Sleeper Train to Helsini

*For Micaela, my horny, sexy, Finnish friend ;)*

Micaela watched as her train pulled into the station. The cold rush of air as it swept by made her shiver. Despite wearing layer upon layer of winter clothes, the ice cold air pierced her body. She rubbed her hands together to try and warm them up, her whole body shaking. She was anxious to escape the cold Finnish winter's night and climb onboard the warm, heated train.

As the train came to a stop, Micaela grabbed her trolley bag and walked along the platform until she found her carriage. She opened the door and struggled as she hauled her bag up the step and into the carriage. The warmth of the train carriage came as an instant relief to her. She slowly made her way down the narrow corridor, pulling her bag behind her, trying to make as little noise as possible in case anyone was already asleep. She found her cabin and stepped inside, eagerly anticipating warm blankets and some much needed sleep.

The sleeper cabin was small and basic, but it would be more than adequate for the 11 hour long overnight journey back home to Helsinki. There were two bunks made up with white linen. The lower bunk could be converted back to a seating coach if needed. There was also a very small bathroom to the left of the cabin, which just about had room for a shower. A breakfast menu card and amenities kit was centred on the lower bunk. Micaela slid her trolley under the bed and quickly filled out the breakfast card and quickly sifted through the amenities kit. It contained an eye mask, ear plugs and a small toothbrush with an even smaller tube of toothpaste. Micaela went into the bathroom to brush her teeth before changing into her night clothes. She put on some pink pyjama bottoms and a black vest that only went down to just below her breasts. She was too tired to tidy up her clothes so she just left them discarded on the floor. It's not like anyone was going to complain anyway. She'd paid extra to book solo occupancy for the cabin. An added benefit of this was that she could choose either bunk to sleep in. Naturally she listened to her inner child and climbed up the ladder and carefully into the top bunk, just as the the train started to set off into the night. Micaela reached for the light switch and tucked herself in. She instantly fell into a sleep. The sleep, however, did not last for long...

Glen was not having a good day. His flight had been cancelled due to bad weather so he'd had to book onto a sleeper train last minute. He loved travelling, especially by train, but the stress and confusion of rescheduling the itinerary of his entire trip because of the cancelled flight had left him angry and exhausted.

He leapt onto the train as soon as it came to a stop at the platform. He shuffled his way through the tight corridor, cursing and muttering under his breath as his heavy backpack kept snagging against the walls. As if his day couldn't get any worse, Glen was met with a nasty surprise as he found his assigned cabin and turned on the lights. He was met with startled gasps and yells which quickly turned into angry shouts and remarks. "Perkele" and other wonderfully Finnish insults were uttered towards him as he stood in the doorway completely bewildered.

Glen looked at the number on the door and then glanced down at his ticket. He was in the correct cabin right enough. So what were these people doing in it, taking up both the beds? Not being able to speak any Finnish, Glen nervously told the occupants that they were in his cabin. This was greeted by yet more shouting. The conductor heard the commotion and made his way to the cabin, where a shell-shocked Glen tried to explain to him that these people were in the wrong cabin. The conductor checked Glen's ticket before speaking in Finnish to the angry occupants. They produced their tickets to the conductor who instantly had a puzzled look on his face. He seemed to apologise before walking out and closing the door, before turning to Glen in the corridor.

"I'm really sorry sir but it seems that there has been a mix up and we have overbooked this train."

"Well that's your problem, not mine. What am I meant to do now?" Glen asked frustratedly, nodding towards the window and the passing lights outside. "The train's already left, I'm not sleeping on the floor all the way to Helsinki!"

The conductor walked to the end of the corridor and quickly came back bearing a clipboard. "Sir, there is only one cabin with room on the whole train and the person booked it for solo occupancy. We can knock on the door and ask them if they'd be ok with you sleeping in the extra bunk for the night, but if they decline there's not much I can do..."

Glen sighed. He had no choice but to try and convince this person to let him have their spare bunk. It was between that or 11 hours of lying on the floor. He followed the conductor down the train, several carriages down. The conductor stopped and nervously knocked on one of the doors...

