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Stranger in the night train

It’s boring. Time moves barely. I’m lying on the shelf, I’m looking out the window. Outside the window, forests and copses spill. Summer. Hot. Downstairs the old man and the old woman again eat. Chicken, eggs, lard, cucumber, some kind of liquid, probably moonshine. The schoolboy is reading a book. The collar of her shirt is unbuttoned into several buttons. I can see from above how the tight breasts tightened by the bra slide into the rhythm of her movements. “Vitalik, what are you thinking about?” I said to myself. “She is older than you, especially so strict. Now he’ll call you to the board and put a deuce. “And the white breasts, bordered by a dark bra, are so seductively rocking right in front of my nose, at arm’s length.

Night, dark, the clatter of wheels. The car throws at the junctions (or not at the junctions?), It seems now it will capsize. I lie with my eyes open and imagine how I bathe and dive in the transparent, slightly cool sea to which I’m going. Sleep in one eye, he slept during the day. Boka is already aching from this shelf. Go for a walk? And where to go, except the toilet. The neighbors are all asleep. Elderly snoring in their places. The teacher lies quietly, too, asleep. On the side shelves in general, curtained sheets, they are not visible and can not be heard. Yes, now you can not see and nothing at all. How can I find my sneakers? To the touch. He went, stood in the toilet, then went out into the vestibule, stood there, went back. So do not hunt back on the shelf, knead the sides.

The teacher in a dream corrects the sheet she is covered with. And from under the sheet appears “in the light” her ass. Mother dear! My eyes are already accustomed to the darkness. I see a light contour of a large female pelvis. Also vaguely guesses a strip of dark panties. I need to dump, but something keeps me. Whether reluctance to crumple the sides, or a close female pelvis. “Maybe I should cover it?” I think. Suddenly it is cold? Although how she could be cold in such a hot car. I decide to cover the ass teacher. Carefully I take the edge of the sheet and cover it with the thigh of my companion. I hope she does not wake up. And I’m already finishing my questionable operation, when my hand is missing someone’s hand. This is the hand of the teacher! I am terrified. What to do? I can not speak, I can escape too, my hands and feet do not obey me. What will happen next? But nothing happens after that. My hand lies in a woman’s hand and there are no more movements on her part. Most likely, she sleeps and it’s all mechanically, in a dream. And what should I do? I try to pull my hand gently. It seemed to me that her hand was resisting my movement. I pull harder. The hand is free, I slip into my regiment with a bullet.