The trip to Ulm

 Fortunately, I decided at short notice to book first class. The train to Ulm, which at normal times is at most half full, threatened today to burst. It was Christmas holidays, a real migration of winter sports enthusiasts was moving into the Alps; The end of the train was Munich, which in a sense represented the hub for winter vacationers.

It was almost impossible to fight your way through the crowds that were besieging even the corridors of the ICE, there had to be two or three cars before the quiet of the more exclusive class of the train awaited me, hopefully. I wanted to make some preparations for my appointment, work through some files on the laptop, even if I had booked second class with a seat reservation, undisturbed work would probably not have been possible in the second.

Finally the time had come, the door to the first class closed behind me, making the hustle and bustle and noise of the second class disappear like a protective shield. To my astonishment, however, the first class was also well booked, almost every compartment was well filled with travelers or at least fully booked with seat reservations. I couldn't make a reservation in the short time, it would actually be unnecessary, as I was told at the counter.
Looking for an at least partially free or unreserved compartment, I wandered through the first class coaches, and was about to give up my hopes when I finally discovered a compartment that met my expectations. Only one passenger was using the compartment at the time, or should I say passenger. I caught my breath at the sight of her, which was presented to me through the panes of glass. It had to have come from a fashion magazine or from a model contest.
Her blond, curly hair that flowed slightly over her shoulders made me rave, her blouse brought out her perfect body without being intrusive or overly provocative. The shortness of her skirt gave me a view of the most wonderful, perfectly formed legs that I have probably seen in my whole life. . Nervously, with a big loo in my throat, I pushed open the door to the compartment. “Excuse me,” I began, “is everything reserved for you too?” "No, apart from my seat, everything is still free," she smiled at me from wonderfully shaped lips, discreetly made up, almost an invitation to kiss her. “Then please allow me”. The door closed behind me with a gentle push, a light cloud of her provocative perfume enveloped me; I almost said

I sat right across from her, unpacked the laptop while she went back to her magazine.
No matter how hard I tried, concentrated work was out of the question in her presence. Again and again I stroked her slender legs with my eyes, literally caressed them, was captivated by the sight of them. Her small breasts drew a magical attraction to my greedy looks, in my mind my tongue played with them, caressed, my hands kneaded her bust size.
The sight of it captivated me more than my files, completely unfocused I put the laptop aside, leaned back comfortably in the soft seat, pretended to be asleep, but always had at least one eye on the wonderful sight that was almost within my grasp close, in the seat opposite.

The more my eyes caressed her body, the more my thoughts wandered, wild, wicked thoughts in which there was only room for her and me. Images danced in my mind's eye; we made love in the setting sun, lapped by the waves of the sea, we surrendered to our passion in a lonely mountain hut, warmed by the crackling fire of an open fireplace.

She must have long since noticed how much my looks tried to flatter her, the slight bulge in my pants was too revealing. Even with her concentration on her fashion magazine it didn't seem too far off. She came to me, the longer my eyes rested on her, nervous of, excited, nervous. Her right hand found its way onto her thigh, but did not rest there, but began, calmly, to stroke the thigh, already pushing the hem of her skirt, which was already frighteningly tight, upwards bit by bit. It was no longer necessary for me to puzzle over how her stockings were held, her suspenders had long since revealed themselves, the sight of which made my emotions boil, my blood boil. I didn't know how far she wanted to take this game how far did she want to go with her breathtaking performance? The slight bulge in my pants changed to an extreme hardening, which seemed to have no more space in my boxer for a long time, tried vehemently to penetrate the outside. Farther and farther her hand pushed the hem of the skirt up, the small strip of skin between her stockings and the hem of her panties had long been exposed, but the higher her hand pulled the skirt, no panties became visible.
She must have long since noticed how much this spectacle fascinated, aroused, almost magically attracted me. A slight smile played on her lips, she knew that she had caught me at that moment, like a spider caught a fly in its web.
“By the way, I don't have panties on, I never wear one. I love it when the wind plays with me down there, and not just the wind, ”she smiled seductively at me.
As if she wanted to underline her words drastically, she pulled her skirt up completely with a jerk, offering me her abdomen like a particularly exclusive present. Certainly she didn’t play this game for the first time, I’m certainly not the first man she’s maddened in this way, robbed him of all of his senses. At such a moment she had to be fully aware of her effect on her happy victim; she had to know what was going on in her male counterpart at such a moment.
My eyes were glued to her clean-shaven Venus, to the slight elevation of her hill. The pressure that was building up in my pants was no longer bearable, that was clear to me. Something that urgently wanted out was bracing itself vehemently against the fabric, trying to push for freedom.
All my concerns had long since jumped overboard, I tried no longer to hide my gaze, no longer looked at her paradise with half-open eyes, but stared at it. It was unlikely that at that moment she didn't know what she was doing to me, how much she was shaking my emotions.
Her thighs opened a small gap that was getting bigger and wider from second to second, giving me an ever-increasing view of their paradise. The gate to her love paradise lay before my eyes like a young, dew-covered rose in the early morning, ready to unfold its leaves, to reveal itself completely to the gaze of its beholder. Its glittering liquid covered its leaves like young dew, eager to be kissed away by an early butterfly. How I would have loved to have been this butterfly, nibbling on its dew, fluttering through her garden of earthly delights.
She knew for sure what was happening to me at that moment, knew that at that moment my feelings, which I was no longer master, dominated. Her hand, which had just seductively pulled up her skirt, began to caress her Venus, I could almost physically feel the excitement that rose in her, the unbelievable pleasure that must have befallen her. Her fingers slid deeper, caressed her trembling labia, opened the curtains that covered her paradise. One of her slender fingers easily penetrated, accompanied by a long-lasting, lustful sigh from her half-open mouth into the depths of her sultry grotto. She began to play with herself, forgetting herself, her finger glistening, covered with the nectar of her lust.