Micaela stirred when she heard the sound of knocking. She quickly laid her head back into her pillow and tried to sleep again, dismissing it as just the noise of the train on the tracks. Again, she heard the sound of knocking. This was shortly followed by a man's voice. "Excuse me this. This is the conductor. I'm sorry for the disturbance but may I speak with you please?"

Micaela groaned. What on earth could this be about? Was she in trouble for something? Had she accidentally gone into the wrong cabin? Was there a problem with the train? She sat up and quickly moved to climbed down the ladder from her bunk. "I'm just coming, please give me a moment!" she said in a confused and slightly panicky tone. Micaela didn't want to open the door until she could cover herself up a bit better. She found her sweater and quickly wrapped it around her and buttoned it up. Whilst this covered up her stomach, the shape of her generous breasts were still fairly obvious beneath the material of the sweater. Micaela quickly tried to flatten her hair before nervously breathing in and opening the door slowly.

There stood the conductor with a clipboard in his hand. Micaela looked up at him nervously, barely taking notice of the other man to his right. "Yes, how can I help you?" asked Micaela, trying to look as innocent as she could.

The conductor chose his words careful and looked rather embarrassed as he explained the situation to Micaela. "I'm really sorry to intrude on you like this but there's a mix up with our booking system. This poor man has nowhere to sleep. I know you paid for solo occupancy but your spare bed is the only one available on the train. Would you consider giving up your spare bed? I want to make it absolutely clear to you though, there is no obligation for you to say yes."

Micaela's first reaction was one of anger. This was why she had been woken up? Because someone else wanted her spare bed? When she'd paid extra for solo occupancy of the cabin? Why on earth would she let a stranger she'd never met before sleep in the same cabin as her? Much less a man! Micaela was about to flat out deny the conductor's plea and slam the door in his face when she looked over to his right and saw the man that she could be sharing with. Her heart fluttered. He was short for a man, but nonetheless comfortably taller than her. He had short, dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes that she couldn't take her eyes off. He was perhaps slightly overweight, but not in a chubby way. He was dressed all in black. A black winter jacket, black trousers, black hiking boots and a black backpack hanging over one of his shoulders. Despite this, he looked unbelievably inviting, at least to Micaela's mind.

Glen watched nervously as he saw the girl look him up and down. Yes, he was nervous about making her feel uncomfortable, about not having anywhere to sleep and about being rejected. But he also felt a nervous excitement whilst looking at her. She was undeniably pretty. She was short and plump, but in a perfect way. Her face instantly drew your attention. Big, beautiful blue/grey eyes the stared at him and touched his soul. Medium length black hair hung down the sides of her face. She also happened to have a body to die for. Perfectly proportioned thighs and nice, plump, generous breasts. Glen was completely awestruck. Before long he found himself gawking at her and quickly shook the look off his face before extending his hand out to her. "Hi, my name's Glen" he said very matter of factly. "Listen, I don't want to pressure you or make you feel uncomfortable in any way shape or form. If you don't want to give me your spare bunk that's fine, I completely understand, and I'd probably do the same in your position. I won't judge you!"

Micaela's head was full of conflicting emotions. As curious as she was, and as transfixed as she was by the sight of this man, she still had to remember that she was young and small, and possibly - no, definitely - naïve. She had long fantasised and loved the idea of forced proximity. It was a scenario she often played in her mind. But would she be up for it in the real world? With a complete stranger no less? Her curiosity won and without even realising she shook Glen's hand and introduced herself to him, struggling to maintain eye contact and trying - and failing - to hide the mischievous smirk on her face. "I'm Micaela" she said. "I'd feel terrible if you had to sleep on the floor of the corridor because of me. You can have the spare bunk. It is only one night after all..."

"Thank you!" exclaimed Glen. "I really appreciate it, I've had one heck of a day..." Micaela made gestured for him to enter. Glen made his way into the cabin and dumped his backpack on the lower bunk. Micaela gave a reassuring nod to the relieved looking conductor before wishing him good night and shutting the door. She was now sharing her cabin with a complete stranger.

