Later on, Andrew could hardly remember at which point things became "interesting" that night. Maybe when he dared the girl with "Wish I'd saw how flexible you are", and she answered without hesitation "Want me to show?" And, gosh, if she showed!
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That was a usual night train in a cold Ukrainian night: pretty crowded at starting station, but as everyone took their compartments, and relatives and friends of travelers left the car, it turned out there were not that many people traveling on November Tuesday. In Andrew's compartment, there were only two of them (out of four places): himself and Nadya, slightly younger than him, pretty friendly and talkative.
With this freedom of the entire compartment left for two young and cheerful people, there's nothing strange that chit-chat emerged even before the train really departed. Usual thing: some jokes about trains, and terminals, and weather-very simple, but ensuring the common "dictionary"-then some more common topics are found, like the same rock bands they loved and even visited one recent concert simultaneously, then "tell me something about yourself" stuff... No real interest in each other, rather a happiness to find someone of "your circle" and joy of an easy road chatter.
Nadya was a student, studying arts or something like this, and Andrew, though only a year and a half older yet already graduated, behaved slightly like "an older companion". He proposed to share the bottle of cheap red wine he frequently took with him to smoothen boring nights in trains, and the proposition was willingly accepted, adding to the joyfulness and easiness of talks. There was a well-known effect of "accidental fellow traveler": when you know you'll never see each other again, it is easy to tell the things you'd never tell to an acquaintance or even friend. Everything is lightweight and unreal, so easy to forget...
Andrew suddenly found himself explaining complex matters about his preferences in books and sex (only two things that really mattered to him at that age), and Nadya turned out to be a really fitting and open partner to talk about those topics. Both had seemingly enjoyed the conversation, which could jump from new Ukrainian poetry to image of own body in this poetry, to image of their bodies Andrew and Nadya had in their heads (and how they've differ between males and females), to sudden Nadya's acknowledgement that anal sex is painful for her but allows to play with gender roles, imagining herself a young androgynous boy... and back to modern poetry with appropriate citation, without any pause or embarrassment.
The situation started to turn Andrew on, to the least. He suddenly became aware of how Nadya looked, not only what they talked about. She had-according to her own opinion-almost androgynous body, slim and with small curves, dressed in a short green woolen dress and black woolen tights underneath (really cold November!). The narrow funny face was framed by locks of blonde-to-red hair, which were in a decent ponytail at the start, but with more wine and warmer air in compartment got out if it and danced wildly when she enthusiastically told something. She was not "beautiful like painting" by any means, but she was young, and lively, and nice, and some part of Andrew's mind already anticipated how he will fantasize about this girl someday in future. Almost automatically, he became somewhat flirtatious, even to risky edges-though it still was just the way of talking, nothing more, and it seemed both of them understood it equally.
And then, the conversation came to Nadya's yoga studies. Faithfully, she had already mentioned yoga several times, but Andrew mostly neglected it, considering fitness topics as boring. But at some point, Nadya became to explain inspiredly, how her relationship with own body and her awareness of life came from yoga, and it was all really new and interesting (and it was all around her body, which also was important at that point). It turned out Nadya is practicing yoga for several years, and it changed her significantly, so currently her level of practice was pretty high and new horizons of understanding and using her body had opened for her almost daily.
"This should change your sex life significantly", mentioned Andrew among other things, and it turned out to be a sensitive point. Nadya still hasn't met partner fully appreciating her attention to body and urge towards investigating its abilities and limitations, pushing the borders and experimenting. That was exactly the moment when Andrew said the phrase, changing their evening: "They are fools. The girl who mastered her body and aware of it, it a great gift. (after slight pause, with change of tone to dreamy) Wish I'd saw how flexible you are". And her immediate answer: "Want me to show?"
Then, without waiting for Andrew's (obvious) answer, Nadya freed her legs of hard autumn boots, and raised those long legs in black woolen tights: first straight to Andrew, then parted them and raised them higher in a wide V shape. All the time she looked in Andrew's eyes (they sat on opposite bunks of the compartment, merely two feet from each other), and he tried to return the look, yet couldn't help himself but look time-to-time between her parted legs. All he could see was just a black wool of her thick tights under lifted up short dress, but he still can't draw his glance from this area, almost feeling like he would see something... Everything became even harder when Nadya, with visible ease, raised her legs and placed feet behind her head. She now sat (or lied? or how it can be called?) with her back leaned against the wall, almost folded in double, with her ass sticking towards Andrew.
Then he did something even himself couldn't expect. Maybe it was wine, or openness of their speeches, or frustration of her pose showing almost everything and still nothing... But he just-in one confident motion-reached beneath Nadya, grabbed her tights and pulled them from her ass and up her raised legs, exposing her buttocks, then her crotch (either he did more than wanted, or it was exactly what he wanted, but her panties were also caught up in his movements and now were with her tights around her thighs).
"Hey!!", yelled Nadya with such a real irritation, Andrew at once felt regret for his escapade. But in the next second cold part of his mind noted, that despite her irritated yell, Nadya hasn't moved a bit, still having her ankles around her neck, and... And having her pussy exposed the way Andrew had never seen before and admired at once (so, that "cold" part of his mind was very, very small part).
She was clean shaved, with small pink lips, widely parted and stretched, with her opening being really open. And very wet. Andrew had several seconds to enjoy the sight, and note her clitoris looking out from under its hood, and a drop of her juices flowing towards her anus, clearly visible. Then Nadya said, now in Very Soft Voice: "Check if the door is closed". Andrew checked and turned the door-knob. "Now, turn off the lights", continued Nadya in the same soft voice. Andrew obliged, with a trace of regret: now he would not see her so clear. But he was still seeing her: there was multitude of road lights outside, everything inside compartment was illuminated with bouncing spots of light. (But now, due to lights inside turned off, anything in the compartment will not be visible outside, he understood.)
While he performed her requests, Nadya just sat there, and she seemed pretty comfortable in this strange pose, with feet behind her head, with naked ass... Like she just practicing her asana, breathing deeply and rhythmically. Andrew could not (and did not want to) stop himself from touching her, but she stopped his hand with serious and almost angry "Don't!" He froze, surprised. "Not hands", she said now in soft voice again, "your mouth, please".