I noticed, felt that she was not only playing with me, that she enjoyed it no less than I, that she knew in every moment what was going on in me and in every moment her lustful feelings, her hot, self-forgotten game with me wanted to present her indomitable lust.
And now I finally knew, felt it almost physically, what lust burned in her, felt what greed and excitement gained the upper hand in her body.

The most daring ideas and notions spread inside me, even no longer able to form a clear thought, to think purposefully. Hot greed dominated my thinking, me, who was no longer able to form otherwise clear thoughts, except for one thing: I had to have her, now, here and today, had to penetrate with my pleasure stick where her fingers were still for Caused arousal, had to be the butterfly itself, sucking up its love nectar with its tongue. The crackling of the air in the compartment was almost omnipresent. I almost felt like I was in the heated air shortly before the discharge of a cleansing thunderstorm, the humidness, the moist warmth of the air became downright unbearable.

"Come on, how many more invitations do you need?" I heard her lustful voice out of a fog. There was a sparkle in her mascara made-up eyes that revealed all her lust to me. Your request came at exactly the right time. I wouldn't have been able to control myself for a long time. I almost tore my pants off my body while she began to get rid of her annoying clothes. She couldn't unbutton her blouse anymore, she practically tore it from her body so that her buttons jumped in all directions. There was no bra that could be opened, no textile hid the view of her wonderfully shaped, small breasts with the full of excitement fixed nipples. Her skirt ended up in some corner of the compartment, only the real nylons, held by her highly erotic suspenders, she kept on. "Finally," she cheered, before my trembling hardening was enveloped by her lips and disappeared deep into her mouth.
I no longer knew whether we had even closed the curtains of the compartment before we fell on each other like two lions over a juicy gazelle. At that moment, however, the whole train could have watched us, there was nothing more important for us than our pure lust for each other. I wanted her just as she wanted me. Her tongue performed a wild dance on my permanent lollipop, played with the swollen, dark blue discolored glans, slid over my shaft, made me moan, scream with wild, untamed lust. Over and over again my love muscle disappeared in her mouth, it trembled and trembled with wild excitement.
She winced when my hand slipped into her crotch, opened her closed rose petals, a finger made its way into her moist center. Unbridled moans accompanied his penetration into her highly eruptive crater, my lips seemed to burn themselves into her body, deeper, deeper and deeper, my kisses moved over her tender skin, chasing one lustful shiver after the other through her. It must have been an explosion for her when my tongue plunged deep into her fragrant femininity, tasted the taste of her lust, savored it, the finest drop she was ever allowed to taste.
She literally clung to me, pulled my head against her excited, trembling abdomen, pressed it against my pampering mouth as if she was afraid of missing something. Her moans turned into a scream of wild, unbridled lust; even if the curtains of the compartment had been closed, everyone out there would know what was going on in our compartment at that moment.

A first, light orgasm seemed to seize her, dragging her with it into his lustful realm. He could not satisfy her lust, her desire, it only seemed to fuel her, make her even wilder. Her legs still clasped my head, brought it into the most comfortable position for her, let her savor her unbridled ferocity until the hot end. Again and again my tongue thrust into her grotto, played with the trembling labia, the hard swollen pearl, in order to plunge back into her moist warmth, the sultriness of her lust.

“Let me feel you”, asked me, stretching her abdomen towards me, looking at me out of her greedy eyes, the make-up of which had already largely liquefied. Slowly I penetrated her, her moisture received me, let me slide deep into her, before I began to pamper her with gentle, tender thrusts. She, whose name I still didn't know, let her pelvis circled, literally danced to the rhythm of my staff, which set the pace. She pulled me to her, literally clutched me; our lips joined as our abdomen performed their wild ecstatic dance, the dance of pleasure and excitement.
I withdrew from her, she turned around, gave me a view of her perfectly formed bottom. "Do it", she invited me, stretched out towards me. I gently put my tip on her rosette, penetrated her, accompanied by a pleasant moan. I already felt that I was not the first to spoil her in this way, her screaming, her wild moaning showed me what seemed to be going on inside her, what fire burned in her, seemed to consume her. We rocked each other up to the climax of the wildest pleasure. I had long since lost all control over myself, felt the tingling, the tugging in my loins.

A wild, unbridled orgasm grabbed me, she too was approaching her climax, let herself be carried away by it. Seldom has a climax pulled me so much that it really shook me. I let out screams, unbridled, full of wild, hot ecstasy, my orgasm had long since subsided, but its aftermath was still shaking my body. I still had my eyes closed, cutting myself off from the world around me; I slowly opened my eyelids, the world, which I had completely left with her in our journey into the universe of lust, had me again. A face looked at me. “You are finally awake. What did you dream of, the way you roared and moaned? May I see your ticket, please? "