With a sigh I watched the porter put my bag in the rack, I tipped him and closed the door behind him as he left. Sighing again I sat and stared out of the window, despite the late hour the platform was crowded with people waiting to get on the train. Looking around my compartment I smiled, I had been one of the lucky ones, having booked well in advance I was assured of a compartment to myself, small though it may be. Later the conductor would come in and lower one of the two beds, I’d climb into it as soon as he was gone and go to sleep, when I woke I’d be in Paris, two days after that I would be taking up my post at the Embassy. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come.” I responded a little shortly.

The door opened and a conductor stepped into the compartment.

“I’m very sorry sir,” he said not sounding sorry at all “but there seems to have been a mix up at the booking office, there’s another passenger booked for this compartment as well.”

“Surely this passenger could be given another compartment.” I retorted.

“I’m afraid not sir,” he shook his head “all the other compartments are full, this is the only free berth. There will of course be a refund on your payment as a result of having to share.”

It wasn’t the money that was the point, I had specifically booked a compartment to myself, had I wanted to share I wouldn’t have paid out the extra. It seemed that I had no choice however and feeling disgruntled I watched the other passengers bags being placed on the luggage rack beside mine, the conductor left and my companion for the trip stepped into the compartment. The first surprise was that it was a woman, the second was that it was an exceedingly attractive woman, however, the idea of spending the next few hours in mixed company did not seem quite appropriate.

“It seems there has been some mistake.” I said as she closed the compartment door “the conductor will have to arrange for you to share with another…”

“It seems” she interrupted coolly “that either I share with you or walk the corridors, in case you hadn’t noticed, the train is packed to overflowing. The only compartments containing women have no spare berths so we are stuck with each other.”

“Humph.” I snorted.

Primly she sat at the other end of the seat, her skirt carefully smoothed and pulled down over her knees, and sighing quietly I turned to look out of the window. After a few moments of gazing at the platform my eyes focused on the reflection of the compartment, I could just make out my companion in the none to clean glass, she was giving me a long appraising glance while my back was to her. A whistle sounded and with a jerk the train began to move, leaning back in my seat and tried to relax, the noise of the wheels on the track a focus for my thoughts. Some time later there was a knock at the door, the woman opened it and the conductor breezed in, without a word the man opened out the two beds and left.

“Which would you prefer?” The woman asked.

“Pardon?” I responded bringing my thoughts to the present.

“Which berth would you prefer?” she repeated.

“It makes no difference to me,” I sighed “decide which you want, I will take the other.”

“Very well,” she replied, “I will take the lower berth.”

I nodded my agreement and went back to staring out of the window, I heard the woman moving around, in the glass I saw her attempting to take down one of her cases, with little joy. Turning in the seat I looked at her, rose, took down the case she was reaching for and sat down again, all without speaking a word.

“Thank you.” She said as she opened the case.

She took something from the case and ataşehir escort bayan went in the tiny cabinet laughingly classified as a bathroom, the lock clicked as soon as the door closed then came the sounds of movement. Smiling I wished her luck in changing within the cramped confines of the small room, my smile faded when it dawned on me a few seconds later that I would have to go through the same procedure to get myself ready for bed. Feeling more than a little put upon I got up and took down my case; quickly I removed my pyjamas and a robe, closed the case and put it back on the rack. A few moments later the woman, looking flushed and annoyed, came out of the ‘bathroom’ I went in, closed and locked the door behind me and began the task of undressing.

Now I am not a large person, but the available space would have caused midget difficulties, twice during the process of undressing I banged my elbow on the tiny sink. Then, while putting on my pyjamas, I hit my knee on the sink; muttering low curses I gathered up my clothing and left the tiny room. Much to my surprise the woman was still up, I had expected her to get into bed as soon as I left the room, instead she was fiddling with her clothes, quickly I placed my things on a hanger and prepared to climb up to my bed. Suddenly the train jerked, my arms became filled with a warm soft body while my back became filled with a hard door handle; the sound of my back hitting the handle was clear and sharp. Biting back a yelp of pain I helped the woman to get upright then put my hand to the centre of my agony.

