Somehow, I came back from a Moscow trip, dreaming of having either a pretty girl without complexes, or normal men with whom I could write a bullet in a compartment companion. But the law of meanness has not been canceled. The first man came in, but with his whole appearance showed that he knows what kind of a lump and in general, as it turned out, he had to go to the nearest stop. And the second fell into an aunt, all hung with bags, bags, and God knows what else. The train slowly began to move.

The aunt began to fuss, shove her luggage along the shelves, get something out, clean up, on top of everything she sighed and lamented that she forgot to buy bread, how now to go, because the road is far? I thought she would be thrown out of the train as Anna Karenina. I had to save the abnormal woman by pulling out a whole loaf from the bag and assuring that there was enough for her share. So, we can say that our road friendship began with a banal piece of bread.

Then there were the usual conversations: who, where, where, where he works, family, children, and so on. Someone sat down on the upper places, then went out, that is, they do not play a real role in the further narrative, so I’ll not draw attention of the readers to them.

Under the sound of wheels and from utter idleness of speech, they pour not in a stream, but in whole flows. Basically, she said, obviously, after mourning for communication. Her children are already adults and live separately with their families. From time to time, she visited them to visit her grandchildren, then the young people ran to her for tea. And the rest of the time Zara (that was the name of my fellow traveler) was alone. I was ashamed to ask what kind of nation it would be, but from a slight accent and a crooked nose it was clear - a southerner.

- Husband? And that the husband ... The husband was, and only I kicked him out, - she sighed at my question. - I was for him, as he said, not a real woman.

Her voice faltered, it was clear that the insult to the spouse is still sitting in the heart. I decided not to stir up this topic if it is unpleasant to her. But to my surprise, she began to tell herself. I had no choice but to listen to it and nod from time to time knowingly. For the whole day of our journey, it seems to me, I learned everything about her: and about the gentle courtship of her ex-husband, about how, at the institute, as a student, he tried her best and, in the end, won. That he was her first and only. And when she realized that her husband had a lover, she did not tell him anything, but she silently endured it. Her feminine essence rebelled only when her husband began to disappear all night long, and returning home, without embarrassment began to compare her with his mistress, in all reproach her, to lecture. Here Zara gave her husband a turn from the gate. However, as I understood, he himself was ready to leave. She did not regret her action, but it seemed to me that in her heart she still felt sorry for her such pure and only love that she had once given him and cherished over all these years.

Listening to all this womanish whining, sometimes I stood on her side, sometimes I understood her peasant, and more often I just listened, giving her an opportunity to speak out.

So, in conversations and readings of literature captured with them, the day passed. Ahead of the night, I will go early in the morning, and after a couple of hours - she is at the last stop.

At about 4 am, the last major stop in front of my station. The third passenger gets off, do not sit down. I see that she also woke up and was not sleeping.
- Do not sleep, Zara?
- Why, woke up from the hustle and bustle and now do not sleep

In the compartment, the twilight and quiet dimensional Chukh-Chukh ... Chukh-Chukh. I look at her profile, and my heart stops. She is like Queen Tamara: clarity of lines, refinement and nobility. From her breathed something magical and sexy. Then, remembering what happened, I still could not understand why the image of Tamara came to me? Probably, childhood memories surfaced somewhere from the cortex of the brain, when my mother gave me a book about her, and I remember, I was delighted with this strong woman.

And here, in a close night compartment, something rolled.I wanted terribly to just touch her, feel her warmly, make sure of the reality of what is happening. I stretch my hand under the table and stroke her hand several times. Her eyelashes shudder, but she doesn’t remove her right away, though she nevertheless cleans and whispers “no need”.

I just lay for a few seconds, trying to calm my imagination and the flesh that had begun to rise. No I can not. She is a mystery, I want to definitely solve it and feel the taste of victory.

Slowly, so as not to frighten a woman, I sit down on my bed, get up, take a step, sit on her bed. I feel how she has strained, her eyes are closed, the edge of the blanket is clamped in her palm. I lay down next to her, myself trembling from the surging excitement. She involuntarily moves, turning around, giving me a seat, thus facing me.

- I only kiss and caress you, do not be afraid, Zara!

Without waiting for her refusal or consent, like an insane whole face, neck, hair. Without opening her eyes, she simply allows herself to be caressed, but I feel her breathing becoming more frequent and her heart pounding. I fall to my lips, shyly begins to answer. I stroke her hair, face, neck, I throw back the blanket with a sheet, I get my hand under the T-shirt. How cramped and uncomfortable on this shelf! The hand slides on the back, stumbles on the clasp of her bra, habitually copes with the task and, having dived under the weakened obstacle, gets to the chest. She is soft and warm, not like the young, but I do not care. Tereblyu nipple, then I take in my mouth and suck with ecstasy, I feel hardening, and my cock hardened for a long time and rushes into battle.

