It was my first time on a Sleeper Train and if you have never experienced one, the compartments are quite small and the bed is the smallest I have ever known! We were allowed to board at 9 p.m., in case we wanted to get a meal in the Restaurant Car before, and in my case during our departure.
Anyway, I had dumped my stuff in my compartment and after eating had taken a walk down the corridor to check out if there was anywhere else of interest to locate: NO, just a another boring train! Ha ha. Really, now I come to think of it, apart from the Restaurant Car, the rest of my exploration was just to fill the time before we departed at 10 p.m.
Usually the day time trip takes about five hours, but the sleepers go a little slower so as not to give you a rough night. Sleepers go a little slower in order to give you a better night, and we were allowed an hour on arrival to reorganise ourselves before getting off. (Getting off makes me think of you even though, as the following will show, I had during the journey!) I'm rambling ain't I... LOL.
Having eaten our journey had begun and I was in my compartment looking where to put stuff. We had pulled into some other station, not sure which, to pick up extra carriages and I had pulled the curtains because of being stripped off down to only my panties. It was now that my unexpected seduction, quite literally jerked into being.
At the foot of my bed was a door which I wrongly assumed to be a wardrobe and as I opened the door to check it out the train suddenly jerked quite sharply forward. Well the door was not a wardrobe but the adjoining cabin and I was unceremoniously thrown into my neighbour's compartment landing in a heap at the foot of the bed, which I was glad to see was occupied by a female.
Never-the-less, on landing I had hit my head against the opposite wall and for a moment was quite discombobulated. The poor woman on whom I had made this unceremonious entrance was understandably quite shocked but when she realised that I was hurt, she was quick to come to my assistance and helped me back to my compartment and into my bed.
It transpired that she was also a Nurse; she gave me a drink of water and sat on the side of my bed to ensure that I was OK, which gladly I was, although my left shoulder was just a little uncomfortable and Denise, which I later came to find was her name, asked if I would like her to massage it, an offer which looking at her, wearing only a sheer chiffon nightdress, I found myself unable to refuse.
If Denise had not already told me she was a Nurse, I would have known within the first minute of her touching me. Having me lay on my right side, incidentally facing away from her, she gently began to massage my shoulder with some body lotion which I had on the shelf adjacent to the bed. Her hands were so soft and after a short while she began to increase the area she was treating, slowly graduating to the side adjacent to my breast. I took a deep breath and sighed as I let it out in the hope she would move even closer. She said nothing but her hand did, now brushing the very edges of my breast, her other hand stroking the back of my neck and i could hear her breathing a little faster and deeper.. It was absolute bliss.
Denise rolled me onto my back and much to my surprise pulled the sheet up over me saying "I think perhaps it is time for me to go!." Bending down she kissed my forehead and I could not help but notice that she was quite red in the face and her nipples were most certainly engorged and red because I could see them through her nightdress.
Taking hold of her hands I thanked her, telling her she had really made me feel quite wonderful! My experience told me, and her nipples endorsed it, Denise was obviously lesbian. I knew I could just pull her to me and kiss her but I love being seduced and wanted her to come on to me. However, given the situation I knew I was going to have to make a gesture: I asked "Denise would you mind if I gave you a thank you kiss?" I didn't wait for an answer but as I was holding her hands I just pulled her to me and lightly kissed her lips; nothing really sexual, just the kind of kiss one woman would give another.
Denise squeezed my hands and with a beautiful smile, she asked: "May I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course, anything."
"Have you ever been sexual with a woman?"
"Actually no, but I have to tell you. When you were massaging up my side and your hand was gliding over the edges of my breast, I really felt myself wanting you to touch me closer, to squeeze my breast and I was, I am, very wet from this experience. That's the truth and I have never known it before. I do hope my confession does not offend you, because you have been so wonderfully kind to me."
"Are you married Aimie?'
"No, and have never felt that I wanted to be. There is something about that institution that is just so limiting and to be absolutely honest I have often thought that I would perhaps prefer to try a relationship with another woman, I just never knew how to go about it. OMG, listen to me telling my deepest fantasies to a total stranger!"
Denise laughed before she continued:
