Jack was my good friend of many years. He was also married. You could say he was very married in that he extolled his wife’s virtues at every opportunity and was an advocate for marriage in general.

I knew his wife, and she was great. But if I were yammering on about a woman the way he did about Sally, I would hope somebody would tell me to kindly stuff a sock in it.

Jack and I were out at dinner, and I was indulging him as he spoke of his wife — again.

“It’s knowing her so well that makes our relationship better with each passing year,” Jack crowed.

“I think you’ve mentioned that before,” I said wryly.

He shook his head. “I don’t know if you actually understand, Terry. In a good marriage like Sally and I’ve have, you don’t get tired of the other person. I know everything about her, and she about me!” He grinned. “It also happens to make sex amazing.”

I’d heard enough. I pushed away my empty plate and asked, “You think you have to know someone that well for the sex to be amazing?”

“Well, it can be good, but — ”

“But not amazing? That’s a load of shit, Jack.” I signaled to the waiter, and soon we both had big glasses of brandy in front of us. I had a story to tell.

I fixed my friend with a challenging stare.

“OK, Jack, I am going to tell you about someone. I’ve never told this story to anyone else before.”

I set the scene and launched into my tale.

I had been on break during my senior year at college and was taking the train home. Life was fresh and exciting, even though I’d had what I thought of as a lot of worldly experiences.

The train wound through snowy mountains, and the scenery was beautiful. But the lulling motion of train travel soon rocked me to sleep in my seat. I had a general ticket, so I was sitting in those seats that faced each other where people could sit two-by-two.

The train wasn’t crowded, and all the seats had been empty around me when I dozed off. Some indeterminate time later, I drifted back awake.

As I did, I realized I’d been dreaming heavily about a woman from school. I had slept with two of her friends, but she was the one I really wanted. In my dream I’d finally bagged her. We had been rolling around together naked, and I was doing everything I’d ever fantasized about to her — and she was doing it right back to me.

I woke up with a raging hard-on in my jeans.

That was when I saw the woman sitting on the seat opposite me. She was looking right at my crotch, a sexy little smile curling her lips.

I was immediately embarrassed and pulled my coat over my lap. I opened my mouth to say something, but what can you say in a situation like that?

She finally raised her gaze to my face, taking me in for a long moment. Then she slowly lifted her eyebrows, as if in invitation.

I noticed then how gorgeous she was. She sat in a model’s pose on the seat, her tits thrust forward slightly and her chin tilted up a bit. Her face was delicate yet fierce, like she could turn into a jungle cat at a moment’s notice.

I was still trying to figure out if those raised eyebrows really meant anything when she smoothly rose to her feet. She had perfect balance as she walked away. She headed to the nearest restroom, and I started to look away as she paused, hand on the handle, and cast her eyes back at me.

Again, the brows went up. She was clearly offering an invitation!

There were other people in the train car. They may have seen the woman go in. I waited tensely, timing two minutes on my phone. A group of passengers passed through, probably on their way to the observation car. I figured that the boisterous crowd would provide enough cover, and I moved as casually as possible to the restroom door.

Don’t knock! I warned myself just in time. Instead, I turned the handle. If it was locked, I’d misread everything.

It wasn’t locked.

I entered. The space was far roomier than an airplane bathroom. Two people could stand up in there.

But I was the only one standing. The woman was sitting up on the edge of the stainless-steel sink. She’d pulled her skirt up to her hips, and her sheer panties were dangling from her left toes, which bounced playfully up and down.

Her eyes locked with mine as she continued unbuttoning her blouse. She peeled it over her shoulders, exposing her creamy tits and the sweet pink nipples topping them.

My cock was instantly hard again, and I stood there, stunned. At least I’d had the wherewithal to close the door behind me and lock it.

I started to speak again, because now I had to say something. But she lifted a dainty finger to her lips and silently shushed me.

