This story is an experimental style of writing for me involving narrative, speech and a letter based form of speech. Apologies for any confusion caused.

Narrative is in normal text.

Words in 'CAPITAL ITALICS ARE THE WRITTEN NOTES BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS'.

Words in "bold are spoken word".

 

The Train 'Ride'

by Jimrossi

 

Holiday romances often occur, these involve the usual dating, drinking, screwing and finally regretting when either a disease or baby appears. Now that is a generalisation I know but in a lot of cases it is true however in my case it was a romance that turned out with no traditional happy ending or any deep regrets. Should you choose to read on further, and then I will tell all of a train journey that with encountered surprising yet enjoyable results.

I had just finished visiting a friend in Krakow; all was good except the occasional non-speaking English local as I tried to board the tram to the train station. When entering the train station a full 15 minutes later than my designated departure time, I tried to explain in broken Polish that my train had left and could I take a future train with the same ticket. Lets just say in the two hours I spent trying to get an answer, I would have gained more sense talking to my bag I kicked in frustration.

Thankfully a mischievous minx of a saviour entered, realising my frustration after chain smoking my 5^th cigarette, she listened and speaking her native Polish tongue telling me I could use the same ticket but pay am extra charge on the train. Seeing the use of having a native Pole on the train with me would be useful, I suggested we travel together to our destinations. You see she also was taking my train but leaving a few stations earlier.

I think at this time I should introduce myself. My name is Tony Mont, I live in London but have friends in Europe thus the trip in Krakow Poland. My journey was to visit Krakow then continue to Italy where I would spend a few weeks practising my newly skill of the Italian language then home to London. My Mischievous minx of a saviour was called Basia Kowoski. She like my every experience with Polish girls was beautiful, long blonde haired, medium sized breasted 29-year-old woman with an accent that surpasses temptation. Spending even an hour let alone half a day with her was delight in itself. Her beauty also possessed an evil; evil is too strong a word, more a devilish aspect to her character but a good intentioned devilish aspect.

 

Back to the train journey.

From the moment Basia and me spoke the first words an instant friendship occurred, a friendship that occurs to this day. She solved the small matter of the train ticket charge with the conductor with an ease that language fluency brings, and then matters turned to our lives. In a carriage to ourselves, we discussed the normal travel subjects such as destinations, reasons for travel, life, love and finally when all was exhausted sex.

Ah hour turned to two; still our compartment remained empty bar us two. On any train journey, be the other strangers, life long friends or family there is only so much you speak without boredom set in. In those two hours we exhausted our spoken word, so in desperation using notepads and pens we resorted to playing childish games to pass the time. Playing hangman became very old very quickly, also very confusing for some words were a mixture of Polish and English - PolGlish we called it. Added to this was a mixture of American slang words thus a new language was invented - AmerPolGlish. Even calling each other by the correct names became boring quickly so our initials were used. I was TM, she was BK.

The first exchange of notes went like this:

'WHAT IS YOUR IDEAL WOMAN? XXX BK'

'I HAVE NO IDEAL, IT DEPENDS ON THE PERSON XXX TM'

'THAT'S A COP OUT, AM I YOUR IDEAL WOMAN? XXX BK'

'YES AND NO. YES AS YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. NO AS YOU ARE PUSHY AND ENGAGED XXX TM'

'SO WHO IS PERFECTION FOR YOU, PAMELA ANDERSON? XXX BK'

'NO SHE HAS TOO BIG BREASTS BUT THE ACCENT IS RIGHT XXX TM'

'SO YOU LIKE AMERICANS XXX BK'

'NO ACCENTS JUST DO IT FOR ME XXX TM'

'WELL THEN LETS TRY TO HOOK YOU UP WITH A FELLOW UNENGAGED ACCENT SPEAKING WOMAN XXX BK.'

With that we resumed our silence. I continued reading my book, she reading the polish newspaper. Twenty minutes passed until an obvious couple broke our isolation, holding hands, kissing, the usual stuff. He was a typical 'Jacked up' American jock: Yankees t-shirt, jeans trainers, and baseball cap. She however was unusual, dressed in gothic attire with matching studded collar and an air of control even dominance. She didn't ask but told him to place her bags in the above section. Five minutes later he was dragging it down so she could change her collar to a very similar collar.

Confusion entered both mine and Basia's eyes at the sight of this hulk of a man being ordered like this with no sign of complaint from him.

