Lake of Tears III

 It was a fairly warm day in early summer. Hamburg main station, platform 13b… I was waiting for the Flensburg express to Flensburg. After the block lessons during the week, I was glad that we got off work on time that Friday. My training as a chemical-technical laboratory assistant was in full swing.
At the time, I was in my late twenties and trying to reorient myself as part of retraining. It was an inopportune time because my girlfriend was seven months pregnant. In terms of relationships, time put us to a tough test. Of course, I was looking forward to the weekends and was happy when the lesson blocks were over. On the said Friday, there were still two weeks of block tuition ahead of me before I returned to the training company in Flensburg. Most of our trainees were of course younger and accordingly dressed casually.

I, on the other hand, wanted to wear something sensible at least on the weekend and stood on the platform with pleated trousers and my shirt unbuttoned in very hot temperatures. One more cigarette and then the train should be ready for boarding. I looked back over the week in my head. Actually, the block lessons were not that bad, because you had the whole week to concentrate on the subject matter.
Sometimes you sat together in the evening and chatted. But the boys and girls who studied with me were all around twenty years old. The risk of falling short was rather small, although there was a very sweet one among us. But I was forgiven and soon to be a father. My wife Jessica was automatically jealous, of course, but had no reason to be. A loud whistle and a yellow locomotive with orange-blue wagons whizzed past us. I looked at the clusters of people who had already placed themselves in the corresponding sections.

So I was able to get in at the very back to have some peace and quiet in a compartment after almost all of the compartments were occupied. I stubbed out my cigarette butt and threw the backpack over my shoulder to get on the train. My reasoning was correct. Almost all compartments were occupied. There was a vacant compartment in the back of the train. I got that and sat down at the window seat against the direction of travel. The wagons of the "Flex", as the rail link in Schleswig-Holstein was called, were old and had only been rebuilt. So you had the advantage of the six-person compartments with the bistro car and an at-the-seat service, as known from the IC, ICE and EC trains. Then the announcement came on the platform:
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hamburg Central Station. The Flex to Flensburg was made available for you on platform 13b! ”Followed by an announcement from the train driver:“ Hello, dear passengers. I warmly welcome you to the Flensburg Express from Hamburg main station to Flensburg with stops in Neumünster, Nortorf, Rendsburg, Owschlag, Schleswig, Jübek and Tarp. Our terminus is then Flensburg. You will find our bistro car at the beginning of the train between first and second class. Alternatively, please use our at-the-seat service. The food truck will then serve you on site with cold and warm drinks and small snacks. Our next scheduled stop is Neumünster. We wish you a pleasant journey! "
The train started. In the first few minutes after leaving the covered train station, the sun hit the window. I plugged my MP3 player headphones into my ears and listened to Laith Al-Deen. When I heard the title “Meilenweit” I always thought of caipirinha and lots of sun on a blue lagoon. I closed my eyes and let the sun shine on my skin. I was almost dozing off when the door opened. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how a young lady moved into the compartment and said briefly: "Hello". She sat across from the other window seat and smiled.

It wasn't my way of looking after other women, but this young lady sat right across from me and on the train, if she wanted to Flensburg, for over two hours. I tried to doze off again. Laith Al-Deen's album was great. At some point shortly before Neumünster the snack wheelchair reached us. The train crew opened the door of the compartment and asked. "Would you like anything?" The young lady shook her head and looked out the window again. She also had headphones in her ears.
I treated myself to a coffee. Warm things should be fought with warm things, I thought. Unfortunately, the coffee wasn't just warm, it was hot. So I put it on the little folding table by the window. The young lady was watching me, I only noticed that at that moment. I looked at her and smiled. Then I went back to the window. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. If things continued like this, I would have to sail out of Flensburg because of the warmth. The young lady's eyes did not leave me. I closed my eyes and listened to my music.
Every now and then I sipped my coffee. Then I saw that the young lady was dozing in front of her, leaning against the window. So I was able to take a long look at her over a sip of coffee without noticing ... Loose jeans, a casual denim jacket, a tight top and Converse casual shoes in black and white, she looked cool in her clothes. I didn't think she was more than twenty years old. I shouldn't look too closely, but I couldn't help it.

She was cute with her shoulder-length hair and pretty young face. Suddenly I opened my eyes. Our eyes met, how embarrassing for me. I thought she would look away then, but no, she looked at me and smiled. Gray-blue eyes, how cute ... So, Thomas ... Stop flirting now. I closed my eyes again and listened for the umpteenth time to the track "Meilenweit". The train stopped in Neumünster and Nortorf. My last sip of coffee, which I used again to look at the girl. When I opened my eyes, those cute eyes looked at me.

