Without words

Sweet morning thoughts, far removed from the worries of everyday life, intensify her positive energy, further enhanced by a shower with a planned orgasm and a thong. She likes to put them on; they massage her erogenous zones so pleasantly and draw men's attention to them—especially under a tight dress. A hat, and she's off to the station. Today is a special day. Has she made an appointment with an online friend, or perhaps a stranger? What should she call someone she knows almost everything about, yet has yet to recognize? Ha ha ha—given her poor memory for faces, even with a photograph, that's unlikely. She hopes to be identified somehow—she has a hat specifically for this purpose, very distinctive, and it's come in handy more than once in similar circumstances. She doesn't know what prompted the idea of ​​a meeting—perhaps a desire to escape from her daily routine, from exams and sleepless nights, from all the problems that require immediate solutions. As if they could be left in the capital and not take them with her. They haven't established a script: what will be, will be. Besides the day and time, an additional checkpoint is the location – ticket office number 1 – you can't go wrong, there's only one. She deliberately aims to arrive a little later. She won't deliberately expose herself to harassment. As she arrives, she scans the area. Impossible! There's no one there. She's standing helplessly next to the designated ticket office when suddenly,

"Gosia?" he cleverly approached me from behind and, surprised, touched my arm, a question in his eyes.

"Sylwek," she thought. He did come. A handshake, kisses on the cheeks, and they walk hand in hand to the platform. He was so sure of her presence that he even bought tickets in advance – excursion tickets, for any local train.

They don't plan their destination, understanding each other without words, they go where the crowds are least. A mother and her child push into the empty compartment behind them.

"Are there any seats available?" Sylwek made a dramatic gesture that was immediately understood.

"Excuse me, we'll move on. Come on, Natasza," he said to the child, and they exit.

The train clatters steadily, and Gosia, gazing at the changing landscape outside the window, wonders where they're going. It doesn't really matter, because it's not the destination, but ultimately, it's not the virtual contact that matters. Sylwek leaves the compartment almost immediately. The girl's eyes begin to droop, as something takes a suspiciously long time to return. And the rhythmic music of the tracks completes the rest. Her eyelids droop, though she felt as if she were still awake. The magazine she was holding fell to her lap, and the erotic content she'd recently read during her sleep returned as if by magic. A moment later, the aroma of black coffee invaded her nostrils, and her mouth involuntarily demanded a drink.

She looked so appetizing asleep that Sylwek was speechless as he returned with a tray of steaming coffee from two plastic cups. He set it down on the adjacent bench and sat down to gently rest her head on his lap.

"You'll be more comfortable," he said to himself, settling Gosia horizontally. At that moment, his gaze fell on the magazine and the last article she was reading. Naked bodies, positions straight out of the Kama Sutra, inflamed his desires. So close... He felt shivers of desire. He timidly placed his hands on the shapely breasts, barely covered by the thin dress. He observed their reactions. She smiles in her sleep, I guess that's okay... He gently began to caress her breasts, feeling the swollen nipples beneath his fingers. As if they were beckoning him—more, more. He was growing increasingly eager for what he had so often been caressed with his eyes and words on the monitor screen. He touched the appetizing body through the fabric and felt it tremble slightly under his touch, and voluptuous sighs escaped his lips. He took off his sweater, rolled it up, and, rising, placed it under her head so she wouldn't wake up too early. The spell might then burst like a soap bubble. He looked around. The doorway was hung with flimsy scraps of curtains, too small to protect privacy from the prying eyes of travelers. It was good that at least the lock worked. But it wasn't enough. People were moving about, and every now and then someone curious peeked through the wide gaps. He ripped the curtains from the windows and wrapped them tightly around the door. He assessed his work and, satisfied with his idea, his thoughts were already far ahead.

He gently lifted Gosia's legs and, shoeless, placed her comfortably on the seat. He delicately unbuttoned two buttons, widening her already ample cleavage. She wore no bra. He freed her shapely breast from the fabric and greedily savored a nipple, kneeling on the floor of the compartment. He was so comfortable, her entire body before him, still in Morpheus's embrace. Kissing and sucking her nipples alternately, his fingers explored her nether regions. The scent affected him like a drug; he was intoxicated by it, becoming increasingly bold in his behavior. He brought his wet fingers, sticky with her fluids, to his nose and deliciously inhaled the scent of her interior. The spreading pheronomes, like a smoky veil, obscured the clarity of his thoughts, giving increasing license to his desires. Her flexing body, settling into a shared rhythm of vibrations, unleashed further desires within him. He quickly unzipped his fly, freeing the organ that had long been clamoring for battle. He ran it lasciviously across his neck and then his cheek, stopping at the line of his lips. (In this position, he reached for the coffee mug and, lifting his head, greedily drank its entire contents in one gulp.) Suddenly, he felt the delicate touch of something rough, which caused another wave of pleasure and trembling. His lips parted wider and wider, inviting the unexpected guest, who, surprised, explored deeper and deeper, emerging every few moments to catch his breath. In this strange dream, the girl's hands first cupped his buttocks, then gently massaged his own nipples, and his eyes remained closed. Sylwek didn't know if he was sleeping or just pretending to. Or maybe he was actually having erotic dreams, induced by his reading? He stared at her lacy thong and shapely, voluptuous thighs. He stood up and in one swift movement, removed her miniature underwear, stuffing it into his pants pocket. He feasted his eyes on her bare womb as one of her legs slid to the floor, sesame seeds beckoning him inside. He quickly stripped off his pants and briefs, leaving himself in just his shirt. He quickly put on a condom and pressed his whole body against hers, kissing her neck at the same time. She sighed. He felt her shiver. He entered slowly and, in time with the train's rhythm, gave in to his desires. He felt her hands on his back and the contractions inside his vagina, intensifying the pleasure and the need for immediate fulfillment. Actively participating in her dream, he felt good. He didn't think about what would happen next, savoring the moment. When it exploded, the train was approaching the station with a screech of brakes. Sylwek dressed quickly. He sat down, pulling Gosia's legs onto his lap. He adjusted her dress, buttoning her buttons and smoothing them over her thighs. He drank his second, now cold coffee. He considered getting off, but immediately dismissed the thought. He picked up a magazine from the floor and immersed himself in it, smiling at his closest memories.

At that moment, he heard the conductor's voice in the compartment next to him:

"Please have your tickets ready for inspection!" He unlocked the compartment and checked to see if the tickets were still in his pocket. He returned to his reading. At the sound of the door opening, Gosia suddenly sat up, crossing her legs. Sylwek handed them the tickets.

"I've had some very erotic dreams," she thought, rubbing her eyes.

"Maybe it really happened?" She went to the restroom.

There, with a mysterious expression, she pulled a spare pair of underwear from her purse and restocked her wardrobe, wondering what the return journey would be like.