Forbidden fruit in the night compartment

Finally, the last week of June had arrived. School was over, exams were behind me, and university entrance exams lay ahead. However, with a few weeks to spare, my parents and I were going on a long-awaited seaside vacation. Dad took a week off at his own expense and bought the three of us tickets for a compartment car. Mom, Dad, and I hadn't been on a vacation for a whole three years due to Dad's financial troubles. But this year, to mark my successful graduation from school and transition into adult life, they decided to arrange a little getaway for me.

After packing our suitcases and checking we hadn't forgotten anything, we headed to the station in the evening to wait for the train. The habit of arriving

at least an hour before departure is a bit tiring, but Mom insists it's better to arrive early than to run after the train with bags later. The train arrived on time, and we were among the first to board the car.

This time, as soon as I entered the compartment, I immediately climbed onto the upper berth and from there watched the station platform with interest, observing the passengers. Dad was leisurely arranging the bags in the luggage spaces, and Mom was already taking out the pre-prepared food containers from her bag.

Just before the train departed, another passenger entered our compartment: a man of average height, thin, looking about forty—most likely the same age as my dad. He didn't introduce himself but gave a curt greeting and sat down on the lower berth. His thinness gave him sharply defined facial features, making him look angular. There wasn't much to say about him, but I noticed his sinewy forearms with prominent veins and rather large hands. For a second, it occurred to me that he could easily hold a basketball in one hand.

The train started moving, and we set off on our journey. My parents immediately sat down to eat vegetables and cutlets, but I wasn't hungry. Looking out the window, I imagined how tomorrow I would be swimming in the sea and sunbathing on the beach. I had bought a new pink swimsuit especially for the occasion.

I'm not very tall myself, only about 165 centimeters—nature didn't bless me with model-long legs. However, in other respects, I was quite attractive: a B-cup chest, a toned butt, a narrow waist, and soft chestnut hair. The boys in my class never deprived me of attention. I certainly liked that very much. What girl doesn't like attention? However, despite all this, I remained a virgin, as I had decided that by maintaining constant tension between myself and a guy (whoever he was at the time), I would get maximum attention and his absolute interest in me. I didn't reject boys completely, because the hope that I might eventually give myself to each of them fueled their interest in me. But I never crossed the line I had set for myself. So it turned out that, being an 18-year-old girl with quite a rich experience of communicating with boys (and I even allowed some to date me), I was still a pure and untouched doll who always got what she wanted without giving almost anything in return.

Lost in these thoughts, I didn't even notice when the attendant brought the bedding, and Mom and Dad had already made up the lower berths. Our companion had gone somewhere, and when I went out to the toilet, I didn't see him either in the train corridor or in the vestibule.

While I was out, Mom made up the upper berth where I had been lying all this time. The sun was already setting outside, and since Mom and Dad wake up early in the morning, I wasn't particularly surprised to see them both yawning. Dad was going to sleep on the top, but I suggested he sleep with Mom on the lower berths and leave the upper one for me. Mom wasn't very pleased with this request but didn't argue much with me. The only thing I asked them was to step out briefly while I changed into my pajamas for the night. I wasn't at all shy around Mom, but I didn't really want to undress in front of Dad.

A few minutes later, I was lying on the top again in my short beige shorts and an oversized blue T-shirt. I could finally take off my bra, and I sighed with relief, gently rubbing the marks from the straps on my back. My parents went to sleep, and I turned on music in my headphones and gazed carelessly out the window, gently sinking into the upcoming vacation.

Several hours had passed since the door to our compartment opened again. I had already forgotten that someone else was traveling with us. Because of the music, I didn't hear the sound of the sliding door, but in the reflection of the window, I saw him enter. Almost immediately, I smelled alcohol and cigarettes. It was quite possible he had been in another car with a friend or spent time in the dining car all this time. I don't smoke myself and try not to drink, but I'm fairly neutral towards those who do.

