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 can see a little bit of her cleavage. And she's wearing stockings, I noticed right away, through the door, when she walked past. Damn, my dick immediately started moving. It's even uncomfortable, the pants are so tight. I threw my jacket over my knees so as not to be seen. She serves tea, our fingers suddenly touched. She seemed to pull her hand away, and then looked at me. And I looked. And I realized that we both understood everything. Like, yes, I see that you have an erection, and you see that I see it. And that look. She doesn't say anything, turns around and leaves. And my head is already racing. I imagine her sitting there in her compartment, her legs thrown up... Damn. Fifteen minutes pass. I already thought that everything was over, it seemed so. But the door opens again. She comes in and immediately closes it behind her. She stands there, looking at me. And I sit there, looking at her, and my dick is pulsating in my pants again. “So,” she says quietly. “Are you sitting here alone, bored?” I don't know what to answer, I just mumble something. She comes closer, sits down opposite me, on the lower bunk. She crosses her legs, and I see everything - the garters from her stockings, and the fact that she has no tights under her skirt, only panties. Damn, I'm almost cumming just from this sight. "Maybe you'll help me while away the night?" she says directly, without any preludes. And her eyes are so fiery, so impudent. I just nod. I can't speak. She stands up, comes to me, takes my hand and puts it on her thigh. The skin through the stocking is so smooth, warm. Then she runs my hand between her legs. And I feel that it is already wet there. Very wet, her panties are soaked. - See? - she whispers. - Because of you, I was all dripping while I was delivering tea. After that she just kneels down in front of me. Unzips my jeans, takes out my cock. It's so hard, just like stone. She looks at it, licks her lips, but doesn't take it in her mouth. “I won’t suck,” he says. “I want it differently.” And she stands up, turns her back to me, lifts up her skirt. And there... there are these lacy panties, really small, and they are already soaked through, a dark spot. She pulls them to the side, leans on the shelf with one hand, and spreads her labia with the other. And there is this juicy, pink pussy, all in hair, just terribly wet. And you can see how it pulsates. "Come on," she says. "Lick me. I want a great cunnilingus." Without thinking twice, I fall face down on her. I press my nose against her pubis and run my tongue along her entire slit. She shudders and moans quietly. Her taste is slightly sour-sweet, musky, very arousing. I lick her all over, like a bowl of ice cream. I find her clitoris, that little bump, and start moving my tongue around it, very quickly. She moaned louder, grabbed my hair and pressed me harder to her. Pushing her hips into my face. “Yes, that’s it,” he whispers. “Harder. Don’t stop.” My tongue was already tired, but I didn't stop. I felt how she bukvoeb.run was swelling up, getting even wetter. Then she started shaking and screaming, quietly so that no one would hear. And it just gushed out of her. It was like a squirt. My whole face was covered in her juices. I choked. She went limp, shaking all over, turned to me. Her face was happy, satisfied. She saw that my whole face was wet from her secretions, and smiled. Then she knelt down, took my cock, which was about to explode, and began to jerk it off quickly with her hand. "Finish," she said hoarsely. "Come on, cum on me." Literally three movements of her hand were enough for me. I just roared and came. There was a lot of sperm, it all got on her chest, on her uniform, a little on her chin. We sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily. The train's wheels were rattling. Then she stood up, wiped my sperm with a napkin, and straightened her skirt. “Well, that’s it,” she said in her usual working voice. “Thank you for the tea. Good night.” And she left the compartment as if nothing had happened. And I was left sitting there with my brains smashed and my balls empty. I couldn't sleep until the morning. The best trip of my life.