A night of passion, away from it all. There we were given to the effort. Because our time was to be cut out and lived in hiding.
Knowing that this moment was to be unique, we had not wasted a drop of that refreshing spring water, found in an oasis at six hundred miles from home. A night to remember and memorable. The next morning we woke up, we dressed and went to the station, trying not to show too much sadness that pervaded the soul. We had another six hours to be together, but not the intimacy of a bedroom, but in a crowded train full of commuters. Our bodies that had merged until a few hours earlier, they could not accept this new condition of separation, seeking stealthily at every opportunity. A gentle hand touched me, one leg remained stubbornly sat upon her. Physical contact remained virtually unchanged for almost all the way, increasing the frustration of not being able to return to again be one body. He has never been a man of many words but of action. The work he had chosen to do, reflected his character. One as he is called during emergencies, when is in danger. And we do not expect great speeches, but gestures and rapid assessments can save your life. That's why the first got off the train to get on the second, I said nothing when I made a sign to follow him until the last coach, who once became the first party. That half is occupied by the driver. He chose to let me sit in the front row, a wall plate in front and behind a few empty seats. We were alone again nell'incombenza to touch. Slowly the train left the station, to be immersed in an anonymous sequence of houses and trees rustling. I looked at him sitting next to me, we kissed with the same intensity as ever. Our kisses were not simple, but true statement of mutual and undying passion. I could not help myself and sat on him. My skin had its thirst. I wanted to touch me, I possess, I still penetrate. I could not imagine the feeling of longing for him, in places where it was not biologically possible emotions. And the frustration at not being able to do, added to the desire that flared up making me take risky decisions. I smiled, he looked at me as you look at a girl that you can not scold. The unbuttoned my jeans and stroked. I again want to beat her in my hands, eager to hear elsewhere. I lifted my skirt fluttering summer unfolding above him. Now I could feel it vibrate in my thighs. Me I did rub a bit 'on me, wishing me pervade his smell. My hand slipped furtively under her skirt, moving its way to his underwear and he found my naked flesh, hot and wet, ready to welcome him back. I remained so inert, for a few seconds. Then begins to rock, rubbing and moving slowly. Everything was flowing around us, the landscape on the windows, the compartment on the rails and he in me. In the ecstatic reunion of our bodies, we are not aware of the appearance of a man in a blue uniform. I do not know whether myopia or custom, took no notice of us and we were grateful that it did not stop our dance. We sat huddled in the long, one inside the other almost motionless, in total embrace, without wishing to culminate in the explosion of an orgasm, not to put an end to that pleasure even deeper. Only in the finishing straight, when everything around us became familiar, I decided to want to swallow the last drop of that magic moment. I crouched in front of him and pressed between his lips. The only contact of its tip on my tongue, it was enough to startle.
would call them obscene acts in public places. But I would call the cuddles of love in the process of awakening from a fleeting dream. I got up and walked to the next compartment, without saying goodbye. Without being able to watch. I did not want seeing those tears that wave the flag with impunity my feelings. The best farewell possible, there is one in which you said goodbye.
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