Risy Train Hooup.

So this is probably to most irresponsible thing I've done sexually in my life. The gravity of what I did hit me like a ton of bricks the next day and I got checked out. All clear, but what I did was still a mistake.

This was before I met my girlfriend while living in Germany. I was still living in the barracks rather than the small apartment in town. I was still new to how open sexually the women were in Europe when compared to the states. I had spend the night drinking in Frankfurt with some friends, the night started to shift and they wanted to hit up the brothels. I would still rather punch the clown than to pay for sex. And no dating doesn't count as paying for sex.

So I get in the nearly empty train to head back to post. In the car it's just me and these two women about my age as well. One had darker hair and features and dressed almost conservatively. The other dressed in what I could only say was more of like what you would see at a pop punk show all the way down to the pleated skirt and overly tight top. She had chin length blond hair and wore a red hoodie. She also wore glasses like the type you see stereotypical librarians wear. They approach me and chat me up asking for a cigarette. I don't smoke, so I assumed they would walk away. Instead the one with the glasses says to me in nearly perfect English with a French accent, "you're American!"

I nod and immediately start to look around to see if this was a trap and I was about to get jumped. Nope. No one else. She sat by me and started to chat asking me where I was from and my family and ethnic background. Her more conservative friend said something in German and left us alone to talk. I wish I remember their names. The chatty girl was German, but her family had lived in France since she was a child and she was in Germany visiting her cousin, the quiet girl.

She tried to get her cousin to get out and have fun, but she just didn't like anything about bars or clubs. I told her I had been out drinking, but decided to go home early. She told me she though I was cute and whispered to me that she really needed a man tonight, but her cousin kept making it difficult for her to find one. I chuckled. Women get cock blocked too I guess.

She grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom at the end of the car and pushes me in and against the sink kissing me. I was completely taken aback by this, but just went with it anyway. We didn't kiss after that initial contact. She begins by pulling down my pants and sloppily started to jerk me off and put me in her mouth like only to make sure I was hard for her. She stands back up repositioning us so she can sit on the sink counter pulling off her thongs.

My mind was twisting and before I knew it my cock was buried deep in her and she was holding me to her with her legs wrapped around me. It was an uncomfortable fucking, but still great at the same time. She kept looking into my eyes and repeating for me to fuck her harder so I did my best to keep thrusting at this angle before I just couldn't fuck her as deep as I wanted so I pulled her off the sink and laid her onto the toilet bowl seat. She was propping herself up and holding onto the walls as I pounded into her now that I had a good position to do it.

I told her I was getting ready to cum and she began repeating to me for me to cum inside her. Over and over just kept telling me to, "cum" "fill her up". I finally released my lode into her and she gripped me as we both let out this cry of relief. We lay there for what felt like two more stops. I finally pulled out of her, still hard, and she kneeled down to suck the last few drops of cum off my dick and then she stood up thanking me and handed me her thongs to remember her by and walked out into the car to join her cousin.

I pulled my pants up and stepped out of the bathroom. Both of the women were gone and I realized I missed my stop on the last train of the night. I was stuck in Worms. I remembered one of the guys in my unit had a girlfriend that lived in Worms so I did my best to retrace how to get to her apartment from the central church which was the only way I remember. She was not happy to have me knock on her door that late, but let me crash on her loveseat.

The next morning I took the train back to post and went to the aid station to get swabbed. The medic that swabbed me was a good friend of mine to it was kind of awkward, but when it all came back clear I was relieved. However, sometimes I think there might be a dude that looks a little like me somewhere in Europe. Chances aren't likely since birth control was much mire common and nearly standard.

Who knows.