We hooked up without saying two words to each other [FM]

I plop down in an empty seat on the train. I’m in the middle of my study abroad in Europe and I’m leaving Germany to meet my best friend in Prague. The inside of this train looks like it’s been this way since the 70’s, but in a really good way. Nothing on this train is automated. People are hanging out in the hallways smoking out of the windows that still actually open.

I’m tired, I was out partying until the morning and this seat is comfy. I use my backpack as a pillow so I can pass out as other people board the train.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is the scenery out the window across from me. The curtains are open and between them I see the most magical, lush valley town. Fairy tale shit. The sunlight is shining on the river so beautifully, for second I forget where I am and wonder if maybe I just died at the party last night.

The second thing I notice is the drool on my hand. Cuuuute.

The *third* thing I notice is an incredibly hot man trying to not laugh at my drooling.

Of course. I can feel my ears are hot, which means they are bright red. I give him an embarrassed smile and try to act cool while I fix my hair and clothes.

He makes the one moment please signal with his finger and gets up.

He comes back with two coffees in those cheap paper cups and takes the seat next to me. When he tries to cheers and clink them together, they make a sandy paper sound instead.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi,” he repeats back to me.

*Damn, this guy does not speak English.* I’m kind of relieved, actually. I’m tired, my hangover is setting in, and he’s so hot that I can’t really formulate words right now.

We spend a couple hours just sitting next to each other. I try to teach him how to play backgammon on this little travel chess set he has, we drink coffees and I fall asleep on his shoulder.

I wake up and I see his hand on my knee. I feel a desire I haven’t felt in a long time. Between the studying and the partying, and a singular, burning crush I have on a Scottish guy in my class, I haven’t had sex in a long time. This feels different than my crush though. It’s right here. I can just reach out and take it, if I want.

He offers me a cigarette and leads me into one of the empty rooms and lights one for us to share. I smoke out the window while he leans back on the seat, watching me.

He casually spreads his legs a little. I know it’s an invitation to sit on his lap. I put out the cigarette and straddle him, enjoying the few seconds this still feels innocent. We both know where this is going.

We kiss, he feels familiar and unknowable all at once. He’s kissing me softly but his hands are grabbing at my body, hard. I can feel him getting hard underneath me.

I stand up and he unbuttons my pants, helps me slip out of them. He starts rubbing my pussy through my underwear. His eyes searching my face, making sure it’s okay. I moan softly, the universal language of keep going. It feels so good that I double up over him and grab his back when he pulls my underwear to the side and starts fingering me. He pulls my underwear over my hips and let’s it fall to the floor.

He pushes my legs together, so my pussy lips are pressed together. His tongue slips between them. He’s slowly pushing his tongue between my lips and teasing my clit with his tongue. There’s a perverse innocence this way, like his tongue is somewhere it isn’t supposed to be. He slips his fingers inside me again and I’m so wet now. I want him inside me so badly.

I push him back so I can straddle him again. He holds his cock while I lower myself onto it. He grabs my hips and rocks me hard against him.

Things escalate and now he’s fucking me. I’m holding myself up, kneeling on the seat, while he’s grabbing my shoulders and fucking me from below. He thrusts really fucking hard and I lose my grip on the seat. I fall backward and he half catches me, but now my back is against the floor, my ass is still on the edge of my seat and he’s above me. His legs are both on the floor on either side of me, he’s kind of squatting while fucking me into the floor.

I put his hand on either side of my neck, letting him know he can push me harder into the floor. I want him to fuck me as hard as he can. This position makes his cock push so deep inside me, I wish I could tell him how good it fucking feels. I feel my pussy tighten around his cock, I’m really close to coming. I know if he keeps going, it’ll push me over the edge. I look at him and nod, telling him I’m close the only way I can. He speeds up and I close my eyes to focus on how good it feels. I tighten my entire body and release as my orgasm floods my body.

I can tell he’s close too. I wish I could tell him to come inside me, but I think he knows. All of a sudden he grabs me and picks me up, carrying me. He puts me against the window and I reach down desperately to guide his cock back inside me.

He fucks me against the open window. I can feel the breeze in my face and I close my eyes to feel everything more. I know Europe is passing by behind me while he fucks me. What he’s doing feels good, but mostly I just feel so fucking alive right now.

He thrusts a final time and comes inside me. We collapse into the seat and catch our breath. The sex was surprisingly athletic for being inside a tiny train car. We put our clothes back on and he holds his finger up Iike before, as if saying one moment please.

He leaves the train car and I wonder what he’s going to bring back this time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ucpm8h/we_hooked_up_without_saying_two_words_to_each