'PUSSY WHIPPED XXX BK'

'UNDER THE THUMB XXX TM'

'HOW ABOUT HER, SHE HAS AN ACCENT XXX BK'

'EVEN THOUGH SHE IS BETTER THAN YOU, NO, NEVER, NEVER EVER XXX TM'

'THAT'S NOT NICE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THAT BK'

'ONLY JOKING DEAR BUT STILL THE ANSWER IS NO. MY APOLOGIES XXXX TM'

'FORGIVEN BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. I'LL STILL GET YOU FOR THAT XXXXX BK'

A new command from Goth lady brought three further states of demeaning action from the American hulk.

"Grab my bags dear" Goth lady instructed in no uncertain terms.

"Yes dear" he meekly replied.

With that exchange they left the compartment, we observed them as she barked orders at him on the platform, then at a single word of no she exploded into a rage of physical abuse. He stood there taking the names and slaps to his face without complaint before grabbing her bags following her a few steps behind. Not only us two but also the whole train, platform watched this display of her obvious power with a mixture of disgust, shock and amusement.

With this display over, the departure of the train brought a new barrage of notes:

'BET YOU COULD NOT DO THAT XXX BK'

'DO WHAT???? XXX TM'

TAKE ORDERS FROM A WOMAN XXX BK'

'NO PROBLEM, BET YOU THAT YOU CAN'T TAKE ORDERS FROM A MAN, YOU PROUD POLISH WOMAN XXX TM'

'PROVE IT BRITISH WEAK MAN XXX BK'

'CERTAINLY THEN ITS YOUR TURN TO PROVE YOUR POLISH PRIDE XXX TM'

A look of devilment crossed our eyes as we faced each other in mental challenge. Some easy, simple harmless dares were completed by both of us, and then it would be a new arrival that would cause the escalation of the dares, an escalation causing a most enjoyable journey.

In came three new passengers: a beautiful leggy mini skirted brown haired babe, no more than 22 years of age, a old couple wearing what old Polish people wear. Thankfully without any offence to the old couple the leggy brown haired babe sat next to me giving a beaming welcome smile as the old couple sat next to Basia. All of the parties bid their welcome in Polish bar me due to my lack of language skills, all seemed to friendly. With the verbal Polish exchanges ongoing I dozed off only to find the compartment habituated with leggy brown haired babe, Basia and me.

Despite my hour-long snooze, they still spoke in rapid Polish, never once without a word of conversation. Conversation was never my strong point; I prefer to be the silent behind the scenes man.

Then just as sudden as it started did it end and our notes continue:

'SHE IS WEARING NO KNICKERS UNDER THAT SKIRTXXX BK'

'AND, WHY DO YOU TELL ME XXX TM'

'GO ON CHECK, YOU HAVEN'T HAD SEX FOR A WHILE. JUST CHECK SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT STILL LOOKS LIKE XXX BK'

'CHEEKY BITCH THAT'S NOT NICE XXX TM'

I DARE YOU TO CHECK XXX BK'

'NO WAY TM'

'CHICKEN, CHICKEN DOUBLE DARE YOU WEAK BRITISH MAN BK'

'OKAY THEN BUT FIRST YOU HAVE TO TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT IT IS LIKE XXX TM.'

This I hoped would halt the whole dare system but sadly or gladly depending how you view you it, it only escalated matters further.

'OKAY, I GO FIRST, THEN YOU. YOU WILL HAVE MY PANTIES AND I WILL HAVE YOURS XXX BK'

With that she left taking her handbag, to return placing a pair of panties in my hand as the brown haired babe read her book oblivious to our actions.

'NOW YOUR TURN XXX BK'

 

A deal was a deal so off I went into the toilets, removed my jeans and boxer shorts before pulling up my jeans to an uncovered penis. In my hand were my boxer shorts as I sat down placing my underwear in her handbag. A sick smile spread over her face as she mouthed 'now do it', accidentally knocking a pen from the table onto the floor. I watched that pen as I have never watched any other pen. It rolled down the side just under where she sat; I had an excuse, an excuse that would either get me a result or a slap.

Dropping down to my knees, I fumbled around the floor pretending not to know the pens location, slowly creeping to the brown haired babes legs until I was in front of her legs. Staring up I saw not an open uncovered pussy but a pair of pink panties, quickly I grabbed the pen before she could realise my actions. Whilst I came close to a slap for voyeurism, Basia laughed under her newspaper, her arms never halting their motions. Grabbing the pen I sat back in my seat, smiling at the brown haired babe before resuming my 'fake' book reading.

