slender figure and, most importantly, a small pretty chest with dark nipples sticking out slightly to the sides. I, as if in oblivion, fumbled at her hands, kissing her lips, passionately wanting her to stroke my penis again. Deciding, I bent down and took her nipple with my lips. She gasped, leaned toward me, began to kiss on my head, clinging to my shoulders with my nails. I couldn’t do anything with it anymore: someone wanted to wash the products. I had to go back so as not to arouse suspicion and wait.

The evening was coming. At night we have to come. After a quick meal, I climbed onto the shelf, praying to God that my grandmother and her husband would soon fall asleep. The first her son calmed down. Slowly I began to pack for the night and the whole car. T. Luda, lying down with her son (her husband had long snuffled on the top shelf), occasionally met my eyes. Even I, inexperienced in these matters, read in her eyes the desire and willingness to continue. It was necessary to get off the shelf without waking anyone. Now I wanted only one thing: take off her panties and once again experience the pleasure of her touching the penis, then everything seemed vague.

And here I am in the vestibule. Holding my breath, I wait for her, listening to every sound. She is not. I begin to seize melancholy. Finally! For some reason, T. Luda is whispering (vestibule, the last car, here you can talk in full voice without fearing that they will hear you) that she could not put her son to bed. We are drawn to each other again. I'm trying to untie the belt of the robe, but she does not. After a short persuasion (with eyes alone) persuasion, she slightly opens her robe, exposing her chest. I reinforce the previously gained position, kissing her nipples and stroking their hands. She stands with closed eyes, biting her lips and breathing deeply. My dick is ready to break the pants, I poke her in her stomach, but it does not bring relief.I am terribly embarrassed to ask her to stroke him. Soon I understand the reason for her passivity. Standing with her back to the door leading into the car, she holds the handle with both hands, fearing to be caught off guard. We change places with her, now I hold the handle, and she (having worn a robe all the same!) Looks at me with laughing eyes, and lightly strokes me. Teasing I make an attempt to leave (really believe it!), She stops me, puts her arms around my neck, and again I fall into the abyss of sweet feelings. She starts up again. Her hands slide over my torso, she presses against me, kisses turn into biting. My lips are swollen, but I can't stop. T. Luda pulls up my T-shirt and, bending slightly forward, begins to mix my bite with biting. Now I understand how she felt, taking my caresses. A little emboldened, I take her hand (the other continues to squeeze the handle) and lower. straight into your pants! Stupid, I expect her refusal, but she seemed to be waiting for this. From touching the penis of her hand, my body begins to vibrate, she feels it, understands my condition, besides she herself feels the desire.

Suddenly, she freezes, straightening up, looks into my eyes, and I guess: she makes some decision for herself. Cuddling up to me, she whispers that I hold the door tighter. I begin to understand that now something will happen. T. Luda, kneeling, lets in my pants and underwear. Member flies at jet speed. I do not have time to realize all this, as she, taking him with his hand ... exposes the head and. grabs her. lips! Can you imagine what happened with me! Of course, I had heard about it, but even in my wildest dreams I could not imagine a similar picture. A beautiful, well-groomed, adult woman herself gives me a blowjob on the wagon's platform! I managed to hold out for about 20 seconds. Even now I cannot convey that state, I only remember how my legs trembled tremblingly, circles before my eyes, then a wave rolled, and I began to finish. I have never finished so hard and for a long time after this incident!

At first she did not take my cock out of her mouth, which led me to an additional ecstasy: I felt like I let her down, then, choking, she had to pull him out, while continuing to pull him with her hand, immediately a part of the jet hit her neck and bathrobe. Pulling him aside, she swallowed convulsively, finally coughing, let me go, rushed into the corner, spitting out my wealth. I continued to finish, helping myself already.

After we stood still in the vestibule for a long time. T. Luda, flushed, put herself in order: she wiped herself, asked to see if I had smeared it else where, dusted off her robe. I had to sacrifice my handkerchief, which, incidentally, was in the pocket of my pants. We wiped the opposite wall with them, the lower part of which (exactly opposite me) was smeared with highly artistic smudges.

And we, and they were to meet. It was too late before me that it was not bad to take a phone from her, or to arrange a meeting. Fate, as if in mockery, threw me another chance: neither they nor we saw our relatives. And I went to the station with her to call. Her husband and child remained near things. Looking at him, I understood her.

We just moved away, she only managed to agree to meet with me, as we ran into my parents. I tried to take on the mission of accompanying a woman in an unfamiliar place, explaining to her parents that I’ll only show you where the phone is, how her relatives, or rather even her husband’s relatives, flew. Hugging, cheers, I still could not agree on a meeting, whisper my phone. I never managed to find her, my grandmother replied to my careful inquiries that they seemed to live in the center, but unfortunately this is such a vague concept. I spent days wandering around the streets, wandering around the platform, cutting myself with the last words, but it was all in vain. I never saw her again, until next summer, but this, as Lolita likes to tell us from TV screens, is another story. I will definitely describe her as well, if you like this one.