She stared into my face and it was only when I smiled that she noticed how she was looking at me all the time. She smiled back, embarrassed, and so she held my gaze. Then we both looked out the window and looked at each other again. This young lady had something. Perhaps it was the eyes, or rather that slim, pretty body that unfolded on the seat with its legs apart, one leg on the heater cover under the window. In the meantime I had dozed off again and woke up in Schleswig, where I was again devoured with looks. It was a real flirt with our eyes.

I couldn't look away. So our eyes met every few minutes and especially when the train stopped at the stations and a few passengers kept opening the door of our compartment. We both rolled our eyes, because then the togetherness would have been over. That then happened at the last train station before Flensburg. Tarp brought us an elderly couple into the compartment, who sat down next to the young lady. She had to take her bag away but didn't let that stop her from flirting with me further.

We reached Flensburg train station with a pounding heart. A few more minutes and the young lady with the pink, glossy lips and blue eyes would disappear. I put my headphones around my neck and grabbed my backpack. The young lady grabbed her bag and got up. She reached the compartment door ahead of me. I stood behind her and held onto the handholds. Our bodies touched briefly and she turned her head to me. Shining eyes looked at me. A smile that wanted to tell me something lay in front of me. A few seconds of sheer madness lay between us, then the train stopped. She yanked the compartment door open and gallantly trudged to the door to get off the train.
I came out of the car after her and looked around the platform for her. She was standing at the stairs and was about to go downstairs. She smiled again and I had to hurry if I wanted to see another look from her. I ran down the stairs and into the station lobby. But I didn't see her anymore. I looked around the whole station, but she was gone. What else should I expect?
I had to go home someday anyway. My friend, who was heavily pregnant, was waiting there. I hadn't done anything bad. A little flirting was probably allowed. My car was parked in the parking lot in front of the train station. But first I had to take a deep breath. I crossed the street to the park and sat on the bench. A cigarette in peace, that was what I needed ...

What a bummer, why are so many people walking around the train station on Friday lunchtime? I had just seen him, now he's gone? It's a pity, because on the train I thought he'd be interested in me. Julia, Julia, I thought. How could you believe that at some point you would find a nice guy. I went to the bus stop, but the bus home was gone. I lived in Mürwik. The next bus didn't leave until half an hour later. I was a little angry because I missed my bus because of running around in the train station. I didn't have a car, let alone a driver's license. I wasn't quite 18 years old either. My birthday wasn't until three months later ...

I strolled across the street and went under the trees in the park so that the sun wouldn't shine directly on my head. It was terribly hot and I took off my denim jacket to tie it around my waist. When I got up and wiped the sweat off my forehead, I couldn't believe my eyes. The nice guy from the train was actually sitting on the park bench smoking a cigarette.
I smiled. He had such hot brown eyes, I really liked that. His eyes went through my marrow and bone on the train. I strolled very slowly towards the bench and gathered my courage. Just don't pinch, Julia, I thought. Then suddenly I was standing in front of him. He looked at my shoes, up his legs until our eyes met. I must have had a great grin on my face. If something developed out of that, it would be my first relationship in ... wait a minute ... two years? ... Couldn't be. Well, maybe yes. I was still a virgin, but I didn't necessarily have to tell him that right away, did I?

I was glad he was still there. "Hi!" He spoke to me. Oh god, I was embarrassed. "Hi!" I stammered. “Until you are in… in…” He interrupted me: “Been on the train? Yes!"
"Um, missed the bus too?" I asked, wrapping my finger in my shoulder-length hair. "What? Bus? Um ... no ... I mean ... "he said. Shit, now I had embarrassed him too. Julia, you can remove your make-up if you keep talking nonsense. Bus, what nonsense. He must have had a car. And of course a girlfriend. Why didn't he just say that, then I could have saved myself all this. I sat down on the bench next to him. At least that way I couldn't tip over if he turned me down. I also had weak knees. Julia, he's too old for you anyway, it rushed through my head. He was probably already 22 or 24 years old. What should an older guy do with a brat like me? I thought of the worst and prepared myself to be rebuffed. I looked at the floor and became increasingly nervous. "And you?" He asked.
"Missed the bus?" I looked at him. Oh god, those eyes! What should I say? "Yes, unfortunately ... Um ... Well, you're still here! “Oh God, Julia, what are you talking about? “The next bus to Mürwik won't come for an hour!” He took my hand very carefully and looked at me. “Sorry, my name is Thomas!” That was it Julia, now you can pack up, I thought. "Um, yes ... Julia!" I said and looked into his eyes.

