In the train compartment
Olya, standing on the platform of the Moscow railway station at Cherkizovskaya, was happy... She had been accepted into Moscow State University for journalism, something she had dreamed of and prepared for since the 9th grade...
"Mom is probably even happier than I am," she thought, having called her right after hearing the news of her acceptance—"my sweet Mom—this is her victory too..."
Olya was slender; at 164 cm tall, she weighed 59 kg... She had a bit of a tummy and a rounded bottom, but with her large brown eyes and hair of the same color falling to her shoulders, she looked charming and always attracted attention...
And her full-faced smile with its large lower
lip was lovely to the point of being sexy and could send shivers with certain fantasies...She had lived alone with her Mom in St. Petersburg for all of her eighteen years. The train arrived, its timing so precise you could set your watch by it. Olya was also pleased that she had gotten a lower bunk, though she had to take a compartment... One thought troubled her: she hoped she wouldn't end up with some elderly passengers who had tickets for the upper bunk, because, however much she might not want to, out of respect she would have to offer to switch... That's upbringing, culture, and how it should always be.
. There were three of them in the compartment; the other two were young men, around 30 years old, who, as soon as the train started moving... decided to have a snack... They were extremely open and sociable...
They came in and immediately said:
"Olenka, you're with us and refusal is not an option"—Vanya smiled, pleased with himself as never before...
"We don't have wine, but a little whiskey to celebrate our acquaintance—that's sacred," continued Sergey.
. And we drank a little each... We talked and talked; Olya about herself, about getting into university, and about home, where she was going... They were on a business trip for their company to the St. Petersburg port...
Vanya was super at telling jokes, and everyone laughed and had fun... And meanwhile, they periodically sipped whiskey... Taking their time, with solemn toasts... They drank to Olya's acceptance, and simply to love, to the one woman in their team, and to the female sex in general... To a chance acquaintance and her beautiful eyes, and gradually, little by little, the men began to literally shower her with compliments, and it must be said they weren't lying and were sincere... They drank to her captivating smile and to her sexiness in general... But despite all the lightness and assertiveness, no one was rude or said anything vulgar... Everything was pleasant for Olya, cultured, and attracted her still young, pure soul striving for freedom and adulthood, after all, she was already 18 and a young adult woman with her own thoughts and desires...
It was already past midnight, and they were quieter now, so as not to disturb the neighbors, and, having gotten nicely drunk, they all kept talking and talking...
"Guys, my dears—I'm going to rest, I'm a bit tired, and the whiskey is really making me sleepy"—Sergey suddenly announced and immediately climbed to the upper bunk.
"Honestly, me too"—Olya hinted—"I'd also like to lie down, I'll go change..."—and taking her pajamas, she left the compartment.
Returning about ten minutes later, she heard the snoring of the sleeping Sergey from above and the even breathing of Ivan lying with his back to the aisle... She quietly closed the door and just as silently lay down on her bunk, on her back, and closing her eyes tried to fall asleep, feeling the lightness of lying down...
But her thoughts swirled and wouldn't let her rest; there had been many events and news, all good... And her fellow travelers were very pleasant, kind, and sociable—she had gotten lucky there... She lay there trying to fall asleep, quietly tossing and turning, continuing to talk to herself, mentally, as she often did... And suddenly she heard rapid, deep breathing and what seemed like periodic moans. Olya opened her eyes, lying on her side facing the aisle and Ivan lying opposite. And she immediately saw... quickly closing them and pretending to be asleep...
Ivan was lying with the sheet thrown back, his underwear pulled down, and was holding his large penis in his fist, periodically massaging it, moving his hand up and down, while watching intently, not looking away...
"Mommy, what have I seen? I hope he doesn't realize I'm not asleep and doesn't realize this..."—thoughts swirled in her head—"he's bringing himself to the point of coming, he must really need to... Mommy, I hope he doesn't see me"—and she continued to lie there.
. Olya was not a little girl; she had already had an experience in school, she liked older boys—so she had befriended one back in the 8th grade. He was much older, already in the 11th grade, tall, handsome, athletic... Though a consistent C-student, he was strong and all the schoolkids respected him; Olya walked proudly through the class, the school because of him, since he had offered her his friendship and even sometimes helped carry her backpack... They remained friends; they had kissed, but there had never been even a hint of anything more until... until he finished school and they decided to move. He invited her over; his parents weren't home... They drank a little wine; Olya was trying it for the first time and he suggested she try, and she had wanted to mentally—so they tried...