Micaela's heart pounded. She couldn't believe what she'd just done. She'd just allowed a complete and total stranger to share a cabin with her. She had acted out of impulse rather than rational thought. She had to tell herself everything would be alright. Surely the conductor would make sure to check up on her in the morning. If this man tried anything he'd have nowhere to go. She felt reassured by this. After a moment or two she calmed down enough to climb back into her bunk and position her pillow as a back rest against the wall. Meanwhile Glen started unpacking his bag on the bunk below.

Slowly, excited and naughty thoughts entered her mind again. Micaela was very inexperienced when it came to sex and relationships. The thought of a young man not much older than her being so close excited her. Micaela had always been very dirty minded. She always made sure she had a "giggle" a day as she called it. Usually this took place in the shower with the help of a couple of toys. Before she knew it, she was thinking bad thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Thoughts about her doing things with this - this "Glen." The idea of forced proximity - people being forced to sleep near each other - had long been a fantasy for her. Soon her heart was pounding again for an entirely different reason. She knew she had to behave herself though. As far as she was concerned, Glen might have a girlfriend already. She still knew nothing about him. How would he take it if she suddenly made teasing remarks and advances immediately after meeting? And although her excitement was making it wear off fast, there was still an underlying apprehension towards this situation. She quickly realised the best thing to do to ease her nerves and to answer some of her questions was to talk to him. There was far too much going on in her mind to sleep now.

Micaela eventually plucked up the courage to say something. "So Glen, where are you from?" Micaela hated small talk, but knew she had to start simple to build things up in order to get the answers she wanted.

"Scotland" replied Glen from below. "And you Micaela?"

Scotland? Now that was an exotic one thought Micaela. Despite being Scottish, Glen had an English accent, and Micaela was worried he might be English. She wasn't a judgemental person, but that said she had a dislike for England and the USA. She was both glad and relieved with the answer. "I'm from Finland. Just outside Helsinki actually. I was just up here in Rovaniemi visiting family by myself for the last week. What brings you to this part of Finland?"

"Well I'm just here on holiday by myself. Seeing a bit of Northern Europe. I've done Norway and Sweden, and after this I'm going to travel home via the Baltic countries. Ticking some countries off the list you know." Glen always got carried away with answering questions. He was useless at starting conversations and hated small talk even more than Micaela. He'd always been an introvert and was never the most sociable person. He always made his answers too long in an attempt to come across as engaging and interesting. He really did either speak far too much or far too little, with nothing inbetween. Glen continued "I was in Rovaniemi for a couple of days. Took a day trip up to the Arctic Circle. Got really good weather for it. Although to be fair, coming from Scotland it doesn't take much sunshine to impress me, haha!" Glen was relieved to hear a small and genuine laugh from Micaela above him. "I was meant to fly back to Helsinki today but the flight got cancelled. Had to book onto this train last minute. Clearly they messed it up though because my cabin was taken when I got there. Thank you again for letting me sleep in here!"

Micaela listened with interest. She loved the sound of his voice. It was like medicine to her. Her heart was fluttering with every word he said. She also loved his name. "Glen" just flowed so nicely off her tongue. She was grateful he gave such a long answer. More to listen to, more to find out and she didn't have to press him for info. "Honestly Glen it's the least I could do. It's super sucky that they messed up your booking."

"Listen Micaela, if there's anything I do that makes you feel uncomfortable, just say. I want you to feel safe first and foremost. I know this isn't an ideal situation..."

With that Micaela's mind was fully at ease. Her apprehension had gone and she was both relieved and excited. "Glen, seriously! That's so sweet! I'll let you know if there's anything that makes me feel uncomfortable but honestly there's something about you that puts me at ease. You have, like, a soothing voice, and a really kind face!" Micaela winced slightly as she said the last sentence. She'd said a bit more than she really want too. She didn't want to come across as hitting on him already!

Glen blushed at her comments. He was relieved that she seemed to be comfortable with him being there. He continued making conversation with her. Her sitting up on her bunk and him lying back on his, arms folded under his head. The pair continued to make conversation for what must have been an hour. They were uninterrupted save for the odd clickity clack of the train as it rolled through the Finnish Wilderness. They lost all track of time as they learned more about each other. Micaela was 18, with her birthday next month. She wanted to go to Med school and become a surgeon. She had her whole life planned out. She wanted two children and a house somewhere beautiful with a rocking chair she could relax on. Glen was 21 and at a crossroads in his life, unsure of where to go next. It was a touchy subject for him that he skirted around, but Micaela didn't mind. She wanted him to be comfortable too. They were at complete ease with each other by now and starting to enjoy each other's company. There was definitely a connection between the two of them. They both made each other feel fully at ease. More than that, Glen and Micaela made each other feel electric inside. There was a spark there already, and a happy explosion waiting to happen...