Almost immediately, he began to undress, swaying slightly. He took off his T-shirt, then unbuckled his belt and started pulling off his pants. I didn't turn around but watched it all in the reflection of the window. When this man was left in just his underwear, he placed both hands on the upper berths, braced himself, and pulled himself up. At that moment, I felt his fingers slide along my calf and press against the berth. I had been lying on my stomach all this time, not covered by a blanket. For those few seconds while he pulled himself up and swung his hips onto the adjacent berth, his fingers touched my leg. Then he removed his hand from my berth and settled completely on his own. At that moment, I turned my head to look at him, but he didn't even seem to realize he had touched me because he paid no attention to me for a while longer. Only after a few seconds did he meet my gaze with his.

At that moment, I felt a mix of indignation and shame. The first—because he didn't even apologize. The second—because I was lying almost naked next to a strange man who was in no hurry to cover himself.

Looking into my eyes, he first looked surprised and then smirked slyly. At that moment, I covered my legs and butt with the blanket, tried to express all my indignation in my gaze, and then turned my eyes back to the window.

At that moment, I felt anxiety for the first time. I became afraid to be in the same room with a man who had clearly been drinking heavily. I could wake up Mom and Dad at any moment to hide behind them, but another feeling stopped me.

Arousal.

I felt the gaze of a complete stranger on me, who was lying in his underwear a meter away, staring intently at me. He didn't move or say anything, but the emotional tension grew with every second.

I felt myself getting wet.

My breathing became heavy and ragged. I was still looking out the window and afraid to move, as if paralyzed. My head was filled with thoughts that had never occurred to me before. I felt ashamed.

At that moment, the man leaned over slightly to look down at Mom and Dad. Making sure they were both asleep, he looked at me again and smiled slightly. And then he began stroking his cock with his hand.

For several minutes, I lay motionless, as if paralyzed. I was gripped by fear, but along with it, arousal grew. My gaze was still directed out the window, but with my peripheral vision and in the reflection, I saw everything that was happening. He continued stroking himself with his right hand, while placing his left behind his head and leaning against the wall.

I knew I couldn't allow anything now that I would regret for the rest of my life. I no longer understood which emotion was dominant in me. I really wanted him to stop now and for all this to end. But mentally, I was begging him not to stop. I had become so wet that I unconsciously pushed the blanket down with my foot, exposing my butt, thighs, and feet again. At one point, I even closed my eyes, unable to contain the shame. I raised my legs and crossed them so that my feet became clearly visible to him if he shifted his gaze to them. I couldn't open my eyes for a few more seconds before I finally decided to do so.

He continued stroking his cock, now without his underwear. He held his half-erect cock in his hand without squeezing it. I let out a soft sob and closed my eyes again. I didn't know what to do next. It was too late to stop, but I had no idea how to continue.

I felt myself flowing and my shorts soaking through with my juices. Without much thought, I pulled my shorts down a little lower. They ended up just above my knees, exposing my butt, which was protected from complete nudity only by thin panties. I opened my eyes again.

His now fully erect cock was reflected in the window. Despite his rather large hands, the cock in his palm looked no less massive. Slowly, as if teasing himself, he moved his hand up and down, squeezing it.

I had no strength left. I turned away from the window and faced him directly. His eyes held power and confidence. He looked into my eyes, then shifted his gaze to my butt and feet. After lingering there for a few seconds, he squeezed his cock even tighter before looking back into my eyes.

I turned onto my side, with my back to him. I pulled off my shorts completely and pulled up my T-shirt so that my back was completely bare. Then I raised myself slightly to turn my head towards him while still lying on my side. I bit down on the index finger of my right hand and began caressing my thighs with my left hand, slowly moving up and even more slowly moving down.

The man raised himself slightly, fully leaning against the wall, continuing to increase the pace with his right hand while squeezing his balls with his left. The vein bulging on his cock seemed to pulse in time with the movement of his hand. He slightly worked his hips, lifting up and down. Now his face expressed only lust and a desire to continue. For a second, he looked down again at the berth where Dad was sleeping. I moaned again at that moment, and he returned his gaze to me, speeding up the pace.