'YOU BITCH, YOU LIED TM'

'OH SORRY BUT DID YOU SEE ANYTHING YOU RECOGNISED? XXXX BK'

'VERY FUNNY TM'

Now angry at being fooled I sat in isolation as all three in the compartment read their own chosen literature. Ten minutes later, the brown haired babe spoke in polish to Basia who agreed judging by her answer of 'Tag' Polish for yes and left for parts unknown probably the toilet.

A note was waiting for me on the table

'LOOK UP BRITISH MAN XXXX BK'

I looked up and saw Basia wearing knickers, hell what did I have in my pocket.

'GIVE THEM BACK TM'

'GIVE WHAT BACK? XXX BK'

'YOU KNOW WHAT, MY BOXER SHORTS TM'

'NO WAY, IF YOU WANT TO SOMETHING TO WEAR, THEN CHECK YOUR POCKET, THEY ARE NEW. DARE YOU XXX BK'

Now at this point I thought of grabbing my bag taking out some new boxer shorts but how would look leaving with a new pair of underwear. So calling her bluff, I left the compartment just as brown haired babe re entered sporting a bright smile to my grumpy face.

Placing those red cotton panties over my penis felt truly strange, strange in neither a good or bad way just strange. Re buckling my belt buckle felt comforting no one would know that I wore female panties, I hoped that there was no train crash now for two reasons: One for I did not want me or anyone else to get hurt, Two if I was hurt they would undo my trousers and see laugh at the cotton panties I wore as I lay in pain.

I re entered the compartment after just passing the last stop for the night; Basia spoke to brown haired babe and subsequently closed the compartment for the night. Resuming their all-Polish chatter, I nodded off for few hours sleep as the train bumped its way along to Italy. Whilst the red cotton panties chafed my thighs, I slept.

I awoke not as I had fallen asleep. I'll explain now.

 

I still lay against the window with pillow against the glass; my arms were no longer by my side. For the brown haired babe was now asleep using my chest/shoulder as a pillow whilst my left arm was draped over her shoulder like a blanket with my hand near her breasts. The carriage was hot which seemed to be the reason why her top was loosened with her breasts nearly on show.

Her right hand was on my leg with my hand on top keeping it warm, I looked down at her content face and left things at they were. To be honest it was not too difficult to sleep this way, then I saw Basia holding up a note.

'DARE YOU TO PLACE YOUR HAND ON HER TITS XXX BK'

This was a dare I could get away with quite easily and if caught could apologise under the guise of a sleepy motion. Also I wanted to caress such a beautiful breast and not a tit as Basia crudely called it. Quietly with as little motion I reached my hand placing the palm over her right breast. Whilst resting nicely on her breast, the train jerked causing her to move slightly and my hand to drop in between her breasts causing it to be stuck. To save any embarrassment I tried to remove my hand but the way she was positioned made it all the more difficult. However when I did remove it from its breast prison, she stirred and in sleepy motion returned it back to its position in its centre.

This movement caused her to rise up; I could feel her breath on my ear as she slept peacefully. Soon I would join her.

A few more hours passed, when a train jolt awoke me from my catnap. Looking around I saw Basia asleep and my brown haired babe closer to me than ever, still asleep.

Groggy and half asleep it took some time to get my bearings and when I did I had a mixture of emotions. The brown haired babe was almost on me; literally we were near to being two bodies as one with a blanket bringing an air of decency. Under the blanket was a mass of action that had we been awake would never have occurred.

My right hand was in between her legs, up her thighs inside her panties. How they got there I do not know but instinctively tried to remove them for her privacy. She moved again and I found my three fingers lodged near her vagina. Almost caressing, which with the next train jolt my fingers was now definitely a permanent fixture in her most private area. Quickly without warning her hand placed them between her own legs and secured my right hand in place.

Every time I tried to move it, it seemed that I only got deeper as a groan exited her mouth. Deciding it was best for her and me to leave it, as it was I looked at my other hand. This was deep between her breasts definitely caressing her left breast. Now from my recent experience I left it there because I knew if I moved it I would wake her and would have to explain our body position, also I liked where it lie.

Every movement inside her vagina along with every breast caress made me penis grow even more than it was already. I say that as her body position was not so innocent either. No longer did I feel her breath on my ear but now felt her lips and teeth nuzzling my earlobe for all it was worth. Like an earlobe dummy she sucked as she slept. Did I mind, hell no.

