This is a short story about how I just recently traveled on the St. Petersburg - Moscow train for some work affairs. Well, of course, not just driving, but turned out to be lucky enough to survive a little erotic episode.

For some reason, this time the train was a little delayed and I had to stand for a long time on a chilly apron without a single opportunity to draw on a cigarette - as an evil, the packs were not at hand, and smoking on the platform is still a small risk of running into disassembly with employees controlling the rule of law at the station. The only thing that warmed me was the thought that soon a great weekend, and then also a vacation. Although I’m lying, I’m not the only one: I also enjoyed looking at a terrific brown woman of about forty in an overly short skirt for the time of year and black tights, shining like an Ostankino tower. And, which rarely happens, a woman was beautiful with that very beauty, which is different for everyone, but which seems to tear off your heart and return only when you look at the breathtaking legs. Then peace is lost from another organ.

For a long time I stood dancing, thinking about vacation and admiring a beautiful aunt. But then the train began to approach. Fifth, seventh, and here is my eighth car. The crowd lined up at once, taking it from where it came from. Among them was the woman who drew my attention to herself. It turned out that she was not alone — a man was driving with her — judging by the non-verbal signs of her husband or lover. My hope for an adventure on the road immediately faded away and I dropped my delusional fantasies, calm down in my heart and imagining how good it would be to drink tea from a glass with the famous metal cup holder, read a couple of chapters from a sci-fi book and sleep for fun.

After standing in line, I last got into the car. I barely walked down the aisle - some guys for some reason carried with them several large plasma panels and I almost slammed one of them.

“It's okay,” said the uncle, jokingly, who looked like Mikhail Kokshenov. - Break the plasma - buy two. I see that you are a wealthy person.
- No, really. Then I will smash the two to garlic, I say.
“Then buy four.” Math taught?
I decided not to compete in the wits with this fast-paced guy and went on to my compartment.

There were already people there, of course. And, it seemed to me - obviously there were too many for four compartments of the compartment. On the top lay the same man I saw on the platform next to the beauty, on the other lay a lot of suitcases, and on the first two sat about ten people, including children and yes, there was a real goose. I almost went crazy from this spectacle.

“Why did you take the goose with you,” I said. - He is a migratory bird, can fly on the wings with his fellows in misfortune.
The old woman sitting closest to the entrance to the compartment looked at me and answered toothlessly:
- This is the escort. We will leave now.
- And who is seeing off, goose? - I say.
“No,” answered her grandmother, “as if one of her had a language in this company.” - Accompany Semotka.
“This goose just grandma just bought at the bazaar.” Lucky to the village. - responded Semochka, the same guy hugging a beauty.

When the company dispersed and the train started moving, I finally calmed down and made the bed. I had to go to the wrong place, because I didn’t want to wake up a guy who very quickly moved to the world of dreams on my shelf. A conductor came and poured tea. Except for me and Seeds, nobody was in the compartment. The disappearance of his wife or mistress seemed rather strange to me ... Perhaps she, too, was among the mourners, but left earlier.

We traveled along the Leningrad region, where at night in winter darkness is terrible, despite the snow. As for evil, lights turned off. I was too lazy to find out what was the matter, I threw the book on the unfinished chapter, took off my jeans and went to sleep under a prickly blanket.

It seemed to me that I slept for ages, so many things had a dream. But suddenly I woke up and could not understand myself why all of a sudden - I slept so well. Simeon was snoring hard and I thought that it was he who woke me up, but suddenly I realized that something was shaking my leg. Out of fear, I almost cried out.
“It's me,” came the whisper. Did not recognize? Stop sleeping, wake up. - and I felt like a strange night visitor, - be it a young guy or girl, it is not clear that she takes off my sock.
“We agreed that you would not sleep,” continued the voice, and I understood from the voice and smell of the fume that the drunk woman was talking to me.
In the meantime, I absolutely did not know what to do. To say that the wrong address?

“I'm not Semyon,” I say in a whisper. - He is sleeping on the next shelf.
- Do not lie to me. How much can you fool me, I'm not funny. You're joking with me all the time - the woman suddenly laughed, and I saw her white smile in the dark. Gradually, the sight returned to me and I realized that Semyon had come to visit that amazing forty-year-old lady, at whom I was so shamelessly staring on the platform.

“You never snore like ... like a vibrator,” she said, and laughing came closer to me, putting both hands on my blanket. - Brrrrr, brrrrr, - so vibrator buzzes.
My fear passed and I began to observe with pleasure the actions of Semen's wife, we will call her that. I realized that insolently I use the position. But what to do - I already told her that I am not Semen. Maybe turn on the light? I already thought to turn on the light, when suddenly she began to stroke my thighs.

- We will go to Spain in March? She whispered. “You know how beautiful it is.” And take little Kirill. A basket, a picture, a piece of cardboard, and a little dog. Look at the houses that Gaudi built, you know such unusual twigs ... I can’t pronounce ... twist ... Vitya is wadded there. I am already drunk, Semochka.
I was silent. Meanwhile, Semyon’s wife lifted the blanket and touched it with my bare leg.
“Mmmm, what a shin you have.” - Are we going to Spain?
I was silent. She suddenly became painfully pinching my thigh, scratching with long nails.
- Se-me, Se-me. Do not sleep. I like the bell that wakes you up. Hear - see. Se-men. Get up
- Yes, stop it. - I say. - I'm really not Semen, I'm sorry. You shelf wrong.

At that moment she smiled so charmingly, rolling her eyes and showing her, slightly larger than usual size, upper teeth, that my condition, characterized as complete readiness, had passed into the state of attack. I already began to feel the urge to go down and fuck her hard and instructive.

- Semeeeen! She suddenly said too loudly. And I felt that I began to worry that she would wake the real owner of the name. By the way, my name is Dima. - Semeyen, and what is it? - I felt a hand under the sheet quickly climbed into my family, grabbing the balls and dick at the same time. “You know, when I met you in the laboratory at the university, I didn’t think that you even have ...” she squeezed my scrotum a little harder, and in a hoarse whisper, she drew it in a lengthy way, “I’m not sure.” Are we going to Spain?
I seemed to swallow the tongue. Surprise out of breath.
- I want to ride a gondola. Or is this where ... in Venice, is it Italy?
- This is in the north of Italy, - I say, and in my penis it is very nice from its grip.
- What are you uumy. And if you're so smart, then why, I ask you, we are still not on the gondolas with you. You promised, said Natasha, we will go to Spain, - and I already took the visa for myself. And I also want on a yacht ... I always dreamed on a yacht. - all this she said, squeezing my dick and occasionally falling from a whisper to a rather loud voice.

- I was very drunk, but you do not pay attention ... do you want to kiss my chest? Come on come down to me. - while her hand began slowly nadrachivat my standing penis.
- Let's go down or I will not masturbate you. She said, laughing. Suddenly the train swung sharply, ...