I turned to face the man, pulled off my T-shirt, exposing my full breasts to his gaze. My swollen nipples seemed to invite his lips and tongue. I moved the pillow to where my feet had been, turned around, and lifted my legs up, pressing my feet against the ceiling.

Cold moonlight illuminated my breasts, which swayed in time with the movement of the train. I pressed my head into the pillow so that I could easily see what the man was doing, and he could see everything I was showing. With my hands, I pulled down my panties, leaving them around my ankles near the ceiling, spreading my legs so that nothing was hidden from his view.

He sped up his movements almost to the maximum of his ability. His mighty cock stood straight up, and his palm squeezed it so tightly that the pulsating vein seemed ready to burst out. This wasn't the first time I had seen a cock in person. However, it was the first time I had allowed a stranger something I hadn't even allowed myself in my wildest fantasies. The only fear I felt at that moment was the fear of being caught off guard by Mom or Dad suddenly waking up.

But they were asleep, so nothing could stop us from continuing this depravity. I squeezed my breasts and ran my fingers over my clit, pressing lightly inside. My head was spinning, and I felt that I was about to experience the strongest orgasm of my life.

Suddenly, the man stopped, sat up, and positioned himself right in the middle of the berth. He spread his legs wide apart and then continued to jerk off. Now I could see his scrotum and the thick vein running under the frenulum even more clearly. His mighty cock was gripped by a hand that moved up and down. At the top, near the head, he paused slightly, and blood rushed to it again and again.

I felt myself approaching the climax, but I wanted to feel, to touch his scepter. I sat up again and positioned myself in the middle, just like him. However, with my legs, I reached towards him and placed my feet on the inside of his thighs. My panties had almost slipped off my legs, but he deftly adjusted them and pulled them up a bit.

I stretched my legs towards him, lying almost on the very edge. Leaning on my elbows on the berth, I could no longer continue to caress myself, so all I could do was bring my legs together and squeeze them near my pussy.

The man placed my feet on either side of his cock, and I squeezed them and began moving them up and down. His thick, burning cock scorched my toes. I felt its smooth head and the blood pulsing through the vein. I wanted to drown in moans but swallowed them deep inside. A second before coming, I started moving my feet faster along his cock and felt it pulse all over.

Warmth spread throughout my body, and I felt myself trembling all over. For about ten seconds, I shook in a way I could never have imagined in my life. His semen, shooting high up, now dripped down my legs, from my toes to my heels.

It seemed like we just sat there, breathing deeply and looking at each other for an eternity. Then he pulled off my panties, which were still around my ankles, and wiped his cock with them. They seemed completely soaked with his semen. I moaned one last time as he took my toes into his mouth, passionately running his tongue over my foot.

He got dressed, and I lay there, covered with a sheet, watching him. Half an hour later, the train stopped at a station, and the man left the compartment. A couple of minutes later, the train started moving again, but my tempter never returned.

I took my panties from his berth. They were still wet. Covering my head under the blanket, I pressed them to my face and greedily inhaled the smell of his semen while continuing to pleasure myself with my free hand. However, after a few minutes, I realized I was doing it wrong.

I needed to put them on. I had to do it. This thought made my head spin again. The already cooled semen felt cold on my pussy. I pressed my finger through the panties and began to rotate, gradually increasing the pressure and speed.

That night, I couldn't fall asleep. Again and again, I came, remembering the events of the past few hours.

Before dawn, Dad woke up, and a few minutes later, Mom did too. I was still lying on the upper berth but already dressed in my sleepwear. They started gathering the bedding, and then Mom went to wash up in the toilet.

This time, I wasn't shy around Dad. While he was sitting below at the table by the window, I climbed down, turned my back to him, and pulled off my shorts and T-shirt, leaving only my panties, which were soaked with my juices and the man's semen. The mirror on the compartment door fully reflected what I wasn't trying very hard to hide from him. Daddy looked very surprised and confused. I arched my back as much as possible and looked through the mirror straight into his eyes, slightly biting my lip.