NSFW - ADULT CONTENT - PORNOGRAPHY
This woman, Fanny, existed for real in my life (under another name, of course).
Some parts of the story have been altered - but not the sexual ones.
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So, I was in my early twenties, on a short holiday from the unit.
I intend to visit my good old friend John - he should have arrived home by now.
I reach the handle of the phone, dial the number, and... his father answers the phone...
"John won't come home for some time, since he's been that stupid to jump over the fence of the unit and go to see his bloody stupid sweetheart!"...
I thanked for the info, and put the phone back in the cradle...
What John's father doesn't know, yet, is that "the bloody stupid sweetheart" hasn't bled for almost three months by now, and John has all the chances to become the father of an unwanted child, with a pretty unwanted mother...
John is in his graduating year to become a pilot, so now he has to deal with the exams and also with this mess...
Ever since I've laid my eyes on that sweetheart of his, I've told him that he should be attentive - the girl is the usual type of ladies who dream about becoming officer's wives - a house, good money, and a kid would be the perfect reason for her to do not have to work anymore...
Too bad I was right!
I go to the railway station and take the first train towards the town where John's unit is located...
I reach the unit, show the guards my I.D. And the officer in charge tells me that, since I come from another town, he will do me the favor to permit John to come at the gate...
Then, he invites me into a room, with some tables and chairs.
I know it's against the regulations, but I grab some money and ask a soldier to go nearby and bring two bottles of some cold beer...
It's the least I can do for my friend...
So, here comes John, quite upset, unshaven, and... upside down...
We drink our beers, have a small chat, and then we simply rest in an embarrassing silence.
Finally, he stands up, and tells me: "I don't know if it will really happen, but this time I think that I've convinced the slut to have the abortion...
I've talked her into it staying more than three hours on the phone - this is why, afterwards, I've ran at her place, since I needed to give her the money for the abortion"...
I'm amazed: "But why didn't she come here, so that she could take the money without jeopardizing your situation?"
"She said that she will never come again to see me while I am still in this unit - she's ashamed of my colleagues"
The time is running, and I need to go back at the railway station, to take the train back home.
I reach the station, buy the ticket, then go out to light a cigarette.
It's a nice cool autumn day, with the leaves of the trees already red, reflecting in the sunset.
The place looks as if deserted...
I check the wrist watch - five minutes until the arrival of the train...
Behind me, I hear female footsteps approaching.
Instinctively, I turn my head to see a nice tall, slim brunette - I like what I see.
She's dressed with a neat gray deux pieces, and her long hair is held in a pony tail.
She wears a pair of high heeled black shoes and an assorted black purse.
She also has a suitcase.
I turn my head the other way, and see that it's only the two of us, waiting for the train...
I decide to make my move when the train arrives...
So, as we approach the wagon, I ask her to let me help her with her suitcase.
She smiles at me, showing a pair of beautiful green eyes.
We climb inside the wagon, to find out that, in fact, the train looks deserted too.
She checks her ticket and goes towards the compartment.
I help her until there with her luggage, then I check my ticket.
My seat is two compartments nearby.
I smile, and say: "Well, my seat is two compartments away from here - in case you need anything, or get bored, you know where to find me"...
"To be honest, I'm bored already and, to tell you the truth, this train, so empty, gives me the creeps!"
I turn around and switch on the lights.
"Well, better?"
"Yeah, better, but not THAT better!"
"In that case, if you don't mind, I shall take a seat here with you"
I take the seat across her. She sits down and her skirt climbs up a little, giving me a better view of her beautiful legs.
I'm not ogling, but I start telling her that her outfit is surprisingly exquisite and that I haven't seen too many women dressed like that.
She explains that she works in the fashion department of a very well known clothing factory in Bucharest, so that the outfit is her creation, from drawing to sewing.
She starts telling me about her work until we are interrupted by the uniformed guy who asks us for the tickets.
"Are all the wagons this empty?"
"Yes, sir, this time of the year, this train is almost empty"
"Is there a restaurant in the train?"
