It was already dark outside, and the Moscow-Vladivostok train had just gotten underway. I was going on a two-week business trip and had booked the bottom berth in a four-berth compartment. When I got on, two female students were already there—clearly heading home. One was a brunette, about 20 or 21 years old, with luscious D-cup breasts that were so prominent even under her loose T-shirt that it was impossible to take your eyes off her. The other was a brunette with a slim waist, long, slender legs in short shorts, and a trim, model-like bottom. Both were incredibly cute and laughing at something on their phones. I introduced myself, and they smiled. "Katya," said the big-breasted woman, "Masha," the brunette. They immediately realized the ride was long, so they pulled a bottle of vodka, Coke, and chips from their bags. "Want some?" Katya asked with a wink. Of course I will. An hour later, we were on familiar terms. The train rocked, the night was flying past... continue reading

I hate reserved seats. That smell of boiled chicken and other people's socks, mixed with the vibration of the wheels. But cheap tickets to Adler left me no choice, and my husband, Seryozha, as always, insisted: "Why are you acting like you're not my family? Let's sit here, have some vodka, it's romantic." Fucking romantic. Seryozha was already drunk by the third stop. He'd grabbed a bottle of Belenkaya at the station and sipped it while eating dried vobla until his eyes went wide. Now he was snoring on the top bunk, his arm dangling, and I was simply embarrassed. Embarrassed in front of my fellow passengers. And my fellow travelers were distinguished. Down below, across from me, sat two guys. They were about twenty-five to twenty-seven years old. Muscular, clean-shaven, wearing tracksuits. Judging by their conversation, they were heading to Krasnaya Polyana, either to grill shashlik or for some shady business of their own. The big guy with the "Wind R... continue reading

My wife and I have been married for several years now, and our sex life has always been fantastic. We've tried everything: role-playing, sex toys, and even invited a third party a couple of times for variety. But recently, something happened that turned everything upside down. It happened on a train during our trip south, and I still remember it with a thrill. We bought tickets for a sleeper compartment on the night train. We thought we'd travel alone, relax, maybe even have sex to the sound of the wheels. But when we boarded the train, we saw a guy already sitting in our compartment—a burly guy, about thirty, with a short haircut. He introduced himself as Sergey and said he was traveling to the same city for work. My wife and I exchanged glances—she in a tight dress, me in jeans—and immediately felt a slight spark. Sergey was chatty and offered to get a bottle of cognac from his bag to while away the time. The train pulled out, and we started chatting. First, about the weat... continue reading

We were traveling home on the overnight train after a week at the seaside. Four people in the compartment: me, my wife Marina, her mother Galina Ivanovna, and my wife's younger sister, Katya. That same Katya, who had been sunbathing in a micro-bikini on the beach this whole time, laughed too loudly next to me and seemed to accidentally brush my back as she passed. Twenty-three years old, a seven-year age difference with Marina, and as if from another universe: uninhibited, with a daring gaze and a constant half-smile. The compartment smelled of old wood. We'd already been driving for six hours; the black silhouettes of trees flashed past the window, occasionally catching a glimpse of a lighted window in a small house. My wife and mother-in-law were already snoring evenly on the upper berths. Marina snored softly, breathing out. My mother-in-law was emitting such a powerful roar that the windows rattled. I lay on the lower berth by the window, Katya on the opposite lower bert... continue reading

Introduction from the husband Recently, while talking about memorable and unusual sexual experiences, my wife reminded me of another adventure in a train compartment. Wow, I'd completely forgotten about it. She started recalling details, and I remembered some of them too, so I decided to commit the experience to paper. As I was writing, I realized it would be easier for me to persuade my wife to write the part of the story about the events that took place without my presence. I would then write the introduction and then describe the events in which I had already participated. So, it all started like this: my wife and I had already bought train tickets to St. Petersburg—we were planning to go to another meeting at a higher-level organization. Yes, it was May! Then I got a call, first from the head of the repair department at the head office, and then from the deputy director of the representative organization in the Moscow region. The problem was this: the Muscovites needed to ha... continue reading

And again a night on the train. I can't stand it. It's stuffy, the wheels are rattling, the guy behind the wall is snoring like a tractor. I'm alone in my compartment, at least that's a plus. I'm sitting there, staring at my phone, I've already read all the news a hundred times. It's deadly boring. The compartment door opens. It's the conductor, Irina, by name, you can see it on the sign. She was checking my tickets when I was getting on, I liked her. Well, such a... mature woman. About forty, probably. But her figure is just the bomb, honestly. Such boobs that they just burst in her uniform, and the skirt fits tightly in all the right places. And a beautiful face, a little tired, but with some charm. “Would you like some tea?” he asks. Her voice is low, husky, very sexy. And I've already given up on the third can of energy drink so as not to fall asleep. “Come on,” I say. “Just make it stronger.” She pours from her thermos. She bends over, and I... continue reading