I boarded the evening train and quickly found my seat. On a business trip in Europe, I was currently moving from my company's offices in Italy to those in France. The journey was going to take just over five hours. I could have flown but with airport security and everything involved with flying it would have taken just as much time so I opted for the slower, more relaxed journey offered by train.
After a few minutes, I saw a guy in his late twenties or early thirties enter the car and make his way to the seats across from me. I could not take my eyes off him. He was very tall, pushing six and a half feet, with a lean, sinewy body. He had green eyes set in an angular face that possessed a neatly trimmed blonde beard and moustache. Behind him trailed blonde dreadlocks that hung to his ankles. They were not neat ropes but irregular and various sizes of matted of hair that intrigued me. He had a black bandana wrapped around his head to keep them pulled away from his face that I saw also helped to keep them raised off the ground. He wore a plain black t-shirt, loose fitting pants covered with a green camouflage pattern, and a pair of black leather work boots. As he neared, a cloud of not unpleasant yet strong body odor accompanied him. He draped his hair over a shoulder and placed his backpack on the seat next to him as he settled into the window seat across the aisle from me. While he got situated, I saw that his nails were on the long side and varied in length, the longest being about half an inch. Like the rest of him, they appeared irregularly groomed, having a line of dirt under them and more than a few were jagged from breaks. I wondered about his story but realized he had to be a decent guy upon seeing the relatively shiny wedding band on his finger.
Seeing me staring, he smiled and said something to me in a language I didn't understand, guessing it to be German. I tried replying in Italian, then French, ending with Spanish and English but it was obvious he did not understand me. We shrugged and sadly smiled at each other indicating our difficulty communicating then turned away to our own thoughts.
I opened a book that I had brought to read and soon we were moving. With a few hours to kill, I settled in and tuned out the world.
Nearly an hour later, I was brought out of my book by us passing through a long tunnel. The pressure caused by our high rate of travel messed with my ears much the same way ascent and descent did in planes. As I worked to equalize the pressure, I glanced around the car from my seat near the rear. It was slightly more than half full with most people facing the forward direction of travel and only a few of their companions facing backward. When I glanced over to dreadlocks guy, I did a double take.
He was sitting there slowly, almost absentmindedly, masturbating. It wasn't the exposure that surprised me but the size of his erection. Easily in the double digits, it was thicker than I would have expected to find on his narrow body. As he slowly stroked the uncircumcised length, the foreskin easily flowed up over the blunt tip before retracting again. He had obviously been at it for a while because, even from my seat, I could see there was a good amount of wetness seeping from the end and covering the top of the shaft and his fist.
I realized I had been staring too long and looked up to find that I had been caught. His mouth spread in a slow smile that I had to admit I found sexy and I heard him speak again unintelligibly as he continued to stroke himself. He turned slightly toward me giving me a better view that I found myself watching for longer than I should have been doing to a married man, and myself with a serious boyfriend back home. Eventually, I gave him a smile of my own then returned to my book. Almost immediately I heard shifting come from him and looked back to find him making his way toward me.
With no concern for the people in the seats around us, he crossed the aisle with his dick out framed by the fly of his pants. He faced the window and rested one bent leg on the empty seat next to me while the other remained on the floor. He grabbed his cock again and resumed slowly stroking it in front of me as he spoke softly. After a few moments, he shook it at me and said something a bit firmer.
Part of me was terrified by what I assumed was his intent but the rest of me was excited. Though I couldn't understand the words, I understood the meaning. Often traveling alone, I often worried about being assaulted. At 5' 5" and 120 pounds, I was not a large woman. Not self-deprecatingly, I was of average attractiveness with a heart shaped face and deep brown eyes that were framed by chestnut colored hair. He had not acted threateningly, per se, but there was no question what he wanted to happen. I wasn't against random, anonymous sex, but I was not the type to cheat or cause someone to cheat. In any other situation, I would have said no forcefully. However there was something about being on the train, traveling between two countries with a stranger who I couldn't understand that made the experience something that I knew I had to take advantage of.
Apparently I was taking too long because he raised one of his large hands to my head and gently, but insistently, pulled it toward his cock while he moved his hips forward.
Without resisting I took him in. Immediately, my mouth and nose were assaulted by the taste and smell of his unwashed cock. It was musky, sweaty, and salty but I didn't find it unpleasant. Even the strong body odor that surrounded him wasn't sour and fermented but simply smelled of sweat, like he had been working hard that day. In all, it was very masculine and I found myself responding positively to the flavors and scents.
As he thrust into my mouth, he gripped the backs of the seats on either side of him for balance. I saw the guy in front of us look back at the disturbance but quickly face forward again with a blush upon seeing what we were doing. It was obvious the people in the row behind us would be equally aware. Though I worried about the conductor or other personnel being alerted, I didn't stop and it was obvious he wasn't going to either.
Noticing that I was now into the blow job, my unnamed partner slowed his thrusts and allowed me to control the action.
I removed my mouth and licked over his length a few times. His cock was a thick, straight club that had a few raised veins meandering along its length and as my tongue ran over it, I could feel each of the ridges and bumps. My tongue moved to work around the shallow ridge of his crown. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his foreskin over the base of his crown, letting my tongue play inside the covering. I then moved to tease his piss slit, getting a fresh taste of his precum. It was salty and bitter with little of the sweetness I was used to from years of orally servicing my boyfriend. Eventually, I slid his length back inside my mouth and felt him resume gently thrusting into me. Even going as far as he could without entering my throat, I only succeeded in getting about half of him inside my mouth.