The eyes went deep. We looked at each other. I had a very dry throat and unconsciously licked my lips. He watched it and said, "It's warm today, isn't it!" I nodded, embarrassed, and tried to say something. “Yes, I don't feel like going home either!” He smiled and said: “You know what? Me neither! ”I looked at him in surprise and licked my lips again. "And now?" I asked. My hands were shaking and I nervously shook my leg. "Are you nervous?" He asked with a smile. That was a bit uncomfortable for me. Suddenly I stopped my leg and looked at him. He got up and held out his hand to me. I put my hand in his.
“Come on, we're going somewhere! We just get on the bus and drive to the end of the line! ”I looked up at him and let myself be pulled up. My legs were still a bit wobbly, so I almost bumped into him. I looked him in the eye again. He had caught me with his hands on my hips. His warm fingers were on my bare skin on my hip. At that moment I was glad that I was only wearing one bustier. I put my hands in his arms and smiled sheepishly. "Um ... sorry ..." With that I probably embarrassed him too.

He looked down and avoided my gaze. “But I don't know which bus is going next!” I said. Then he looked me in the eye again. Wow, his look ... So, Julia, either now or never. I approached his lips. Suddenly our lips touched. They slid very gently over each other and then separated again. Madness, and I barely knew his name. I should be ashamed of myself. I turned my face away and looked at the floor. "Um ... yes! Sorry! ", I cleared my throat and asked:" Shall we go then? "

But suddenly I felt his fingers on my cheek. Thomas turned my head back to look at me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. Suddenly he kissed me. Everything about me softened. Our lips met, our tongues met, and then it happened. We smooched. But at that moment a bus whizzed up the cobblestone street. Thomas grabbed my hand and said: "Come on Julia, we can do it!" Then we ran hand in hand to the bus stop.
We got in and grinned at each other. "And where are you going now?" I asked. Then the bus driver called from his cab: “Marienhölzung!” Thomas laughed. "Do you see? There you have the answer. Let's just be crazy! ”I grabbed his hand tightly and laughed. Sure, I was crazy to hang out with a complete stranger. But my gut told me I had to do it. And the way it felt, it was right for me. My heart danced. The bus drove off and rocked us standing passengers through Flensburg, ZOB, Burgplatz, Marienhölzung ... It was the end of the line. We had to get out.
"And now?" I asked standing in front of him at the bus stop. "Well what!" He said. I grabbed his hand firmly again and stood there rooted to the spot. "How go for a walk!" He said and took a step forward. I was holding his hand. He turned to me and took another step towards me. Then he gave me a kiss and said, "Of course, how could I forget ... like this, and now let's go for a walk!"

I thought that was so cute. So we walked down the Marienhölzung to the old restaurant in the forest, then left and approached the swan pond. We hadn't spoken a single word, but we kept grinning at each other. At the swan pond we paused for a moment and kissed deeply. When we got on the bus, I thought I had just an hour to convince him that he had a crush on me. But at the swan pond it felt like time stood still. We made out and hugged each other. "This has never happened to me!" He whispered. I was reassured because something like this had never happened to me either. Love at first sight?
After a while we noticed an old couple watching us and whispered, “Look, what a lovely couple. Love must be beautiful! ”Then more and more people passed us. Hand in hand we strolled down the old hiking trail to the Wildgatter and on to a small moor lake. Nobody had come towards us for a few minutes. I went to the bank of the little lake and stared at the water. "I've never been here!" I said.

Thomas approached from behind and put his hands around my loins. Then he hugged me completely and kissed my neck. "What is that?" I asked with a soft sigh. Thomas said: “I don't know, but it feels nice!” I closed my eyes and let myself be kissed. His hands caressed my stomach. I could have screamed with happiness. It was wonderful. His hands felt like they knew me well. Small circles drew his fingertips over my bare skin. We smooched and I gasped. I was totally excited and of course also excited when he gently pushed his fingers under my bustier,

to caress my chest. I sighed softly and stroked his hands and arms. Thomas was standing so close to me that I felt something hard in his pants on my thigh. He had pushed up my bustier and was caressing my breasts. Then his fingers moved on to my jeans. He had loosened his belt and opened the top button.
"What are you doing with me?" I hissed. Between our kisses, he stammered: "I want to feel you very close!" His tender fingers wandered into my open jeans, under my panties and then I got really excited about him. Very lovingly he stroked my labia until his fingertip slipped between them. Then I felt my panties getting wet. With a quiet "Aaaahhh" I sank to my knees and Thomas with me. I reached around my waist and touched his pants. What he had to offer stood stiff under these pleated trousers. I just had to free it. But I had never done that before. I was curious and pulled the fly open. Then stroked his underpants.

