We kissed for at least ten minutes, without doing much else. I was on my back and she was on her side, curled into me. Eventually she reached out and began to stroke my cock, which was still rock hard. In the position we were in, it was hard for me to do much of anything except lay there and kiss her. She was in control.
After a few minutes, she lifted her leg over me and managed to maneuver into a straddling position on top of me. We were wedged in pretty tight, with the bunk right above us. There was just enough room for us to kiss, face to face. I had my hands on her hips, which were sweaty and slick. She ground herself into my cock as we kissed, her panties still acting as a barrier to any penetration. Then she reached back and moved the bottom of panties to one side. With the same hand, she grabbed a hold of my cock and pointed it toward her opening. And then I was inside of her. It had been several months since I’d had sex, so any kind of sex would have been exciting. But I was now fucking a girl who I’d just met a few hours earlier, a girl who looked and sounded exactly like Penelope Cruz, on an overnight train bound for Venice. This encounter was so far beyond anything I’d ever experienced that I was thankful I was so tipsy. If I’d been sober, I wouldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds.
As Daniella slid up and down on my cock, she started to moan in between kisses. We were both slick with sweat. The space we were in was tight enough to induce claustrophobia, but in that moment, it was nothing but a turn on. The longer we fucked, though, the more frustrated I became with the tight confines. I wanted to be able to see her, to explore her body. But it was so dark and cramped. Then it occurred to me; the bunk above us, her bunk, was empty. I took my hands off of her ass, grabbed the cross bar above us, and pushed. The middle bunk folded back into the wall with a loud clang, much louder than I had anticipated.
But we were free. Daniella immediately took advantage of the space, rising and stretching her arms in the air as she continued to ride my cock. I immediately reached up and cupped her breasts through her tank top. I could tell they were spectacular, just by feel, but I was determined to see them. I reached up and pulled the spaghetti straps down over her shoulders. The rest of the shirt immediately fell down to her waist, revealing a set of tits that – even in the dim moon light of the train car – I could tell were more perfect than any I’d ever seen in real life. They were full and round, with enormous dark brown areola and erect nipples. I immediately leaned in and took one of them into my mouth, which elicited a playful squeal from Daniella.
My chest was wet with sweat, as was hers, and as we pressed our bodies together the sensation intensely erotic, almost animalistic. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but our intertwined bodies.
It was then then I noticed it. The straight black hair hanging over the topmost bunk, the eyes locked on us, so transfixed by the sight of us that they didn’t even flinch when I made eye contact. Daniella, confused by my sudden stillness, followed my gaze with her eyes. When she noticed May, Daniella smiled mischievously. Then she leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs and lifting her legs until her feet were flat on the bed, near my elbows. She began lifting her hips up and down as my cock plunged in an out of her. As she did this, she kept her head tilted back, looking up at May, watching May soak everything in. She clearly liked having an audience and was trying to put on a show.
May was apparently liking it too, because after a minute or two, she decided to climb down and get a better view. She made her way silently to the floor and then moved to the corner by the window, where she sat on the floor facing us, her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin resting on her knees. In that position, she looked like a child curled up in front of a TV. She just sat there, watching us intently, her expression a poker face, as Daniella continued to slide up and down on my cock and moan, now more loudly than ever.
The sight of May watching us was an enormous turn on. Never in my life, before or since, had I fucked in front of an audience. I wondered if this was a first for Daniella too. I never found out, but in retrospect, I’m pretty certain it wasn’t. One thing was certain. She loved the audience even more than I did. It was like she had switched into a whole nother gear, writhing and moaning.
May’s expression was hard to read, but her eyes were focused, intense. She was taking it all in. Captivated. I’d seen that same look from her before in class, when she was concentrating, trying to commit something to memory. Then, as I watched her, she slowly spread her legs until I could see her panties. I could tell they were soaking wet. Silently, she reached her hand down and began touching herself through her panties. The lust in her eyes was now unmistakable.
Suddenly, I was possessed by lust myself. I leaned forward, grabbed Daniella around the back, and spun her over until she was lying on her back with her head against the wall and her feet in the air. I stood on the floor, leaning over the bed, her legs up by my shoulders and my cock hovering over her. I stood still for a moment and looked over at May. She was so close now I could have reached out and touched her. with my right hand. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. Then I turned back toward Daniella and plowed my cock back into her.
Within seconds, Daniella was practically screaming. She began touching herself frantically. It was clear she was about to come. I increased my pace, slapping into her with each stroke. After about 30 seconds, her eyes rolled back in her head and she streamed something in Portuguese as she spasmed on my cock.
Remarkably, I still hadn’t come. I was as turned on as I’d ever been in my life, but the alcohol had clearly desensitized things quite a bit. As Daniella lay motionless in front of me, spent from her orgasm, my head was spinning. My mind was completely overcome by lust and by my urgent need to find a release. I turned to my right to see that May was still watching us. She was still stroking herself through her panties. When we made eye contact, she said, “that was so fucking hot, Jake” Those were the first words she’d spoken since coming down off the bunk.