"No sir, not this time of the year - only during the summer."
"Well, this is it! Thanks!"
Then, he politely salutes us and leaves.
We continue our conversation on the hall, smoking.
She left home when she was only a little over sixteen, starting to work at the factory at Bucharest, while going to school in the evenings.
After finishing an industrial college, with specialized classes for textile and clothing design, she became a designer in the same factory...
Nice and easy, the one hour and a half runs and, through the windows, we begin to see the lights of Bucharest.
I realize it's time for me to make the second move: "Look it's been a real pleasure talking to you, and, if you have nothing against it, we can continue our conversation after we arrive - you can leave your case at the luggage department at the railway station"...
She jumps:
"Oh, no! I cannot do that! I only did it once and, due to I don't know what mistake they've made, I had to look for my luggage for almost a month!"...
I show her my bewilderment and say "Sorry!"
"Don't be! As you probably know, the factory is relatively close to the railway station. I live very close to it, so if we take a taxi I shall leave my luggage at home and then we can continue our trip downtown"
"Good idea!"
We reach in front of her block of flats and she leaves telling me that she won't be later than ten minutes...
The taxi driver, after five minutes or so, tells me that the meter is running and that he hopes that I won't have bad luck.
"How come?" I ask.
"Well, sir, if you don't mind my saying, I cannot even remember how many times I've driven chicks that have let themselves be hooked at the railway station by nice men, just like you, only to make sure that they have a nice free ride at home!"...
Hearing him, I start laughing, since I suddenly remember a buddy of mine to whom has happened just the same thing, with the difference that the chick was living somewhere at the other side of Bucharest...
"OK! No worries! In case she doesn't appear in fifteen minutes, you just take me downtown"...
After exactly nine minutes from the moment she left, the beauty comes back in a hurry and jumps inside the cab. "I hope I'm not late!" She says.
Then, she leans towards me and whispers in my ear: "I've changed my mind - give him your address - maybe we stop somewhere to grab something to eat and to drink"...
"No worries about that - I have food and drinks at home!"...
We enter my apartment laughing, since as soon as we left the taxi, I've told her the story that the cab driver has told me.
"In this case, it's good that I haven't decided to take a very short shower - I would precisely have been late! By the way, do you mind if I take a shower here? Am I being too nosy?"
She looks at me with her green pleading eyes.
"Fanny, my place is your place - go, take a shower, as long as you please!
Meanwhile, I shall prepare a few sandwiches and some drinks"...
"That's very nice of you, but, after you finish with the sandwiches, will you be so kind to come and rub my back? Really! I love having my back rubbed in the shower!"...
She smiles and winks at me...
Gosh! I've met in my life lots of girls, with guts, or shy, but what I enjoy at this one is that she knows how to ask, without being vulgar, or going around the bushes!
I'm in the kitchen and I need to cut some loafs of bread - I grab the knife, but almost cut my finger!
Calm, my friend! Calm!
I left the room toward the kitchen before Fanny started to take off her clothes - I knew that if I would have stayed, she would probably have had to take the shower later - much later!...
So, I (finally!) prepare the sandwiches, take a bottle of Ballantine's from the fridge, unwind the cork, fill a half of a glass and drink it in one gulp! I feel too tense in my expectations...
Right after I do it, I remember that there most probably will be some kissing in the shower and I shall smell of booze! Not good as a first impression to a woman! Not good at all!
Think! Man! Think!
Yesssss!!! I've always been a man with initiative and imagination!...
I grab another glass, fill both halfs with whiskey and add orange juice.
Then, I grab the tray with the sandwiches and take them to my room.
I can hear the shower running, so I rush to the kitchen again, grab the glasses and go towards the bathroom.
Fanny is laid in the tub, facing the door, showing me a nice pair of boobs - I've never been an expert at bra measures, so I shall just tell you that they were firm and really fit for my palms to cup them and caress them - and I assure you that I do have pretty large palms...