He laid her down, clumsily, barely understanding himself, entered her with difficulty, poked around, and as if came... Olga felt no pain, no pleasure, and didn't understand what was so great about it all... They got the whole sheet dirty and had to throw it away when he went to see her off, and the next day they said goodbye. She never understood what it was and why everyone gets so excited, wants to repeat it, feels pleasure... And she wanted it too, mentally and quietly looking things up on the internet...
There was another incident, already after the 10th grade, right at the end of it... Olya was returning from school and saw a neighbor in front of the entrance door to the building. He, Oleg, was so drunk he could barely stand; she offered to help him get home... He was a guy around 28-30, not tall but well-built, with a mustache and beautiful curly hair. She literally dragged him on her back first to the elevator, then, propping him up against his door, searched for his keys for a long time, dragged him into the apartment, and laid him on the sofa...
After washing her hands and returning, she saw Oleg struggling to take off his clothes, with great effort, almost tearing them off, and lamenting:
"Len, come on, help me... Lenka... Le e n k a a a"—he almost shouted, looking at Olya, thinking she was his girlfriend—"come here, Lenka, come here... Come on, help me already..."—and reached out his hands to her.
Olya approached and began helping to settle him. Oleg wouldn't calm down, continuing to tear off his clothes, and only after being completely naked... Without anything... did he calm down and first fell on his side, dozed off a bit, then got up again and shouted:
"Lenka, come here, Len"—and reached out his hand again—"come to me... Yeah, I overdid it today... Lenok, do it like you know how, and I'll sleep... Deal?!" And with difficulty, he pulled her, her face, toward his penis.
"A little blowjob from my beloved"—he laughed and fell back on his back, continuing to hold Olya's head firmly... In front of her face stood a rather large shaft, like a stick, unbending... She looked, admired it, seeing it so close for the first time, and took it into her mouth, as she had seen on the internet... She licked the head and hadn't even managed to take it into her mouth a few times before he shot, and again and again, so much that it covered her entire face, chest, and hands... She quickly jumped up, while he was moaning and groaning in oblivion and hadn't yet come to his senses, ran into the bathroom, washed up, dried off, and dashed home as fast as she could... As if nothing had happened and not with her...
Since then, there had been nothing more like that, although she wanted it, and everything that happened was only in thoughts and fantasies...
So she lay on her side, afraid to even move, with her eyes closed, as if asleep. But her own thoughts kept swirling:
"And Ivan's seems really big, I wish I could try"—and she mentally blushed with shame from these thoughts and continued thinking—"only to try properly, without rushing... And still, I wonder, has he already brought himself to the point, came... Or is he still tormenting himself... How I want to look, how I want to," and Olya involuntarily opened her eyes and their gazes met. She immediately closed them, but realized it was too late and he had seen and knew she wasn't asleep and hadn't been sleeping, and opened her eyes again...
"Will you help?"—Ivan whispered barely audibly, not taking his eyes off her. Olya silently got up, surprising herself that some force was doing it, as if someone was guiding her...
She stood up and immediately knelt before him, all in silence, and lowering her face to him, gently took the head into her mouth and just as gently licked and sucked, took it deeper, licked the shaft again, and did everything lovingly, as she had read and learned from the internet...
"I like this"—she suddenly thought—"and I also want to do it so that he, Vanya, feels good and really, really likes it..."
And Olya sucked with pleasure now and with the sole desire to give him pleasure...
Ivan gently stroked her head, periodically pressing her toward him, and quietly said:
"Olenka, how sweet you are... Olya, you're a delight, God, what pleasure..."
And at that moment, this quiet voice of Ivan was interrupted by a loud:
"Did I miss something?"—it was Sergey waking up and, surprised by what he saw, was already climbing down from above—"Well, well, you guys are something... Making arrangements quietly without me... Maybe you'll include me in your company too."
And he started smiling and was already offering his penis to Olya's mouth, who was still sucking Ivan's...
"Ol, forgive the impudent guy," said Ivan—"you don't mind if we try with three..."
And Olya was already silently taking Sergey's penis and trying to play with it, then Ivan's, and so on in turn, swallowing, licking, and doing the same with the second one...
Then Vanya sat on the bunk and sat Olya on top of him, who leaned forward toward Sergey, taking his into her mouth, while he, like Ivan, thrust into her, only into her pussy... Sergey was the first to pull back and tried to come as much as possible into her mouth, exclaiming:
"Olya, Olya, open your mouth wider"—and came deep inside... And then Vanya also cried out and asked for the same, and again she took everything, every drop... As the most delicious and pleasant thing...
Afterwards, the guys thanked her, and upon learning it was her first time, they were delighted and said:
"You're a delight, Olya! You're a sweet delight!!!"
They got off before reaching St. Petersburg, gently hugging her in turn and kissing her, as if she were their own... Close and dear...