This arousing ear action brought pleasure to my expanding groin; my groin area was not alone.

For some unknown reason my jeans were undone and pulled down, again without any reason I found her other hand in a most sensitive area. Within my cotton panties, her hand rested on the head of my penis, the previous train jolts then prompted it to drop down to the shaft of my oh so erect penis. As every train movement caused me to caress her sensitive areas so do it cause her to massage mine. Oh did she massage my sensitive area, rising and groaning in unison with her.

Such pleasure could not go on forever or so I thought, Basia tapped me on the shoulder whispering quietly in English but so that it woke us both up.

"Its my stop, its been a pleasure meeting you both. I'll lock the door after me. My details are on your pad Tony" said with a wink.

In unison we both answered, "You too, have a good journey" each to a shocked face.

"You speak English" she questioned me, never once changing her body position.

"Yes of course why do you ask" I replied.

"Well Basia told me that you were Italian and spoke no English or Polish. You see I do not speak Italian so I never spoke to you." she offered in defence.

"Its not a big deal. I'm sure I am going to regret this but hadn't we address our cosy sleeping arrangements," I nervously said looking down at my hand on her breasts.

A silence ensued, nothing for a full five minutes yet no one dared make the first move and remove the delicately placed body parts.

Again in unison "Do you mind …." we spoke before repeating the double speak "Do you mind if we leave them there until we depart".

"Are you sure? I don't mind as long as you don't. Its bliss sleeping with you like this" I tried to charm but came up like a mess of words jumbled together in a sentence.

"No" nervously then with more conviction "Not not at all, I awoke several times and saw where my hand was and where your hand was. Every time I tried to move it seemed to make it worse so I left it. I also enjoyed it too," she added quickly.

"So you're not embarrassed by this?" I asked for confirmation, after all if the guard saw us it may look strange.

"No, relax, its nice." seductively the words exited her mouth.

Now nice was a word you use for a good cup of tea, not what we were involved in. The disappointment showed on my face, she saw it.

"Its …. Bliss" whispering into my ear lobe "But we had better start to look like a couple or else someone will think we are being garish and throw us off."

Now I don't know what the difference is being perceived as a loving couple or as garish but she seemed to and demonstrated immediately. A young couple passed by our compartment looking through the window and saw us kiss deeply. With one look they opted for another compartment.

"Now that's a couple" she added with a wink "Where are you going to? I stop at Rome."

"Snap" I retorted but being Polish she did not understand my British slang. "Same place as you. If you want we could …."

"We'll discuss that later, first lets sleep and enjoy the time. My names Regina" interrupting my sentence to complete hers.

"Tony M…." I answered but was again interrupted.

"Tony is good enough for now, lets sleep" whispered in my ear.

With that we slept for two hours, our hands pleasuring the other many times over. Arriving in Italy the train stopped for customs men who boarded. Quickly making ourselves decent with sprays and chewing gum for our breath we seemed like any passenger. Regina grabbed my hand without thought as the customs man entered the compartment sniffing the mixture of scents in the air.

"Passporto E Passporta" the customs man asked. We handed him our passports.

He mumbled something very fast in Italian so I asked him to repeat it slowly.

Turning to Regina "He wants to know if we are together"

Giving me a deep kiss "Of course we are honey. What do you mean by that?"

Confused I answered "Si Signore" to which he left us mumbling shaking his head "Bella Signora, Brutto Signore".

"What did he say?" she asked me.

"He said Bella Signora, Brutto Signore" I replied with a smile.

"Yes what does it mean" asking again.

"It means Beautiful woman, ugly man" clearing her confusion

With a sharp kiss Regina whispered in my ear "You're not ugly. Bella Signora, Bella Signore".

I whispered back "Its actually Molto Bello Signore"

Replying with beaming smile "Molto Bello Signore"

Our Italian lesson ended when an old English couple entered the compartment. She was a nice old lady happy to talk away the following hours until we get to Rome.

Taking both Regina's and mine hands the old lady stated with no dishonesty "You two make a lovely couple. Make sure your boyfriend shows a good time in Rome, it's a beautiful city".

Leaving the train with rucksack on my back and carrying one of Regina's bags we exited the train station to enjoy a couple of weeks in Rome. For those romantics out there, unfortunately there was no church or wedding but a good friendship with Regina and Basia. A friendship that still continues today.

  

  

  

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