Hello guys ^^

I'll get back to you with a new story ^, ^

So this scenario occurred to me a few days ago when I was trying to fall asleep and the next day I had to write it down right away ^^

I "warn" already, it will be hot XD
NAja, I also wanted to write a story that made you feel hot without really "bad" things happening, so everything will be completely free of youth

For any nasty people, just no false hopes, nothing will be discussed in more detail XD

Have fun reading and thinking about it ^^

Vicky ^, ^

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THE NIGHT TRAIN - A LOVESTORY?

It was on the train, in one of those sleeping cars, couchette, or whatever you wanted to call it. One of those where two beds hung on the wall to the left and right of the far too narrow center aisle. Two down, two up. In front of the window at the end of the corridor was a ladder from which one could climb into either of the two upper beds.As always, the bedding consisted of a simple deck and a sheet, including a small pillow, all neatly folded at the head of the beds.
Exhausted, I let myself first fall into my drawer bed. Seen from the window at my feet, the one on the left. Carrying suitcases and searching for compartments had apparently become too much for me.
I didn't even know where to go! Must have been a relatively distant destination, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the night train. If I thought about it, I just didn't even know what time of year it was!
I wanted to find it on my outfit, but at the time that consisted of light blue underpants and my tight, white T-shirt with the generous neckline. I had already made myself ready to sleep. And I just didn't want to look for the rest of my business, I was too lazy.
I had the most important things with me, my cute, brown teddy bear, which I named after a very specific, lovely person, and my cell phone.I put the cell phone in the network provided for it on the wall and took the teddy tightly in my hand.
I didn't know why I was traveling, let alone where. But I knew with whom I was doing it: with HIM, towards the youth.
I knew him, I knew that.
He knew me too, I was also aware of that.
I didn't want to ask myself the question of why or where from, it was superfluous at the moment. We were here, that mattered.
I made myself comfortable on my pillow and wrapped myself in the sheet. I threw the blanket down at my feet, it would have become too warm for me. HE was in the bed across from me and made himself reasonably comfortable.
I lay on my stomach with my head turned towards him and watched him with a smile.
When his gaze met mine, he grinned at me too.
I liked him.
A lot.
Clearly.
It was already getting quiet under our beds. The student below me, who had apparently been in this compartment for a station before us, put away the book he had been reading and turned to the wall to sleep.The nice old lady under his bed who wanted to tell us about her electric car the next morning wished us good night before she lay down too.
Breath.
To breathe.
It was quiet.
So quiet that any movement would have destroyed it.
Only the gentle rhythms of the breath could be heard. You quickly got used to the constant "dudum-dudum" of the train and the noise in front of the windows and you couldn't hear it anymore.
I was still there as before, on my stomach, my face turned to him, my teddy bear in my left hand. My right hand was just on the edge of the bed and I hoped that it wouldn't slide down in the next few minutes and bring way too much movement into this picture.
Because we looked at each other.
For at least ten minutes.
He was lying there, just like me, just on his side and just looking at me.
We didn't say a word, words would have destroyed everything. The abyss between us was there, but our eyes had long since built bridges over it.Smile.
The only things I saw were his eyes, his face and his smile. Each blink meant losing your gaze and smile for a split second.
Wordless - intense.
That was how it was between us.
Dudum-dudum, dudum-dudum. My heart was pounding.
It knocked so loudly that I was afraid I might wake the two of us.
Did he notice? Yes? No? I did not know it.
Suddenly he moved. I was afraid he would just turn around and fall asleep, but he didn't take his eyes off me. His left hand moved, slowly stroking the bed until she left it and reached out to me. And he smiled at me unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed it himself, as if his hand had acted on its own.
And then came the moment when it began to tingle, to tremble, my hand.
Because, not taking my eyes off him, I stretched out my right hand to him. Our fingertips met in the middle.They touched lightly and then quickly parted a little. Because it was like a small, electric shock that hit us that we sent out.
And later it got worse and worse, the tingling sensation.
Maybe it was because we were trying to keep our arms outstretched in the air?
Perhaps the blood was gradually draining from my fingers and shooting into my heart and head?
Perhaps that was why my hand was throbbing, the tingling sensation spread to my arm, and why it was most intense in my body?
Why was my body trembling, my head booming, my heart almost popping out of my chest?
Therefore.
It was because he had grabbed my hand, gently stroking the back of my hand up and down with his fingertips. His thumb played with the palm of my hand.
Normally I would have laughed.
It would have tickled.
Normally I would have withdrawn my hand.
But not with him, he wasn't normal.
What was normal?His eyes burned through my eyes, into my brain. That wasn't normal either. I couldn't look away, he had cast a spell over me.
Can looks be ecstatic?
Yes.
You can.
My fingers played around his wrist, it was so intense, this tension, this crackling, almost unbearably beautiful.
Nice!
Unbearable?
No, actually I felt good.
Although his looks upset my brain painfully, each of his touches seemed a million times so intense and the silence in this compartment only made a terrible noise in my head, I felt safe.
Nevertheless I let go of his hand, pulled mine back and let his slide down into the abyss, fall, dangle.
Suddenly he stopped smiling, just looked at me blankly, questioningly. But I grinned. I slowly uncovered myself and knelt down. Careful not to bump my head. I crawled to the end and took aim at the ladder.On the back of my neck I felt his eyes always following me.
I climbed the ladder with one foot and his bed with the other.
Apparently he only now seemed to see through my plan and turned on his back and smiled again.
Inside I was happy because I was afraid I would have broken everything, destroyed it.
I made my knees comfortable to the left and right of his legs and let my upper body sink forward until I supported myself with outstretched arms.