The screech of the trains brakes as it called at the station awoke Aydin from her fretful sleep. She blinked a few times and glanced out the window, wiping away the steam her warm body had created on the cool glass. She glanced at the sign at the station outside. Minsk, Belarus. She was a little over three quarters into her trip – from Berlin to Moscow. A draft from outside was dramatically cooling the cabin, and Aydin felt her nipples harden against the lace bra she had on. She looked away from the sign and down at her chest, suddenly self-conscious. Her nipples were clearly visible, straining against the thin silk of her blouse.
'Ooh, I'd give anything to have them sucked.' She thought to herself, shifting in her seat, suddenly aware of the dull pulsing between her thighs. Aydin was a freelance journalist and photographer, long train rides were just part of the territory, but they always had a way of making her incredibly horny. Maybe it was the way strangers on trains size each other up. Glancing at one another's bodies, undressing each other with their eyes. Aydin smiled to herself after this thought. 'Maybe I'm the only one that does that.'
Aydin needed to clear her head, she stood up and made toward the snack bar. She was dressed in a tight red silk blouse and a short black cotton skirt that rode barely below her rounded ass, she had the typical hour-glass figure. Firm perky breasts, a small fit waist that rounded into curvy hips. Her whole body was toned, from long hours hiking into unknown territory on assignment.
Her long silky black hair was tied at the nape of her neck, spilling into loose curls down the center of her back. She had perfectly pale skin, and was meticulous about how she appeared. Her entire body was hairless except the hair on her head and carefully curved eyebrows. These eyebrows framed her large dark brown eyes perfectly. Her high cheekbones were accentuated with a little blush and her full lips had a layer of deep red lipstick. Aydins overall appearance was one that was sexy yet sophisticated and commanding.
When she returned to her seat with the German newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung she noticed the entire car had emptied out at the last station. Aydin purposely chose to sit in the last seat of the last carriage. The seats by the doors were always more spacious, and being in the last carriage meant less foot traffic, so she could potentially get work done without much distraction.
Noticing her isolation, Aydins heart began to race a little. She always packs a small vibrator, essential for passing lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms. She almost moaned aloud when she thought of the vibrator pressing against her clit. She sat down facing the emptiness of the carriage and dug the vibrator out of her luggage, intent on bringing herself to several earth shattering orgasms before the train arrived at the next station, Smolensk, Russia. She covered herself with a small thin blanket and spread her legs. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed, since it was nearly 2am. Only running lights and an overhead light in the seat across the aisle illuminated her body.
Her hand playfully glided across her stomach to the metal clasp at the front of her skirt. She unhooked it, and slid her hand slowly down. Her fingers rubbed her bald mound in circles gently, feeling the lace of her underwear brush against her skin, rubbing lightly across her swollen clit. The catch of lace on the most sensitive part of her body shot waves of heat and electricity down Aydins legs. She inhaled quickly and licked her lips, parting them slightly and settling back against her chair. She closed her eyes and slid her hand under the lace panties, her fingers were wet within seconds, sliding between her folds. She slid two fingers inside her hot wetness and started brushing her clit back and forth with her thumb. The sensation made her raise her hips up against her own hand, she had to muffle a moan that escaped her lips.
Suddenly a noise jolted her attention. Her eyes flashed open and she saw a figure standing in the doorway. She froze immediately, wondering how much he had seen. The figure took a step forward, he was tall, with an athletic build. In the dim light Aydin could make out he was professionally dressed, in a well fitting blue shirt and black slacks. He had something in his hand. Aydins heart skipped a beat when she realized it was a conductors hat. The figure turned around, and Aydin sighed in a mixture of disappointment, relief and embarrassment, thinking the man was going leave. Instead she heard a sharp click – the sound of a door being locked. She watched the man reach up and pull the window shutter on the door down and then slowly turn back.
He stepped forward again, casually walking toward Aydin. Her heart was racing, half due to the intense pleasure she had just been giving herself, and half due to a combination of fear and excitement. As the man came closer she could see the prominent bulge in his pants. Aydin let out a shallow gasp, measuring him up, she couldn't help but imagine how good a long hard cock would feel pulsing inside her pussy. She realized he had obviously seen enough to start an erection.
The man coyly said something to Aydin in Russian. The language was harsh, often invoked fear, and was incredibly dominating. Aydin got a chill from hearing him. She knew little to no Russian, and was only going to survive in Moscow with the help of an interpreter.
"Ya ne gava'ryu pa-'ruski." She answered she didn't speak Russian. The man laughed slowly, and continued toward her, smiling. Aydins eyes were wide, she didn't know what to expect – but she was getting more and more turned on as the man got closer. He reached her seat and sat down across from her. The man reached out and slowly pulled the blanket aside. Aydin was speechless, not only from the apparent language barrier, but because the situation was so exciting. She could have easily addressed him in English, or German, but decided against it. When she realized he was most likely not going to hurt her, she relaxed and decided to play the game.
