Olesya had already traveled by train from Moscow to her hometown for two hours. There was still three days ahead, outside the windows - albeit beautiful, but monotonous landscapes. The neighbors did not look any interesting: an elderly woman was on the side, who deliberately looked out the window, as if avoiding meeting her eyes with her companions, on the lower shelf opposite - a full man of about forty, looking like a bore who likes to speculate about modern manners. An expression of condemnation and indignation hung on his face. He silently read some male detective. The upper shelves were free so far, making the reserved seat look spacious, there was plenty of fresh air, and the next three days were promised to pass quickly and without stress.

Olesya took a couple of books on a trip: one for studies, the other for the soul. But by the evening she did not want to read any of them. As ordered, at the next stop, boxes with various knick-knacks, newspapers and magazines were brought into the car. Olesya randomly pulled out a magazine with gossip. It was dark outside the window, someone had already settled down for the night, someone had lit bedside lamps. Olesya idly flipped through the magazine and thought to go to bed too. A neighbor found a soul mate in a nearby reserved seat and loudly discussed the current government playing cards. The old woman was still looking out the window. Olesya changed into a light long T-shirt, hiding behind her own blanket. She decided to finish reading the last turn and go to bed. At the next turn was an article about rape. After reading only the first couple of paragraphs, Olesya put down her journal and turned off the light. She closed her eyes, still half-sitting on her shelf, and dozed off. She even managed to dream some crazy dream that her neighbor was accused of raping a student, and in court he blamed the current government for what happened. Olesya woke up as the train jerked, stopping in a village.

Soon, in her reserved seat went homely lanky lad. He greeted, introduced himself:
- Good evening! I'm Michael, Misha. Apparently, your new neighbor the next day! I go exactly 24 hours! Sorry to wake up. Want hot cakes? Mom baked me on the road, a whole mountain, I alone can not eat!
Olesya was still half asleep and did not understand what was happening, why he said so much ... But the smell of pies brought her back to reality and she was surprised to agree to try them. In fact, her plans did not include making any acquaintances, but her stomach treacherously rumbled under this magical smell of fresh cakes from the Russian stove. After 15 minutes, they were already chatting with Misha as old friends, at least she already knew about him or almost everything. 18 years old, studying in absentia in the first year of university, going to the regional center to earn some money from his uncle at the company, he is interested in programming. Misha seemed to her a very open and cheerful guy, from him he breathed this rustic simplicity, but at the same time some unbridled energy. He was very different from Olesin's fellow students, and this made her look at him with interest. Soon Misha spread the bed and climbed up on his shelf. His place was over a temporarily absent man.

Olesya also lay down. Under the sound of wheels, she soon fell asleep again. For some reason, she began to dream of Misha, as if they were running along some meadow covered with the sun, laughing, holding hands, and then he suddenly hugs her and kisses her. Olesya woke up. The train was at a station, she had a night lantern in the face from the street. On the next shelf, a man snored, granny also slept, turning away from the wall. Olesya looked up at Misha and saw that he was looking at her and smiling. He began to whisper something to her, but she could not hear, and got out of bed. He began to whisper in her ear that she smiled very sweetly in her sleep and blinked at the lantern.Suddenly he put his hand on her opposite ear and cheek to move her closer to him. Olesya first jerked, but then she realized how pleased she was with this touch, with his hot hand, and with this bold uncompromising attitude.

- Your hair is as soft as our cat's fur Sonya. She is terribly funny, funny stories constantly happen to her!
He even laughed in a whisper.
- Do you want to tell?
Olesya nodded.
- Get out!
Olesya obediently climbed on his shelf.

As soon as her head was on his pillow, he immediately hugged her around the waist, pulling her close and began to tell something funny in a whisper. After a couple of minutes, Olesya whispered: “Stop !! Enough! ”, Clamping his mouth and trying not to laugh out loud. She had already managed to forget that she was on a narrow shelf a meter and a half from the ground, as the train jerked, starting the course. To keep Olesya from falling, Misha held her tightly to him. At this moment, their eyes met. Olesya lowered her eyes to his lips, and the young man brought up by the Internet instantly counted the signal. After a second, they passionately kissed, and after two his hand slipped under her T-shirt. On the one hand, Olesya understood where all this was going, and did not want to be given to the first comer of the village chin. But because of the piquant situation, when anyone could catch them, agitated by the laughter of the mood and Misha's confidence, she was already so excited that she simply could not stop this process.

Meanwhile, Misha had already taken off her T-shirt, leaving him in only her panties, and carefully covered the blanket with him. He began to kiss her neck, sank lower and lower under the covers. Here he already caresses her young elastic breasts, greedily licking her nipples and playing with their tongues, and his fingers are already shifting her panties to the side and gently touching her wet pussy, sliding down and up. “Where did he learn all this in his village?” Olesya managed to think while she was still able to think, but after a few moments she was blown away from the skillful tongue of Misha, who was confidently caressing her crotch. He accelerated and died away, holding her at the peak for a few minutes and not letting her finish. As a result, when he began to rise back to her face with kisses, she herself had already eagerly tore off his pants and sent his dick inside her swollen pussy.

Misha squeezed her mouth and began to deliberately fuck, trying to get into the rhythm of the sound of wheels. Olesya mentally prayed the train to go faster, and soon he really began to accelerate. Together with the train, Misha accelerated. A couple of minutes, Olesya arched from the strongest orgasm and began to frantically bite her lips and squeeze the blanket and sheets in an attempt to not scream and not moan. From the wild ripple inside her pussy, Misha could no longer hold back, and with a noisy exhalation poured into Olesya, digging his fingers into her shoulders. For a few more minutes they could not come to their senses, and simply lay in the same missionary position on each other, and hugged each other tightly, even without pulling out the member.

The first to vote was Misha:
- Fucking ... Fucking ... That was ... fucking !!!
Olesya only smiled, could not stop smiling. At this point, she did not want to think for a second ahead.