“You seem to have hurt yourself.” the woman commented “I am a trained nurse, let me look at it.”

Reluctantly I complied, turning to face the beds I took off my robe and pulled up my pyjamas jacket, soft, warm hands probed at my back making me wince.

“You are going to have a nasty bruise there,” she said “hold still a minute, I have something that will make it a little easier.”

Feeling rather foolish I stood there, a moment later I felt something cool being rubbed onto my back, the pain eased to a dull ache within seconds.

“Thank you.” I said as I pulled down my jacket.

“I should be thanking you,” she smiled “if you hadn’t caught me I would have hit my head on the door handle.”

The incident broke the ice somewhat, putting all the blame for the situation on the shoulders of the Rail Company I turned to face her and smiled.

“Glad to have been of some service.” I said.

At that moment the train jerked again, I fell back onto the lower berth, narrowly missing banging my head on the upper berth; the woman fell on top of me with a surprised exclamation. Apologising she started to rise and was thrown from her feet once again as the train jerked violently to a stop. Her face was only a few inches from mine, we gazed at each other for a moment and then began laughing, the situation was funny I had to admit. After a while I became aware of her body on mine as we laughed, she must have felt the same for she rolled over and struggled to sit on the bunk beside me.

“We apologise” a voice came over the intercom “for the motions of the train. The line ahead has been blocked, a work crew are already at work clearing the line and we will resume our journey as soon as possible.”

“Well,” the woman sighed, “it seems our trip will be longer than expected.”

“I don’t know about you,” I commented “but I could do with something to settle my nerves.”

Wincing I reached into my bag and took out my flask of whisky, opening it I offered it to my companion. Smiling her thanks she took the flask, took a long pull, swallowed and coughed. She handed the flask escort kadıköy back to me and I took a deep satisfying slug of the fiery liquid, quickly followed by another. Remembering my manners I offered the flask to her again, she accepted the offer and took a long pull from the flask before handing it back to me. Resisting the temptation to take another swig I closed the flask and returned it to my case, rising I prepared to climb into the upper berth and the train jerked into motion. This time I landed on her.

“It seems,” she said looking up at me with a little smile “that we are fated to be thrown together.”

The train was rocking and swaying so much that I made no effort to regain my feet, in fact it was all I could do to stay where I was, not that where I lay was by any means unpleasant. As we were jostled and rolled together on the bunk I felt myself becoming aroused, her breasts were pressing into my chest and my lower body was rubbing against her pussy as she thrust open her legs in an effort to stay on the bunk. Gradually the motion of the train smoothed, but I felt no urgent desire to move, I looked into the woman’s eyes and saw my own arousal mirrored there. Her head rose to meet mine as I bent down, our lips meeting in a mutual embrace, her body pressing against mine as the kiss drew out.

Some unmeasured time later our lips parted, I rose and she rose to stand beside me, without a word she took off her robe then her nightgown while I took off my pyjamas. She melted into my arms, her lips warm, demanding on mine, her body, soft, and enticing against my skin. Reaching up I cupped her breasts, catching the nipples between my fingers and squeezing gently, a low moan of excitement came from her throat. I felt a hand sliding between us to close on my prick; it was my turn to moan with pleasure as her hand slowly ran up and down on my hard flesh. Sliding one of my hands down over her skin I sought and found her pussy, gently I probed her with a finger, her juices covering my digit as soon as it was pressed into her, as I matched the motion of her hand the woman’s lower body began to move with me. My thumb came to rest on a hard pebble of flesh, the woman gasped into my mouth, her tongue thrusting between my lips, gently I rubbed the hard little button and she pressed even tighter to me.

