Awesome Train Ride

Once, when I took the train to a larger city with my girlfriend, there were several foreign men in the next compartment. It was the time of very short minis, just like today. My girlfriend wore her mini so short that you could see her little white panties at the slightest opportunity, which naturally drew a lot of men’s attention to her long bare legs. She seemed to enjoy it and it also turned me on when I saw other men getting hot for her.

When we had sex together, we often talked about her doing it with other men. After a few stops, everyone got off except for the four foreign men and the two of us. As these men had been undressing her with their eyes the whole time, I knew that things could get hot now that we were alone. Strangely enough, this didn’t scare me, on the contrary: I felt a strong desire to let them take my girlfriend.

I changed my seat, sat opposite my girlfriend and stretched one leg between her legs, which she willingly spread.

The men sat opposite her in the other compartment and I knew that they could see her panties. I read their faces like in a mirror and saw that their thoughts were revolving around fucking. I looked at my friend and nodded slightly backwards. She understood and tossed her long hair back, looked at the men, then at me, her tongue came out from between her snow-white teeth, licked her lips…

I knew she was getting very horny and, like me, was thinking about our conversations.

Then the conductor came by, demanded our tickets, took a long look at her legs and moved on. I imagined various scenes that could take place as I felt a stream of desire flowing from the adjoining compartment to my girlfriend’s body. I looked at her and saw that she was feeling it too, even returning the desire. The flow increased as I imagined how she would be fucked by all these men in the toilet before the conductor came next time.

The desire became so strong that I outgrew myself. I looked at the men, then at my girlfriend, who was now almost lying on the seat and extremely horny. Her mini had ridden up so high that you could see her panties very clearly. It was a soft, open silk slip that I really liked because I could easily penetrate her from the side whenever I felt like it.

The men looked at me, astonishment and desire on their faces.

They were dark-skinned, about ten years older than us and didn’t seem to have the Christian inhibitions. Then I leaned forward, stroked up my girlfriend’s legs, slowly, until I reached her panties… and pushed them aside in one motion, revealing her curly reddish-blonde hair. She moaned, turned to the men and I made a head movement that meant: come here, take them, you can have them, one at a time.

The men became very excited, talked a little in an unknown language, bumped into each other…

Then the train started to slow down and stopped at a smaller station. My girlfriend was struggling to suppress her desire and just sat there as she was, with her mini riding up, her panties open… I gave her a push, pulled the panties over her fleece, the mini down a little. People got on, walked through the compartment, the men stared out of the window…

Then the train started up again. The conductor came past us and took another long look at my friend’s bare legs. Further ahead, a couple with two children had sat down in a compartment. We overheard them talking, the children whining and laughing, the mother trying to calm them down with stories.

She told the story of the bad wolf…, the seven little goats…

The foreign men had calmed down again and looked at me and my friend. They were probably waiting for the invitation to be repeated. Now there was a long stretch without a station and a long tunnel in between. Fortunately, no one had sat near us.

My girlfriend slipped lower again, showing her panties, now spreading her legs of her own accord, pulling her panties aside while I gently stroked her thighs. Suddenly, one of the men stood up and sat down next to me. He pointed at my girlfriend and asked: “How much?” He wanted a price. I became very aroused, Lou even more so when she heard that she was to serve as a whore.

“One hundred,” she said, “ten minutes for each of them. I repeated this to the man in English, but he had already understood. He went back to his colleagues and spoke to them quietly in their language. Then he came to me.

“Two hundred for all,” he said. I nodded. I didn’t care how much. You could have had them for free, just for the pleasure.

But it was clear to them that they would pay, that she was my whore. The man went back and returned with two foreign notes, which he pressed firmly into my hand. I didn’t know the money and had no idea how much it was worth. But I took it and said OK.

Lou’s cheeks were now very red. The man took her by the hand, pulled her up, took her into the compartment, where she had to sit on his knees… I watched in fascination as many dark hands began to stroke her bare legs, reached into her panties, she spread her legs and began to moan… I hoped not too much, because of the family in the front of the carriage and because of the conductor, who could come at any time.