Hard to believe that something so stiff would be stuck in me at some point. Thomas had pushed my pants and panties down to my knees and was again gently stroking me between the legs, while I had freed his best piece from his underpants and massaged it carefully.
Pffff… Aaaahh… I had a strange but nice feeling. Thomas knew exactly how to touch me. I took my hand from his member and placed it on the front of his hand, which gently caressed me between the legs. It was crazy. Vaginal fluid wetted the skin around my vagina. When my fingers were on his, I felt how wet I must have been. Just a few more minutes and he'd have me, I thought. But Thomas put his stiff member between my thighs under my vagina. Then he rubbed a little on me so that his glans slid on my labia. That made me crazy. Lust arose in me. Again deep kisses and a low whisper. "I've never had anything like it ..." But Thomas kissed me and stroked me until I twitched.

My knees were weak. I shiver. Thomas rubbed himself against me with gentle strokes, so that I jumped forward. I propped up my hands and landed in the wet grass in front of me. He probably won't, I thought and said: "Thomas ... Thomas ... Please ..." Please no, I wanted to say, but then he put his hands on my hips and let his member slide into my wet, stroked vagina. Then he grabbed my loins a little tighter and something very hard pushed into my abdomen. I screamed and then I closed my eyes.
Thomas was in me. He paused and whispered, “You feel incredibly beautiful!” I would have to lie if I said that he didn't feel beautiful, but he was the first to make me feel like this. I tried to relax. I felt the smallest movement that he made in me. Suddenly he moved inside me and then he caressed my bottom, my skin up my back, while his member gave me careful pushes. It moved slowly at first, then a little faster, which made my abdomen twitch. Thomas groaned and I also tore my mouth open, while he hit me harder and harder and sunk his long member in me. Then I felt a surge of pleasure and cried out.

Thomas stopped the thrusts and slid deep into me again, then pulled my upper body back towards him. “I moaned softly and leaned against him. Then I heard him moan in my ear as his hands hugged me and his member popped out of my labia. I lowered my head and saw how a white shot from his glans ******* e peeped out between my legs. I reached under his member and smiled.
Secretly I thought, so you're my first! On closer inspection I noticed a bloody mark on his ribbon. Shit, how deep was he inside of me? I didn't realize he'd hurt me. "Are you okay?" Thomas whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. "It was nice ..." I whispered. Thomas whispered: “Yes, that was it!” Then I continued: “My first time!” I kissed him and got up again. Then I felt guilty. I quickly got dressed and gave him another quick kiss. “We shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry, I have to go! ”He didn't even know what was happening to him. With his trousers open he stood in front of me and said: “What, how? When will I see you again? Where do you live? Do you have a phone number? ”I looked at him and just wanted to leave. "Forget me!" I said.

“Then tomorrow, at least at this time, I will drive into the parking lot behind Wallsbüll on the B199. So that we can meet again! ”
But I ran off and shouted:“ I'm sorry, but I'm only 17 years old. I do not have a driving license. Just forget me! ”I had tears in my eyes and felt that I was being watched. The whole time I had the feeling that someone was watching. With tears running I ran back and forth through the forest to the restaurant ...

I had just watched the lovers play at the lake of tears when I accidentally rustled the leaves of a bush. Shit, now they both knew that I was watching them. The young girl ran away. She cried? Weren't they a couple at all? I looked through my binoculars one more time and watched as the man dressed again and looked around frantically. Did he notice me? Maybe not. He knelt where his seed had dripped on the wet grass. He reached into the grass and swore, "What a bummer!" Then he stared at the lake and raised his hand. The girl's friendship bracelet was in his fingers.

He threw it into the Lake of Tears and shouted, “Then you take it. I will never tell You are now the only one who knows what happened here! ”The lake picked up the friendship bracelet in its water and made it disappear into the depths. Then the young man disappeared and silence spread over the edge of the Lake of Tears ...