Quite how it happened I’ll never know, but one moment we were standing in the centre of the compartment, the next we were in the lower berth; my body on top of hers; her hand guiding my prick into her pussy. With a sigh of pleasure I began to move my hardness within her, our bodies moving in unison, our lips still locked together, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. Gradually our movements became faster, our lips parted and she gave a low cry of excitement, then her head fell onto my shoulder. I could feel her lips kissing my flesh as I thrust into her, the motion of the train adding to our pleasure. Then she was shuddering, her pussy spasming around my prick, exciting me so much that with a last thrust I climaxed, my semen erupting deep inside her shaking body.

“God!” she breathed as she felt the warmth of my seed enter her.

Our movements slowed, my prick, nestling inside her I pushed my upper body up and looked at the woman’s face, she looked contentedly up at me, her eyes widening with both surprise and pleasure as I began to thrust in her again. Minutes later she began to struggle against me, reluctantly I let her push me away, my prick, hard and aching for release pointing at the compartment ceiling as I sat up. My disappointment faded a second later as she leant over to take my prick deep into her mouth, her tongue pressing bostancı escort against my shaft, I felt a tremor of delight run through me as the woman’s head began to bob up and down. Twisting myself I leant down far enough to reach her pussy with my mouth, a sticky mixture of her juices and mine coating my tongue as I licked her pussy from end to end then probed at her hole. Soon she began to shudder, her mouth becoming insistent around my flesh, her pussy pushing tight to my mouth. Then I felt my prick twitch and the hot surge of my seed rising to gush into her mouth, her mouth surging down on me as I filled it. For some moments we lay locked in this way, our mutual orgasms freezing our minds and bodies with their sensations, then, with a gasp, she released my prick. I sat up, licking her juices from my lips and she sat up beside me doing the same.

“I don’t” she said breathlessly some minutes later “know what came over me, but I’m not sorry.”

I felt the same, in fact I wished to go on throughout the night, reaching out I took her chin and turned her head to me, leaning over I kissed her and once again she melted against me. Throughout the night we made love together, exploring each other with hand and mouth, our bodies eagerly entwining time and time again until we at last fell into an exhausted slumber side by side on the lower berth.

When I woke she was gone. Almost believing it had been a dream I rose, freshened myself in the tiny cubicle then dressed. Half an hour later the train pulled into the Paris central station, a porter appeared to take my bag and within minutes I was outside the station, I had seen no sign of my companion throughout the process. With an effort I put the woman out of my mind and hailed a taxi which quickly bore me to the house that was to be my home for the next year or longer. Settling in took only a few hours and I went out to see the sights and, though a desperate hope, to see if I could spot my companion from the train. By the time I returned to the house I was tired and footsore, the disappointment within me at not finding any trace of the woman was totally out of all proportion. Yet I felt that something had gone from my life when I had woken alone. The weekend passed slowly, my time taken up with mooning around, my thoughts constantly reliving that one night of bliss. Early on the Monday morning I made my way to the Embassy and reported for my first day as Trade Attaché.

“Glad to have you with us Parrish.” the ambassador greeted me in his office “I knew your father well. Good man, good man.”

Half an hour of pleasantries followed before one of the assistants was able to show me to my office.

“”Your secretary, Miss Watson, is through that door,” the man said pointing at a closed door on the other side of the room “she is running an errand at the moment, but should be back in a few minutes.”

Thanking the man I sat behind my desk and leafed through the files already on the desk, there was nothing complicated about any of them and I found my mind wandering. From the other side of the door to my secretary’s office I heard the scrape of a drawer; it seemed an appropriate time to meet the woman that had been assigned to me. Pressing the intercom button I spoke into the instrument.

“Miss Watson, could you spare a few minutes?”

“Certainly Mr Parrish.” a half familiar voice replied.

Seconds later the door opened and with a swish of her skirt Miss Watson entered the room, a notepad in her hand. My heart skipped a beat as I saw that Miss Watson and my companion on the train were one and the same, her notepad fell to the floor as she recognised me, and then we were laughing! Closing the door she hurried across the room to me. Our lips met for a moment, the magic spark still there, then she sat in the chair beside me. As we exchanged Christian names I sat back and looked at her, I was looking forward to a long and happy association with Mary Watson.