The Night Train

God, what a long day. I’ve had 4 hours of traveling already today… and now my train is late. And I left my book at my last hotel.

Great.

Ugh. I just need to get on this train, find a nice, dark compartment, and sleep.

By the time I wake up, I’ll be in Florence, feeling refreshed and ready for the meeting.

Finally, it’s here! Let’s see if I can find a nice place for myself…

Oh yes. This one looks good… nice and dark, curtains already drawn… Just what I—

“Oh, hello! Sorry, there’s—I’m already here.”

“This seat is taken.”

“Oh, sorry. So sorry. I didn’t see you there. ”

“It’s fine. What’s a little personal space violation between strangers? It’s really dark in these compartments with the curtains drawn. There’s some space directly across from me… ”

I sit down on the bench across from you and strip off my coat. I set my bags under the seat and try to make myself comfortable…

Why did I have to bring so much stuff with me? This is ridiculous. And this suit is so uncomfortable for long journeys, I should have worn something else.

I look up to see you watching me… and I didn’t realize until now just how attractive you are.

Long, dark hair… you’re propped up on a battered old suitcase. It seems like the only thing you have with you, minus a small purse that’s tucked under your seat.

Your outfit is a little “out there” for me… but it certainly suits you.

I have no idea how I missed you with that bright red skirt, even in this dark compartment. And that playful smile you still have on your lips as you put your headphones back on.

I notice I’m staring in your direction, and although you’re smiling politely back at me, I try to look away. I busy myself by parting the drapes slightly, and looking out at the passing landscape. Fields stretch as far as I can see and there’s something really relaxing about it.

“Hey… do you want to share a glass of champagne with me? It’s quite a long ride… and well, a lady isn’t supposed to drink alone… or something? I think that’s a rule… somewhere. ”

“Um, yes. Of course. I’d love to. ”

You smile and hand me a glass. Your eyes glance up at me as you pour some into my cup, and I now notice how deep and dark they are. Probably the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re captivating.

“So… are you going to Rome, too? That’s where I’m heading”

“I’m getting off in Florence. I’m there for work. I have a meeting there tomorrow morning. And you?”

“I don’t really know, yet. I just had a feeling the other day… that Rome is where I need to be right now. I just… I think something is waiting for me there. You know what I mean?”

“Um… no, not really. So… just like that, you decided to go? Are you on vacation right now? ”

“No, I’m a writer. I can work from anywhere. And I listen to my intuition. When it tells me to go somewhere… I go. And it hasn’t let me down so far.”

Wow. That just seems so… strange. I couldn’t imagine… to just pick up and go somewhere… because of a feeling. No planning, just doing.

Before I can think of something to say, you refill my glass.

“Cheers!”

“Uh, yes. Cheers.”

Although I’m not usually able to connect so well with strangers, and I started this journey feeling exhausted and frustrated… there’s something about you that intrigues me.

Before I know it, an hour has passed and we are still deep in conversation…

“… and then I had to take off my jacket, I literally had to rip it off. Otherwise the subway would have swept me away. I’m telling you, it was the scariest thirty seconds of my life. ”

“Oh my god, I bet! That’s terrifying. But also really funny to imagine. ”

“And um… are you married? Or in a relationship?”

“No, divorced. For about a year now. And you?”

“Single. For quite some time, to be honest. I have a pretty busy schedule… and I’d describe myself as a bit of an introvert. I’m not very good at this kind of thing… ”

“Well, maybe our meeting is no coincidence. Maybe you just needed someone who is good at it… to lead the way.”

The way you’re looking at me… leaning in toward me across the aisle… There’s definitely tension between us. I like you… and even though this isn’t typical for me at all… meeting a stranger on the train and having some kind of… I don’t even know what this could turn into…

There’s something romantic about it, I think. I’ve never really experienced this feeling before… this immediate familiarity with someone I just met. This strong attraction…

You lean forward a little in your seat so we’re close now, our hands practically touching… you’re looking into my eyes with such excitement…

I know if I don’t do something now, I’ll regret it.

“You are really beautiful…”

“Do you want to get a little closer? You can sit with me…”

My legs feel a little shaky as I get up and join you on your side of the compartment. Our thighs brush together as you lean in to pour me another glass.

The bottle, which was full when we started, is now empty. I can feel my cheeks are flushed, and yours are too.

You clink your glass against mine and my heart is racing already. My glass slips out of my hand and shatters into pieces on the floor.

“Oh, shit. Sorry. I have no idea how that happened. Let me… I’ll clean it up.”

“It’s fine. We’re all a little clumsy sometimes. Here, let me help you.”

“Make sure you don’t cut yourself on the broken glass”

“Yes… I’ll be careful.”

We carefully pick up the broken glass from the floor. When I think we’ve got most of it, I notice a large piece under the bench. We both reach for it, and my hand rests on top of yours…

“Oh… um…”

Our hands are still touching… I look deep into your eyes and hold your hand tight. You give it a gentle squeeze as you lean in to kiss me.