In almost the same motion, she reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me toward her. Our mouths collided, and she speared her tongue between my lips. I ground my face on hers as we Frenched wildly.

Her hands were still busy, now undoing the fly of my jeans. I couldn’t believe how fast our encounter was progressing. There’d been no seduction, no negotiation, nothing beyond her raising her eyebrows at me!

My cock sprang free, and she closed her hand around my shaft, and I gasped. I groped her bare tits, sinking my fingers into her lush mounds. Her nipples had come to life, and I pinched the erect nubs delicately, then not so delicately as she moaned into my mouth.

She was expertly pumping my shaft, and excitement raced through my body. I still felt the sway of the train as it continued to wind through the mountains. Outside our little cubicle, passengers were no doubt watching the scenery, unaware of the two people going at it inside the restroom.

We continued to kiss fiercely, and she pushed my T-shirt up my torso and caressed my bare pecs. I was still tweaking her nips.

Suddenly, I wanted to put my mouth somewhere else, and I went to my knees. The sink was at the perfect height. She spread her luscious thighs wider, pulling her skirt all the way to her waist. I had complete access.

Her hairless slit gleamed with arousal, and I drew in her scent, which sent a shiver through me. She slouched back against the mirror above the sink, pushing her pussy further forward.

I put out my tongue and licked around her damp outer folds. Her taste stung my tongue deliciously, but I knew there were deeper flavors awaiting me.

I lapped her cleft up and down thoroughly before finally delving inside with my tongue tip. I felt her heat, felt her slickness, and her hips jerked at my touch. Her fingers wound into my hair.

As I quested deeper, her full feminine taste hit me. This woman was a total blank to me. But I was turned on as never before in my life. This was like a fantasy turned reality.

I ate her harder, and as I did, her grip tightened in my hair. I didn’t mind that at all; in fact, I started to really like it. My tongue zeroed in on her swollen clit. As I teased and coaxed the lovely nub, she yanked my hair at the roots and humped aggressively against my face.

She made a strangled mewling sound, her naked thighs closing around me. Suddenly, her love liquid was filling my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, feeling a thrill course all through me. She jammed her pussy hard on my mouth as she came.

When I rocked back panting, she grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. The first thing she did was kiss me deeply, sucking on my tongue. Then she licked off all the excess juice on my lips and chin. The next thing she did was take my cock in her hand again. This time she guided it right to her pussy’s slick brim.

My cock was a heat-seeking missile. I slotted myself into her and slowly fed her my shaft. More than one woman at school had said I had a big cock, and as this chick’s eyes widened, I had the feeling she’d agreed.

When I was all the way in, I made sure I had a firm stance. My jeans and briefs were around my ankles. She was poised securely on the sink’s edge. Her fevered eyes bored into mine, and she grinned like a feral she-cat.

It wasn’t a delicate coupling. My cock was desperately hard, and her pussy was streaming, and our time was now. Besides, somebody was bound to knock on the door at any minute wanting to use the facilities.

I stroked hard into her, and she responded to my every thrust. With every gasping breath, she pushed her bare tits out.

I plowed her deep, bottoming out her pussy. My balls simmered, and my flesh crawled with excitement. I felt a circle of sweat pop out on my back between my shoulder blades.

My body moved like an engine. I screwed her like this was the greatest fuck of my life, and some part of me knew that it was just that.

She held on to my shoulders as her head swayed back and forth.

I felt my crisis point approaching; my excitement mounted and mounted. Before long, her lovely face clenched. Her pussy grasped me like a slick fist, and my come began to jet out of me. Each spurt was a new kind of pleasure, and at the same time she came rapturously.

I pulled up my pants, and she rearranged her clothing. She nodded me toward the door and put her finger to her lips when I made to speak. I slipped out. Two minutes later she emerged and went the other way, into another train car.

“I never saw her again,” I said to Jack, who gaped at me across the table. I took a smug swallow of brandy. “And I never knew her name. But I will never forget that lay.”