The next day, May had things to do and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, so I decided to do some sight-seeing and we agreed to meet up at the train station that night.
A trip to the Eiffel tower and a few other sights under my belt, I met up with May at the entrance to Gare de Lyon station at about 9:00 that night. She smiled warmly when she saw me, which was a good sign. She wasn’t having any second thoughts about spending the night with me in a train car. We bought a couple bottles of wine and a few snacks and boarded the train. One of the uniformed conductors led us to our sleeper car. He opened the sliding door to reveal a small, narrow room with a window on the far side and a couch built into the wall on the left side. The right side of the room had a small counter with a little sink. The conductor showed us how the couch folded into a bed and how two other bunks could be pulled out of the wall above, allowing three adults to sleep in the car, each on top of the other. He also told us (with May translating) that the room was not fully booked, so we would have it to ourselves. That was a relief. Having a third person crammed in there could have been awkward.
We tossed our bags in the compartment above the door and decided to head to the restaurant car for a snack and drink. There were only a few other people in the car, so we had no trouble finding a table and were soon drinking beers and sharing a cheese plate. As we nursed our drinks, pacing ourselves for a long night, I noticed for the first time the girl who was sitting at the table diagonal from us. She was stunning, with brown flowing hair and a dark olive complexion. She looked so much like Penelope Cruz (the actress) that for a few moments I wondered if it was actually her. She wasn’t, of course, but there was a definite resemblance. I tried not to make it too obvious, but whenever I could, I stole a glance at her. She was sitting by herself drinking wine and she had a large backpack resting in the chair across from her. On a couple of occasions, when I glanced over, I noticed that she was looking over at us.
Then, to my surprise and delight, she got up and walked over to us. In what I would soon learn was a Portuguese accent, she said, “are you okay if I join you?”
I was more than okay with that. I smiled and moved over a seat to make room for her. Within minutes, we had all ordered another round and were getting along famously. It turned out her name was Daniela. She was 20 years old and from Lisbon. She was on her way to Milan to start an internship with a design studio. She wanted to become a fashion designer. Her English wasn’t completely fluent, but it was good enough to carry on a conversation, albeit haltingly at times. We shared our backgrounds with her, making clear that we were not a couple, as she had initially assumed. Her eyes lit up when I told her I was planning to move to New York City in the fall to begin grad school. She said she loved America and dreamed of someday living in Manhattan. At one point, the subject of her uncanny resemblance to Penelope Cruz came up – May had immediately noticed it too – and she seemed to blush a little. She said that she had heard that many times before and was flattered every time.
After another hour or so, the waiter came by and said (in French, Italian, German, and English) that the restaurant car was closing and we needed to return to our seats or sleeping cars. May asked Daniella whether she was staying in one of the sleeper cars. She sighed and said “oh no, too much money. I sleep in seat tonight.” She motioned toward the coach section.
May and I looked at each other, thinking the same thing. I was the first to speak. “You know, we have an extra bed in our car. You’re more than welcome to have it.”
“You are serious?”
“Yes, absolutely.” And then I leaned in and whispered, “we’ve also got more wine.”
She grinned broadly, “I love you both already.”
We made our way back to the sleeper and were soon drinking red wine out of little plastic cups we’d found by the sink. We sat on the couch, myself in the middle and one girl on each side of me. Daniella was by the window, which she had opened as far as it would go because it was pretty hot in the room. Because of the heat, both girls had stripped down to just tank tops. Daniella’s was very thin and rather low cut, showing a lot of cleavage. I could see drops of sweat glistening on the tops of her breasts.
Between the alcohol and the confined space, barriers to contact quickly broke down. We couldn’t help but brush against each other from time and time, and soon stories were punctuated by hands placed on each other’s shoulders or thighs. At one point, Daniella kissed me on both cheeks and then gave me a bearhug while imitating the way her mother greets guests. By the time the wine ran out, it was nearly 2:30 in the morning, and the train was scheduled to reach Milan at 7:00. We decided to call it a night. May volunteered to take the topmost bunk and Daniella said she’d take the middle one. We brushed our teeth and all made quick trips to the bathrooms down the corridor.
I was the first in my bunk. Given the temperature in the car, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I stripped way down, so I took everything off but my boxer briefs and climbed onto the bottom bunk. May was next. When she returned to the room, she gave me a quick once over, lingering for a few seconds on my bare chest. Then she quickly slid her shorts down until she was in just her panties and a tanktop and began climbing the ladder to the top bunk. I returned the favor by watching her ass the entire way up. In my inebriated and sex-starved state, that view was enough to instantly give me a raging erection. A moment later, Daniella came back into the room. My hands reflexively shot down to cover myself but not before she caught sight of the tent I was pitching. She winked at me and then, like May, slid her skirt down until she was in just a pair of white cotton panties. She too had magnificent legs, slender and toned, and a perfect ass. She switched off the light and then slowly climbed on the bunk just above me. Her ass was even more beautiful lit by the moonlight coming through the window.
I had such a raging hard-on at that point that I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t take care of it. The way the bunks were configured, I actually had quite a bit of privacy and with the noise of the train, there was no way they would hear anything. So I slid my boxers down, freed my cock, and began stroking it. I closed my eyes and pictured Daniella. And then May too. I imagined bending each of them over the bunk and burying my cock inside first one and then the other. Before long I was stroking furiously.
When I opened my eyes, I was startled to see long brown hair dangling over the edge of the bunk. And when I looked a little farther up and squinted, I saw Daniella’s eyes peeking over the edge as well. I immediately let go of my cock and reflexively reached down to pull my boxers back up. I was mortified. But before I could really process what was happening, Daniella had dropped down to the floor and was crawling into my bunk with me. I felt her lips touch mine as her hand grabbed my arm. The message was clear. Leave the boxers off.