Train from A to C, passing through B
In September, I went to Moscow on business, for quite a long time — three weeks. Almost all the work time I spent in the Internet conversations with Tanya, and in the evening - in SMS exchanges. And by the way, it turns out that almost on the same days, when the time of my trip ends, and Tanya and her daughter are going to visit the home town of Ensk once again. I have an idea - to meet and get home in one train, in one car, in one compartment.

- I do not go to the coupe, DD, I'm sorry, it is too expensive for the money for us.
- I'll pay for your ticket.
- A daughter?
- She too.
- And the fourth passenger?
- I'll buy all 4 tickets. You just tell me when and which train you want to take?
- Why do you need to be in a compartment with me?
- Do not you understand?
- Clear. Therefore, I will not tell you neither the day nor the number of the train. Wirth with you - does not mean that there will be a meeting with you. And you will not be able to buy me, even if you redeem not the coupe, but the entire luxury car.

- I'm not going to buy you. I just want the trip to be in a comfortable environment.
- I am comfortable in the reserved seat. And cheaper, and safer.
- Well, let me change my ticket to a reserved seat, so that you don’t think, I just want to go with you in one compartment for the sake of solitude. What number to take?
- I will not say)))
- cruel boy (((

But ... for how long, briefly - I pull this information out of Tanya. I rent my coupon ticket for a convenient route for me, and take a reserved seat for not so. Very surprised by this, my wife, in fact, my arrival itself is postponed for only half a day, but she knows how I usually carefully approach the selection and docking of transport issues, and I am sure that if this is a business delay, I would prefer to arrive by next train, but this particular route. Passengers and guides turn out to be very surprised when I sat down in Moscow in one car, stubbornly trying to exchange tickets with any passenger of another car of any place, even the upper lateral at the toilet. My “coupe” companions are very surprised - a corner in a second-class carriage, where I still made my way, when 2 hours before arriving at Krupnogorsk I put cold water in one bowl, pour boiling water into another, and shave. And then (of course, not before the eyes of the entire car), I change clothes from home-train to street-clothes. “If he comes down in Krupnogorsk, then why did he shave, could he not be home for 2 hours? And if he goes to Ensk, as he said earlier, then why now changed? ”- and reads in their cautious views.

Tanya asked not to go to the platform, because she could not say for sure if she would be escorted or not. Therefore, with a beating heart, I sit in its place and wait for the passengers to come out and for new ones to enter. And so, she appears in the aisle: a woman who has entrusted so much to me, whom I have entrusted so much with which we have spent the night of virtual sex and intercourse many times, and today we have to spend a real night together. What will it be like this night? Can you help us? Take everything away?

Tanya turned out to be a pretty woman, slightly below average height, rather full-bodied, gray-eyed, with light short hair not reaching to the shoulders, wearing road clothes: jeans, a wide-open jacket, a sweater under her, fitting a huge, at least 6 size chest. Behind her was a little girl with pigtails, clutching a bottle of "Fanta" in her hand.

My mouth stretches to my ears in a welcoming smile, I rise from my seat, but I greet “You”, not forgetting that there may be mourners or acquaintances.
- Hello! Very nice, I am DD.
- Hello! - she throws me carelessly, as if yesterday only saw each other. - Help things to place.

But I have time to see when raising the seat, shoving a trunk there, her interested and appreciating glance.
- No, the package is not put there, there is food. You had dinner ... - and with a second hitch, - or was waiting for us?
“I waited for you,” I answer quietly. “And you bought fruits, as you requested, grapes and peaches.”
- Well done! - Without being careful of ears of the daughter and the fourth passenger, answers Tanya.
“I bought something for you too.” Or rather for you and me.
- Why? - I am surprised, I did not ask anything from her. “But thanks anyway!”
“I'll tell you later,” she smiles for the first time, looking me in the eyes. And as if the sun lit up a close nook of an reserved-class car, I stand with a tender smile in return, mouth to ears, even though wears stitches, and I don’t understand what she says after a while.
- What are you saying? - I ask again.
- I say - sit down, what are you standing? - Tanya sits in her seat, claps her hand next to her. - Do not be shy, make yourself at home, but do not forget that you are visiting ... (he names the name of the then Minister of Railways, I don’t remember, Yakunin was then or whoever).

An elderly passenger is sitting under our nose, sitting across from us next to her daughter, who has been the silent evening of our play for the entire evening.

... The train starts moving, people start their movement down the aisle to the toilet and back, the conductor checks the tickets for new passengers, gives them their laundry, in many compartments and side compartments rustle in bags, unwrap food, start dinner.
- You will not change clothes? - I ask Tanya.
“No,” she replies. - I always go on trains. - And paying attention to my "full dress" look. - And you? What are you, from Moscow itself and went, in a suit and tie?
“I didn’t want to meet you in a shabby way,” I answer honestly.
- I'm in jeans and a sweater and I will sleep. And you?
- I will tell you a fairy tale and will guard your dream.
- It was on the Internet.
- I am on the Internet and in life - the same person. And you?
- And I? - she thinks and glances out of the window, at the woods and fields, pillars and embankments flying past. The train scored high speed, the sound of the wheels is perceived as a solid roar, and as a result, one can not be afraid that the little girl and the elderly man sitting opposite will hear our conversation. - And I don’t even know what I am real, for whom I live and why we started all this?
- Do not worry, Tanya, everything will be fine! - I comfort her, seeing that almost tears came to her eyes, and he himself made efforts not to be moved. And for a few seconds I cover her hand with my palm. Our first physical contact ...

- Where are your fruits? - appeals to me after dinner. - Come on, help them wash.

While Tanya is standing in the cramped toilet, busy with important things - washing the fruit so that they are not in contact with any part of the dirty bathroom, apart from water and her hands, and then she shifts it into a clean plastic bag that I keep at the ready while standing in the doorway In her mind, the difficult question is: is her suggestion to wash the fruit together (after all, it would be more logical to ask her daughter to help) hint at some words tête-à-tête, or even actions, or do not speak about anything intimate?

I decide to try both words and actions!

Taking the left hand with a wet bag aside, I hug her right hand behind my back and say, “Tan, well, I really want to, I'm sorry,” I kiss her on the cheek.

Heart beats as if for the first time in my life the whole girl. Lips feel velvety skin, nose inhales the exciting aroma of a young woman, hand feels the place on the body, where under the sweater are the edges of trousers, but it seems to the excited consciousness that this is the edge of the panties and that now it will turn on the lips, and having forgotten everything, we will fuck in the dirty toilet of second-class car.

Nothing like this! After a second, Tanya pulls away, makes a stern face and says:
- Come away a little!
Puzzled by such an approach to the question (not at all, “get out of my sight”, but “get away a little”), take a step back. Tanya picks up a handful of water and splashes in my face:
- This is so cool! And then so hot, look already boil.
And squeezes past me into the main part of the car, tightly touching my body. On the machine I slap her on the pope, I get her hand and in a brutal whisper: ...

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