Traveling first class on a European train is wonderful and lavish.

I attended an international conference in Budapest, and took a few days off afterward to travel to Paris by train. It was a half-day/half-night affair in more than one way.

During the first leg, to Vienna, alone in the compartment, I stretched out luxuriously and enjoyed the beautiful scenery moving by, with awesome mountain ranges, green pastures, rivers, picturesque villages. In Vienna a young man in a business suit joined me. At first I was sorry to lose my privacy, but soon Evan and I started a conversation and exchanged our experiences in different countries.

We had dinner together in the diner, where the conversation became more personal and intimate. I found out he was married with two children, just like me. We commiserated with each other about the difficulties of being apart from one’s partner for any length of time. I did not tell him that my husband and I have an open marriage, and share our bedroom activities with various single men and women for threesomes as well as spouse-swapping.

Back in our compartment I began to feel drowsy. It was dark outside. I pulled down the corridor curtains, took my shoes off, leaned back, placed my feet on the opposite seat next to Evan, and fell asleep. A pleasant sensation woke me up. I felt Evan’s hands giving me a gentle foot massage. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed his exquisite touch. Then, peeking between my eyelashes, I realized that I had slid farther down the seat while my short skirt had slid way up my thighs, exposing my garter belt and bare thighs above the stockings. My first impulse was to sit up and straighten out, but then an exhibitionist whim made me change my mind.

I sighed, shifted position slightly, and let my legs fall apart enough to give Evan a good view of my lace panties. I was aroused now, and felt a pleasant mushiness penetrating the lower part of my body. Evan’s hands moved to my ankles and calves. Oh, he did it much too slowly. When he finally reached my knees I felt the tingle in my pussy that precedes the emission of moisture. After what seemed like an eternity, his fingers reached the top of my stockings and touched my bare skin. By now I was delirious with desire, and moisture seeped through my panties. I half-opened my eyes and observed Evan’s gaze fastened on my crotch. When our eyes met he hesitated. “Oh, please, continue,” I whispered.

The train slowed and came to a stop in Strasbourg. There were footsteps in the corridor. I straightened up. The doors opened and closed again. We were still alone. The train moved on, and we resumed our position. I lifted one leg and placed it gently between Evan’s legs. I immediately felt his huge erection. By now he had reached my sex. Slowly he rubbed up and down over my soaked panties. My swollen cunt lips pushed the fabric into two ridges. I almost swooned with lust, and pushed my pelvis toward his hand. Finally he reached up with both hands and stripped my undies off.

I spread my legs wide open. He took the invitation, kneeled down, and lapped up my juices. In broad strokes his tongue moved up and down, and each time he reached my clitoris I let out a yelp of delight. Finally he slipped a finger deep into me and tongue-brushed my love button until my entire body started shaking uncontrollably. A massive orgasm sent me into seventh heaven.

When I got hold of my senses I wanted to return the favor. His cock was already free, and I marveled at its size and beauty. It was so hard and yet so tender to the touch. Clear lubricant oozed out and ran down the sides. I closed both hands around the shaft and slid them slowly up and down. Oh, how sensuous it was to feel the veins, and especially the firm ridge, glide through my hands. I reached one hand down to his balls and with the other grasped the base of the pole. I leaned over and took the top half of his penis into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. He could hold back no longer. As he erupted in powerful spurts, I swallowed all of his come.

I was again wild with desire. I pushed the seat cushions forward to form a large surface and lay down on my side, skirt hiked way up, my ass pointing toward Evan. He understood, joined me in spoon fashion, and penetrated my super-wet pussy with his marvelous tool. In this fashion we enjoyed a slow but high-intensity fuck all the way to Paris. Small orgasmic waves hit me every so often. Finally the train slowed. I reached back, moistened a finger, and inserted it in Evan’s anus. With powerful thrusts he hit the innermost reaches of my love tunnel, and for the first time I went over the top as he groaned his pleasurable release.

This time we straightened up for good. He leaned over and kissed me tenderly. We parted at the platform, where he was met by his wife. I am still sorry we didn’t exchange addresses, for I am sure his travels occasionally take him to California.