WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
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I'm "satisfying the military service" - it's a must, compulsory, and, in spite of the very high influence of my parents, I simply don't want to look like a sissy, in front of my friends, family, and, generally, the society...
I'm on a leave, going home, on the train...
It takes only two hours and a half to reach my town.
In spite of the fact that it should be spring time, still, looking outside the window, I can see that it's... snowing!
I really hate it, especially when I have to hold in my hands the automatic weapon while training...
The metal is utterly cold, and... unpleasant to touch...
Anyway, now, with my leave ticket in my pocket, I know that for three days I shall be free to forget about the ordeals of the military service...
I get out from the compartment, light a cigarette, watching the snow flakes...
In spite of the snow, I can feel that the train is running with full speed, ignoring the bad weather...
I hear a door opening, at some compartment, neighboring mine, and instinctively look in that direction - the nice looking coat, covering her boobs, the nice and smooth looking skirt, her blond hair, even the so feminine boots, everything make me looooong for the civilian life, with all it's finesses...
It's almost two months since I haven't touched, not to mention fucked, a woman...
It's true that I have my daily portion of booze, illegally introduced inside the camp, but booze simply cannot compensate the touch of a woman...
Also, I'm cocky enough to do not accept to go near the camp, at a certain place, where, with quite little money, you can do your thing with some, so called, professionals...
The only reason I jump over the fence, from time to time, is to go and buy some booze...
Anyway, the woman has surely sensed a guy ogling at her, so that she turns her eyes towards me.
I almost don't have the time to move my prying eyes from her shapes, towards the window...
To my surprise, I'm blushing...
I've already smoked more than a half of my cigarette, so that I crush the rest of it into the ashtray, and, somewhat in a hurry, I enter back inside my compartment...
Here, the other five people are reading, while two of them are dozing...
After about a half of an hour, I sense some movement in front of the door of the compartment.
I look, and see this woman looking directly towards me.
When she realizes that I see her, she simply makes me a sign with her hand to come out...
I blush again, like a virgin, but have enough balls to raise from the bench and get out of the compartment...
The dialog starts smooth:
"Hi, I'm Michelle, and I'm coming back from Constanta, where my brother is serving in the military"...
I introduce myself, still blushing, while she's giggling:
"God! You, boys! What the heck are they doing to you over there?!? You blush as if you were fifteen! Still, don't worry! I won't tell!"...
She looks directly in my eyes, making me blush even harder...
"Now, will you please be a gentleman and light my cigarette?"
I oblige, with an almost trembling hand...
I also grab my pack of cigarettes and light one...
She looks at my military signs, concluding that there is no way that I could be a comrade of her brother, then, she starts telling me that her brother was engaged, and, how his beloved fiancee has found, after only four months, another guy, and how, since they know each other since they were kids, the lady has asked her to go and give the bad news to her brother, and how he is now trashed...
My only comment is:
"At least, she's been a lady, asking you to come and tell him, instead of sending him a cold, impersonal letter"...
She keeps on asking me about the life inside the unit, the restrictions, the lack of a female touch, making me feel, after some time, that blushing is just a natural state...
I need to admit that I'm really making huge efforts to stop myself from touching her coat, her hair, her face...
I promise myself, as soon as we arrive at Bucharest, to go to a pay phone and make a call, or two, and ask one of my old fuck buddies to come at my place.
I'm sure that this young lady feels how turned on I can be, but this seems to please her, so that she keeps on tormenting my soul...
Her wicked smile makes me feel like jumping...
I simply keep on commanding myself to try and stay cool, but my balls and dick seem to have a certain initiative of their own, ignoring me...
I also sense that Michelle is frantically changing her position, permanently, moving her legs, and, at a certain moment, with all the movement of the air in the train, I do smell a certain perfume, a scent, that, most probably comes from between her legs...
She simply bursts into laughter...
It so happens that I do know that some women, with training or without, can manage to masturbate themselves only by frigging the upper sides of their legs, making their labia and clit have enough stimulation for even orgasming...
I also do feel that the head of my dick is already swimming in precum, but... we are on the train, and, also, we are supposed to be civilized people...
After I don't know how many cigarettes, and almost at Bucharest, Michelle turns to me, puts a hand on my shoulder, and tells me:
"I'm not sure, but I think that I can find a place where nobody will disturb us for an hour, or so"...
Fortunately, this time I don't blush, and, also, I have a quick answer:
"If you agree, we better go at my place, where nobody will disturb us, not only for an hour!"...
She asks me if I have a telephone at home, and if she can make a call or two...
I confirm.
We finally arrive at Bucharest.
She doesn't have any luggages, nor do I, so that we simply take a taxi and go at my place.
On the table, in the kitchen, there are lots of goodies, since my parents know that I'm supposed to arrive much earlier than them.
I ignore the food, but grab the bottle of whiskey, find two glasses, and get into my room.
Nothing is changed.
I start the music, as if I've left yesterday, and pour some whiskey into the glasses...
Now, believe it or not, but the atmosphere of my home makes me, somehow, recompose myself - no more blushing, or insecure feelings...
"Now, Michelle, you probably have heard that the conditions over there aren't ideal, so... what if we first take a shower together?"
She looks at me, smiles:
"Well, if you think you can take it"...
The second after, she simply starts undressing herself.
With my military training, it doesn't take me more than thirty seconds to be completely naked, letting Michelle see a hardened dick, full of precum at it's end...
Into the tub, she makes me sit, then she starts washing my hair - in fact, very short - but the way she massages my scalp makes me feel as if I'm in heaven...
She then continues with my back, this time using a loofah, and my chest...
The water is warm, and, honestly, if it would be only after me, I would stay like this for hours...
She showers me with tons of water, while I stay, letting her do to me whatever she considers...
Gosh! How good it can be!...
After some time, too short from my point of view, she asks me to rise and turn, facing her...
"Now, baby, you must be loaded like a firemen cistern. Let's first solve this problem"...
With no additional comments, she grabs my semi erect dick and starts stroking it.
In a minute, I'm there, letting her know, so that she lets me spray her face, but taking great care to have her mouth and eyes sealed, shut...
All right, so she's not a sucker...
In fact, who cares?!?
I've just released myself after about two months of abstinence...
