Midnight Express: An Upper Berth Secret

My college exams were finally done. I was on a night train going back to my hometown. I had the upper bed in the AC coach. The train was moving fast, making a loud clicking sound on the tracks, but I could not sleep. It was past 1 AM. The main lights were off, and there was only a soft blue night light in the hallway. Down below, an old husband and wife were sleeping deeply. I could hear them snoring loudly over the sound of the train.

I was wearing a big, loose college t-shirt over a long, soft cotton dress. Because the trip was twelve hours long, I did not wear any panties. Feeling the cool AC air on my bare skin under the dress felt amazing. But it also made me very horny. Every time the train shook, the soft cotton rubbed right against my wet lips. I am so wet, the bed sheet is going to get dirty, I thought. My heart was beating fast. I pulled the rough brown train blanket up to my neck. I closed my eyes to look like I was sleeping. But I opened them just a little bit to watch the bed across from me.

There was a very handsome guy in the bed across the narrow gap. He had dark hair and broad shoulders in a tight black shirt. He was lying on his side, fully awake, and looking right at me. The curtains were closed, so it was just the two of us in our own little dark space above the sleeping old couple.

I felt a crazy thrill in my stomach. I wanted to play a dirty game. I acted like I was stretching in my sleep. I moved my body and let the big neck of my t-shirt fall off my shoulder. The lace of my bra was out in the open. I kept very still and breathed slowly, like I was dreaming. Through my half-closed eyes, I saw him swallow hard. He stared right at my chest.

The air between us felt hot. Knowing he was watching my "sleeping" body made me even more wet. I moved again. I pushed the blanket down to my feet. Slowly, I pulled up the bottom of my long cotton dress. I showed my knee, then my bare thigh. I pulled the dress up very high on my hip. Because I had no panties on, my bare pussy was almost showing. I heard him take a sharp breath. I looked at his pants and saw a huge, hard bulge sticking up. I stopped playing. I opened my eyes fully and looked right into his eyes.

He did not wait. He pointed to himself, then to my bed. I gave a very small nod. He moved his long legs over the edge of his bed. Using the metal ladder, he quietly stepped across the empty space. Like a shadow, he squeezed his big body onto my small bed. We were pressed tight against each other. He smelled like good perfume and man sweat.

He pulled my blanket over our heads. It was completely dark and very tight under there. "You are making me crazy," he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot.

Right away, his big hand went up my bare leg. He pushed my dress higher to find my panties. When he found only bare skin and a very wet pussy, his hand stopped. "Fuck... you really are not wearing anything," he whispered. He did not go slow. He pushed two rough fingers deep inside my wet hole. I put my hands over my mouth so I would not moan loud. The feeling of his rough fingers inside my naked, wet pussy was amazing. The small space under the blanket smelled like sex. He moved his fingers in and out, making wet, slapping sounds. I prayed the loud train tracks and the snoring old couple would hide the noise.

Suddenly, we heard heavy footsteps in the hallway below us. We heard the sound of keys. It was the Ticket Checker walking through the train to check on people.

We both froze. He pulled his wet fingers out of me and held his breath. I lay perfectly still. My heart was beating so hard it hurt my chest. The Ticket Checker stopped right next to our beds. He pulled the curtain a little bit. We could see the light from his torch shining on the floor. The old man below made a noise in his sleep. I closed my eyes tight. I knew my dress was pulled up to my waist and a stranger was hiding between my bare legs. We waited for ten long seconds. Finally, the curtain dropped, and the man walked away. The fear of getting caught made my pussy squeeze and get even wetter.

Under the blanket, he started to move again. He got his pants open. "Turn on your back," he whispered roughly. "Open your legs wide."

It was very hard to move. The bed was so narrow. I pushed my back against the cold train wall and used my feet to push my dress all the way up to my chest. He moved his heavy body over me. But he did not put his dick in right away. He crashed his mouth onto mine. He kissed me very hard and deep. His tongue pushed into my mouth roughly. He pulled my t-shirt up and pushed my bra down to free my breasts.

In the dark, he kissed my neck and bit my skin lightly. Then he put his mouth on my nipples. He sucked on them hard, like a starving animal. He bit and pulled them. He used my body like it was just a toy for his pleasure. He treated me like a piece of tissue paper, just using me to get off. But it felt so good. I loved every dirty, rough second of it.

Then, he held his thick, hard dick and pushed it into my wet hole. Because the roof was low, he could not do fast, normal thrusting. If he pushed in and out fast, the bed would shake and make too much noise. So, he pushed his whole dick deep inside me and started to grind.

He pressed his hips tight against mine and moved in slow, heavy circles. He did not pull out. He just stayed deep inside me and ground his body against mine. The thick base of his dick rubbed hard against my clit with every circle he made. The heavy, non-stop rubbing felt like pure magic. It was so much better than normal thrusting. It pushed me into a deep, crazy trance. I could not think straight. "You are so tight," he groaned in my ear.

The heat under the blanket was too much, but I did not care. His deep grinding on my clit made my whole body shake. I was lost in the feeling. My pussy squeezed his thick dick tightly. I scratched his back and bit my lip hard to stop myself from screaming. I was so close to a huge orgasm. My body was ready to explode.

"Do not stop... please, I am going to cum..." I whispered in his ear. I needed him to keep grinding on my clit for just a few more seconds.

But he was too scared and too excited. He could not last. Having sex with a stranger on a train was too much for him. "Fuck... I can't hold it," he said fast. Just when I was about to cum, he completely stopped moving.

He pumped a huge load of hot cum deep inside my pussy. He did not wait for me. He just came inside me and stopped grinding. Losing that rubbing on my clit right at the end ruined everything for me. It left me hanging. I did not get to cum. I felt very unhappy and frustrated.

As soon as he was done, he pulled out fast. He almost fell off the bed. He pulled up his pants. Without saying a single word or giving me a kiss, he got out from under the blanket. He went quietly back to his own bed. I lay there in the dark. My heart was beating fast. My clit still ached because I did not finish. I was so angry that he left me hanging after such a great start.

I shivered in the cold AC. His hot cum was dripping out of my bare pussy onto the bed. I had no panties to catch it. I pulled my dress down quickly. I opened my bag and found a tissue paper. I wiped my legs and between my thighs to clean up his mess. I could not sleep for the rest of the night. My body still wanted more.

Hours later, the sun came up, and the train reached my town. I climbed down the ladder with my bags. I did not look at him at all. I walked off the train, looking like a normal, tired college girl going home.

Before I went home, I stopped at a medical shop near the station. I bought an i-pill to make sure I did not get pregnant from his cum. I drank some water and swallowed the pill. As I walked home, my pussy still felt sore and wet inside. It was a crazy, dirty secret. A handsome stranger had used me rough, filled me up, and left me frustrated in the middle of a train.