Micaela could feel herself growing in confidence. There were things she wanted to ask Glen badly. Eventually she found herself the courage to ask Glen about his relationship status. Glen blushed when she asked him this. "Still single sadly" he said quickly, trying to hide his obvious insecurity on the matter. He returned the question to Micaela who smirked and blushed as she admitted she was also single and fairly inexperienced. Glen marvelled at her face as she blushed and smirked. She was incredibly adorable. She had the biggest smile and it just lit up her face. Glen wondered how a girl as beautiful as Micaela could possibly still be single.

Micaela clearly noticed the lustful look on Glen's face and she grew bolder still with her questions. She grinned like the Cheshire Cat as she looked Glen straight in the eye and said "what's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?"

Glen laughed nervously at the question. He was completely taken aback. "Seriously?" he asked quizzingly? Micaela's face showed no signs of backing down. "Well, honestly, not far. The best I ever got was a hand job from my one and only girlfriend to date." Glen felt embarrassed admitting this. But Micaela was clearly satisfied with the answer. He looked down and tried to avoid eye contact with her.

Micaela saw his discomfort and felt slightly bad. She thought it only fair she admit to him that the furthest she'd ever gone with a guy was some gentle kissing. Upon hearing Micaela admit she was as inexperienced as he was, Glen's face instantly brightened up and his heart fluttered. There was definitely a connection between them and the fact they were both equally inexperienced and sharing a cabin together ensured there was an excited feeling in the air. Glen shook his head with a smirk as naughty thoughts entered his head. Micaela smiled at this, bad thoughts of her own playing on her mind.

The two continued chatting away for a while before Glen yawned and said it might be time for bed. Glen got his night clothes out of his bag and began to get changed. Slightly unusually for a man of his age, Glen preferred to wear pyjamas to bed. He took his top layers off and stood topless whilst looking into a mirror on the cabin wall. Micaela couldn't help but glance down at him. Glen wasn't exactly a spring chicken, but Micaela liked the almost "dad bod" build he had. She eyed him up and licked her lips. Glen just about managed to keep a straight face as he noticed her peeking at him in the mirror. He got changed into his pyjama bottoms out of sight on his bunk, much to Micaela's disappointment. He tucked himself into bed and wished Micaela good night before switching the light off and drifting into sleep.

Micaela stared at the ceiling. She focused on Glen's breathing. She always felt so much more comfortable sleeping near someone. She loved sleeping next to her female friends. It always ensured the best night of sleep. But sleep was not on Micaela's mind. She reached down her pyjama leggings and her suspicions were confirmed. She was already wet. It didn't take much to get her going. A handsome guy she was already crushing on lying just feet away was such a tease and a turn on for her.

She tried her best to resist the temptation to pleasure herself. She bit on her lip and squirmed in her bed. But the more she focused on Glen's breathing, the more flustered she became. Eventually she gave in to temptation and slowly took a hand down along her body and under her pyjama leggings. She gently stroked her soft wetness, trying to muffle her gasp as she did so. Thankfully Glen was in a deep a sleep. If only he knew what was going on above him...

Micaela started to stroke herself up and down before starting to gently tease her clit with her fingers. She started sighing and moaning as quietly as possible, leaning sideways into her pillow to try and further muffle the sound. With her free hand she gripped tightly onto the blanket covers. She made sure to leave no part of her womanhood was left untouched as she pushed a finger into her delicate folds and deep inside her. Before long it was joined by another finger and Micaela was fully finger fucking herself. She slid her leggings down to her ankles for better access as she continued the assault on her pussy. She writhed and squirmed in her bed, arching her back as she did so. She continued to moan into the pillow, although in truth she was beyond caring if she woke Glen up or not.