The fast train, which beats 50 km per hour, is a purely Russian invention, as are air conditioners that work only in winter, and in summer they are just suffocated by stuffiness like mere mortals. But our coupe is much more spacious European, unless of course Madame Gritzatsuev of any Moscow region spill breaks you into traveling companions. In addition to my husband and my husband, another passenger was claiming our coupe - a dumb white girl in intelligent glasses, a la "a graduate student with experience." Her voluminous bottom filled a large and better part of the "cabin" on the leeward side, opposite to the train. Embarrassed, smiling and gazing with her short-sighted eyes toward her husband, she groaned over two huge suitcases. Husband, tired of the hustle and bustle of charges, doomedly took up the most weighty and in two tricks sent him to the top luggage rack.

“That's what a strong man means,” the neighbor said coquettishly and busily stuffing a smaller suitcase under the bottom shelf.

With a barely perceptible movement, she unbuttoned the top button on the blouse of those that are sold exclusively complete with blue stockings.

- What a stuffiness, let's go now, even if it blows through a draft, it will be possible to breathe.

And, taking the schedule from the table, began to fan her face. Her fingers were thin, tender, which was a strange and even slightly exciting contrast with her vast body, with a powerful ass, with heavy hips and monumental calves, with a low huge chest, dropping when she sat, almost on the stomach.

We, unable to keep up the conversation, lazily looked out the window ... The train started moving, life-giving fresh air penetrated the window ... It became easier to live right away and we even leaned back on the backpack, which just before leaving the house threw a liter bottle of the Crimean sherry. By the way, they didn’t expect such a storeiness from themselves, acting impulsively and on a whim.

- Maybe make us a company? The husband looked inquiringly at the neighbor and put a clay bottle on the table.

The neighbor coughed delicately, played embarrassedly with a burly shoulder ...

- And let's! I’m really warning you ... She playfully lowered her voice, and so again she characteristicly gazed at her husband - when I drink, I get so lush - and she giggled thinly

“Oh, you're a slut,” I thought to myself, you are becoming wild, you didn’t run into those ”, and I took a sip of tart wine. Essentially, after the conversation, it turned out that her neighbor is Valeria Ivanovna (“for you, of course, simply Lera”), that she is a teacher of piano at a music school in Klin, lives alone, but not boring (this is so hinted) In general, after forty minutes the neighbor was good, although she didn’t show much of a riot, but with an interval of about five minutes she giggled indecently and tried to appeal to her husband in conversation. I was annoyed and amused. Well, the anecdote - a fifty-year-old aunt in a centner weighs in the bride and it is alive with his wife. But all her passes in the direction of her husband Lera did very intelligent and almost childishly naive. She touched him with a thin finger a couple of times, as if by chance, moved her knee under the table, as a result of which she put her foot on her husband's thigh. Well, what a man, it is necessary to appear with him in the society of overripe and overripe beauties and they are ready to unfold in front of him like a fan. But not only they ...

Closer to the night, Lera decided to change her clothes, which, embarrassed, blushing and turning pale, informed us, asking for just a few minutes to retire to the corridor. We left, she snapped the lock and stolen there, like an elephant in a china shop. In the end, her ubiquitous ass hit the gate, which Lera did not notice well. Not with the same intention she did this trick?

- Wow, you look what her hips, no, you look, - the husband already got close, stretching his neck and rounding his eyes. See it was what.

Lera's hips, huge and rich, like two giant buns, walked along an intricate trajectory, vibrating slightly in turns. They were terrible and magnificent at the same time in their wilderness over the edge of abundance, they could get lost, like in the snows of Chukotka, disappear without a trace ... The same fate awaited the traveler, who ventured to explore the chest. Milky snowy, with blue rivers of veins, they hung on a bulging belly, like an udder overflowing with milk of voluptuousness, capable of feeding a whole battalion of sufferers.

- Hmm ... I tried to find words to comment on what I saw, but the words were lost halfway, there would be no more of them than to describe only one of her patella, pink as soft as the skin of a newborn pig. - Beauty is a terrible power ...

“Yes,” my husband echoed to me, and here I saw in his eyes a real admiration breaking through in laughter ... Or lust? Well, can not be that ...

- What would like to settle down between her tender thighs?

He lowered his eyes and said modestly:

- Yes, you know, I would like to ...

- And what, can we spin the young lady on group sex?

- Oh ... he lowered his eyes again and it would have been obvious that if the lady were more cooperative, he would have unwound.

But Lera was not on this part. Her coquetry towards my spouse was obvious, but it was a deeply romantic coquetry despite the experience of the past years of a young lady who believes in the lofty ideals of the classics of the 19th century. What kind of group sex here ... and pity it might turn out to be funny ... I suddenly found myself surprised that I was excited by the idea of ​​seeing my husband, with a moan plunging his dick into the gloomy and probably very hairy bosom of fellow traveler .. I even shuddered with excitement ... And I also wonder what its body feels like? I myself would be curious to try a piece of this flesh.

But the evening ended banal. The light was extinguished, we went to bed. Husband and neighbor at the bottom, I'm on top, in order to look at the lanterns, cradling my insomnia on the road.

Outside the window, half-stations flashed by, southern women, sharp-eyed like jackdaws, were bustling around the aprons, offering passengers samsa and chebureks ... Suddenly, a rustling inside the compartment caught my attention. Some kind of confusion was mixed with her husband's even breathing ... then a light whisper, then a thin creak. I gently moved my head so that I could see what was going on downstairs ... A neighbor sat on the bed, fingering the sheets and carefully looking at her husband, who was scattered from the heat on the narrow shelf. The sheet on it got off, his stomach was visible, and everything below that was conditionally covered with thin meltings that did not mask the contours of his solid instrument, which was slightly erect, as often happens with him in a dream ... Lera touched herself with her hand over her right breast, she tucked her second hand under the blanket, apparently trying to squeeze herself into a diplomatic agreement with a stiff flesh. The flesh did not heed with admonition, and then Lera quietly got up from the shelf, rocking with all her sweet folds.

She looked in my direction and without seeing danger, sat on her knees before her husband. He slept in his sleep as a baby, not knowing that the boundaries of his sovereignty could collapse. Lera looked at her husband with such genuine admiration, her breasts so languidly heaved, huge nipples so tensely strained under a thin sitchik nightie that I couldn’t even get angry at her. So I completely understood her. She stretched her hand to her husband's stomach and seemed to be scared, stopped for a moment ... Then she still dared to touch the dark hollow of the navel with her fingers ... Her husband slept, only slightly moving his lips, but the contours of his penis stood out clearly, the head slightly swelled, as if the member lived his own life and already made a pleasant ritual of closer acquaintance with the beautiful lady from the point of view of the member. It is better for him to know ... Leerina's hand slipped lower, more boldly along the way, her fingers seemed to run along the keys, trying the basses, improvising with top notes .....