15 Minutes.

I used to travel by train about once a month from the place I grew up in to where I was living… It took a few hours but it was all along the shore line and beautiful, one of the benefits was you were pretty much guaranteed an ocean sunset… I would take school work or my lap top to watch a movie on, but often I ended talking with people around me, making friends, whatever… I’ve met people from all over the world on the numerous times I road that line, I generally had the same conductor and once or twice he let me ride free by ‘forgetting’ to check me for a ticket.

One time in particular will always stick out in my mind, there was a girl sitting across the aisle one row behind me, and she was beautiful, she had an accent and I think she was from Sweden but I don’t know. I smiled at her and she smiled back and I went back to reading. Glancing her way, occasionally catching her glancing mine. A few hours in, she got up and looked at me and tilted her head a bit in a follow me kind of way, all the while looking me directly in the eyes. So I waited a moment and got up and followed her to the end of the car and downstairs, she was holding open the lounge door, which is always empty on these night trips. She shut the door behind me and stroked her hand across my cheek “You ok?” I smiled back grabbing her hand “Yeah, I’m good” she leaned forward and grazed her lips against mine a tease of what was about to come, I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her up against me and we kissed. Tongues dancing together in the heat of the moment in the excitement of a first kiss, filled with passion.

The train continued to rumble on as we explored each other, teasing nipples massaging breasts and butts hands slipping under clothing seeing how far the other would dare to go… it ended with me straddling her waist with my fingers exploring her pussy as she teased one of my nipples with her tongue… and traced tingling patterns with her nails along my back. The announcement binged saying the next station was in 5 minutes, she pulled back, “That’s my stop” I snuck my free hand into her hair and tilted her head back and gave her one last lingering kiss, I climbed off her and straightened my disarray of clothing, wished her a safe journey and left our little haven. She followed a moment behind, grabbed her stuff from her seat and winked at me as she passed.

I never saw her again. I never learned her name, or why she was on that train, where she was from or where she was going, but that’s probably why the memory holds a place in my mind, she was mysterious and beautiful, and a great kisser, and at that moment in time nothing else mattered. The whole encounter lasted maybe 15 minutes… but a wonderful 15 minutes it was.