The first time I traveled in Europe I had many encounters with women. I rode second class on the trains with a Eurail Pass, although I could have ridden in more comfort. But second class was where younger people traveled, and I sought them out on long journeys between what seemed exotic destinations.
One such trip was made in a compartment filled with young men and women on my return to Paris from Germany. I seldom had the opportunity to chose my traveling companions, and we were most often strangers. It was a matter of locating a compartment and grabbing whatever seat was available, and this was no exception. Fortunately, on this trip I spied an empty spot between two American women in their twenties, and this became my home for the rest of the long journey. The train left Munich on time, and we settled into our new and crowded circumstances with polite introductions, small talk, and some nervous laughter.
I recall spending the day and evening watching the landscape slip by reading a novel, eating the lunch I'd purchased from a local market, and observing my five traveling companions. There was a young man from Belgium; a woman returning from Salzburg; a silly Norwegian girl who read most of the time; and the two Americans traveling together, Anne and Jennifer. Anne was an attractive blond, blue eyed, and athletic. Jennifer was more sultry with auburn hair, bright red lipstick, and a more voluptuous body. Both of them wore tight, faded jeans. We talked occasionally about our travels, and what we liked and didn't. At one point we shared food and discussed the books we were reading. Still, despite our close proximity and the general atmosphere of camaraderie, I felt unable make a personal connection with either woman when they were together. Fortunately, when one or the other would leave the compartment briefly to use the WC or to stretch the other would let down, and we could share a few laughs. Upon the return of her companion, things would again become less informal. This continued throughout the day and into the evening with a greater frequency of bathroom breaks as boredom set in. By late evening I was holding three ongoing conversations: one when alone with Jennifer, a second when I was alone with Anne, and a third with both of them together when we were all in the compartment.
I watched both Anne and Jennifer as they came and went. Both had firm bodies, but Anne was taller and lean in a tight tank top through which I could make out her breasts. Her jeans were worn thin, especially at the rear and there were holes through which I could see her panties and tan thighs. Her blond hair was bobbed. Jennifer's hair was pulled back, and she wore a thin buttoned blouse, which stretched across her large breasts. Watching her move with those tits was heart-stopping, and the holes in her pants flashed her bottom and legs. Despite their appearance, both women displayed a certain strength, especially with one another. But there was a vulnerability there as well, and this was what attracted me to them.