Without taking off my chest, I go down my hand, stroking over the panties. She trembled with all her body and quietly "gasped." Inspired by her reaction, I put my hand in my underpants. The pubis is not shaved, but not overgrown to the limit, but the sponges are large, but inside everything is well moisturized. After playing a little fingers on the lips and on the clitoris, and seeing how Zara swam, I decide to stand up for a few seconds, pull off my shorts and shorts, throw them into my place. I turn to her, pantyhose and a battered T-shirt with a bra, and again go to her, but no longer sideways, but I’m at her. I notice that she is holding with one hand to the sheet knocked to the wall, apparently, by some edge of her consciousness, she is thinking about covering herself. No, I already caught the courage and from me fuck run away! Despite the rumbling of the wheels at the rail junctions, we avoid unnecessary talk. Almost everything passes in silence. Yes, and we did not need words.
I start to fuck her, at first carefully, then speeding up and changing the pace. Zara sometimes gives in with her pelvis, sometimes she lies in prostration, sometimes she hugs my neck and presses me tightly. The pose for me is not very comfortable, because I have to lie a little bit stupidly, my side goes numb, I decide to take a break.

I take out the member, I lay down right at the beginning, on one side, and I caress the swollen clitoris with my hand. There she already has everything wet-premocrine, and the clitoris almost bounces in anticipation of her orgasm. For just a short time, I tease the clitoris, and I feel how she pressed herself against me, putting her lips into my neck to drown out sounds, groans from an orgasm, and my body twitches finely. And these moans sound so touching, almost like crying ...

If we were in the normal conditions of an apartment or hotel, having taken a shower before that, I certainly could not resist and would try to induce her to a blowjob, and then I finished in my mouth. But here I understand that it is completely wild and non-comfy to use oral sex in such conditions. Therefore, a little later, after placing Zara in a cancer posture on the bed, he descended to the floor, and with pleasure I fuck a supple female body, stroking large white buttocks.

Now, when the process started, she no longer seemed to me the mysterious and unapproachable Queen Tamara, but became an ordinary but painfully desirable woman. By the way, her figure could not be called complete (as well as thin), the most usual build, but the priest was impressive. Along the way, I spread my buttocks, touched the hole of the anus, there was no twitching and displeasure, again, if there was any possibility of hygiene, I would try it at the “hell gate”, but ... this is all an alternative fantasy.And so, inflamed with such unexpectedly occurring sex and my thoughts, I did not slow down my orgasm much. Having estimated her age (if her second daughter is already 26, then she ...) and a very low probability of pregnancy, I still pulled out a member and finished on her ass, so white and cool, mmmm ...

Wiping everything with a towel, bent over her, and whispered in his ear:
- Zara, this is amazing! You are a gorgeous woman! Thank you!

She turned over on her back in exhaustion, her eyes glittered in the light of flickering lanterns, and a happy smile wandered on her face. After a while, picking up the words, she whispered:

- Yes ... I myself did not expect that I will succeed. I thought that was no longer a woman.
- Gosha! Is that a man ?! And, you about it ... Since there are no critical days, then no longer a woman? What kind of nonsense?
- It's not just that. I was removed a uterus a year ago.
— ... ?
- You're a man, you do not understand. But do not worry, everything is fine, I say, she did not expect that she was capable of sex, she was capable of orgasm, she was just capable of craving a man. I already began to forget what it is. And here, just some kind of obsession, as if it was not me who was lying and waiting for you to come ... Thank you for having returned to youth for a while!
- Then repeat if possible? I am in your city, and quite often, - and the very imagination itself has drawn delicious pictures, as I print out the “hellgates” to it, and what blowjob it will perform to me ...
- You have my number. Call

By her smile, I realized that the continuation will follow exactly!
- Fine, Zara, call!

P. S. It was on the morning of March 8, 2011.

I have called her several times since, offering to see her. Did not work out. Another grandson was born, and she was very busy, they were at work hot reporting days, some of her relatives came on vacation, and she was bothering around them, then home repairs and craftsmen should not be left unattended, then some kind of funeral. .. Sinful business, I thought it was an excuse, and she no longer wants to meet. And asked directly.

- Zara, tell me straight, if you do not like it, and you no longer want to meet, then I will not bother you again.
- Believe me! I really want to, very worried that such coincidences are every time. If there will be an opportunity, call me, I will try very, very hard for us to meet.

And on February 14 of the following year, after the exchange of congratulations on Valentine's Day, there were such sms.
I: Do you think you need to meet once a year, on big holidays?
She is: Please do not forget me! You made me a woman a second time, and if I'm still welcome for you, then we will definitely meet, my second and last man ...