Your lips are so soft. You push your tongue into my mouth gently, and my whole body starts to tingle. Even this, just this, is turning me on so much.

You pull away and straighten up, taking your seat again. I do the same. My head is spinning and I don’t want to stop touching you, tasting you…

You look up and smile at me.

I can’t resist, even if I wanted to. I cup your face in my hands and kiss you again… more passionately this time… more urgently… I’ve never felt this deep desire before, this absolute longing for someone… someone I hardly know…

My cock is aching for you as we kiss, as my hand rests on your thigh… You lay your palm on my lap and slowly begin to massage me through my trousers…

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

You pull away from me, looking into my eyes as you slowly undo the zip of my trousers and pull out my hard cock.

Oh god…

I pull you into me again, letting my hands roam around your body. Touching your thighs, your hips, grazing across your stomach under your top. Then moving up towards your breasts…

You smile and open your legs a little wider… enough for me to see you’re not wearing anything under that skirt…

You take my hand and guide it between your legs…

“Mmmmh…”

I kiss you deeper as my fingers begin to tease you, rubbing your clit gently… Dragging your wetness down… and back up… Again, teasing your clit as you lean into me more…

“Yes...”

You tease my cock at the same pace, both of us rocking into each other, desperate for more…

You’re so wet already, it’s so easy for me to push my fingers deep inside you… You start to jerk me off faster as I push in and out of you, over and over again…

I start to fuck you a little harder, pushing two fingers deep inside you, again and again. I love the way you sound, the way you’re moving, desperate for more, desperate for me to keep going…

You push yourself against the back of the seat, spreading your legs more as I keep teasing you…

“We’d better stop…”

“Mmmhhh… why?”

“I want you. I want you so badly… but we can’t… not here…”

“Who says we can’t?”

“What if we get caught?”

“We’ll be quiet. Or not… and in that case… We’ll give them a good show.”

You stand and pull your skirt up. You kneel on the seat with your back facing me, arching your back so your ass is at the perfect height…

You grin at me over your shoulder. The look you’re giving me is the most inviting, sensual thing I’ve ever seen…

“Come on… let’s do it. Don’t you want me? ”

I hesitate for a moment, then stand up and step behind you. Yes, I do want you. I want you more than I can remember ever wanting anyone else.

The height of the seat is made for our little adventure. Standing up, I’m pretty much the perfect height…

I pull my pants down, my hard cock twitching a little as I position myself behind you… I slowly push inside you…

“Oh yes...”

I push into you deeper and deeper, slowly, enjoying the feeling. You bite into the seat cushion a little as I thrust all the way inside…

“Oh yes… that feels good… don’t stop…”

I thrust into you harder now, and you brace yourself against the seat, pushing back against me. Eager and desperate…

God, this is so fucking hot. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t stop to think about it, I just need more. I need you. I don’t care if anyone comes in, or if anyone hears us…

“Oh yes. More… don’t stop. Yes, yes…”

It’s so hard to be quiet, even for me. I want to moan and growl, fuck you as hard as I can, make you mine, just for the moment, just for right now…

“Oh god. I’m going to… I’m going to cum…”

“Yes… say that again. Tell me… yeah, more…”

“I’m going to cum. Shit… you’re going to make me cum. Yes, yes!”

“Oh yeah… I… I… Oh god! Yes, don’t stop!”

I can feel you tensing around me, god it feels so incredible…

“Yes. Yes, cum for me. Cum all over my cock. Just like that, just like that.”

I press your head gently against the seat cushion to muffle your moans as you cum. Your fingers are clenched around the seat and I can feel you rocking into me still, desperate for me to finish…

Fuck yes…

“Cum for me. You can cum. You can cum inside me. Do it… please… cum for me…”

“Oh god… this is killing me… I… I can’t take anymore…”

I feel the most incredible release as I cum deep inside you, and when I finally pull out of you, a little drips onto the seat.

You smile at me as we both arrange ourselves, pulling on clothes and settling back down onto the bench. You lean into me and your lips gently touch mine…

“Hm, I knew this wasn’t a coincidence.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences either…”

We’re both exhausted and satisfied. I let myself sink into the soft bench, with my arm stretched around you and your head on my shoulder… and like that, we both seem to drift off…

“Florence is the next stop… Florence is the next stop. Anyone stepping off the train in Florence, please get your bags ready…”

Oh no… Florence already?

You’re still asleep next to me. I wish I had more time. I don’t want this to be goodbye… But I’m in a hurry… I don’t want to wake you.

I quietly pack my things and leave the compartment. Before I shut the door, I glance down at you once more. Trying to memorize every inch of you, your face, your body…

As I step out into the city street, I’m still thinking about you.

I know nothing about you. No address, no last name. For a moment, my heart sinks.

But I remember last night, you spoke of memories, and how each one is like its own little story. Maybe this is all our story contains… one incredible evening spent together on the night train.