I gasped, then groaned, as my prick hardened at her brazen touches, and was amazed that her conversation with the girls remained unchanged in tone. In a moment she reached down and slid out a small, one-foot-wide table under the window that is used for writing or playing cards. She stepped aside slightly and raised one leg to place a knee on the table. She was wearing a cotton, A-line skirt ending at the knee, no panties, and a sleeveless knit jersey top…sensible wear for traveling…and in this case, very convenient for a quick fuck. And that’s what she wanted…for me to perversely nail her while she was talking with her young daughter a few feet below us on the platform. She placed her other foot on the seat to her left, which raised her a bit and enabled me to slip into her to my balls. She was soaking wet and thrust back at me as Lindy was saying something to her, but she didn’t react at all. I must have had a silly look on my face as I was standing very close behind her, but it hardly mattered. The engine sounded its horn and the train jumped, indicating we were almost on our way. Then it started moving and we began blowing kisses to the girls, who soon disappeared as the train pulled slowly away. I pushed up the window to close it, but thirty seconds later we were stopped…next to another train’s second-class car with most of its passenger seats filled. By that time Maureen and I were going at one another like frenzied animals.
“Awwghh…Gawwwd, Nicky, fuck me! Yes! Yes! Oh, yeah!” The passengers in the window seats of the adjacent train were watching Maureen’s contorted, grunting face from two feet away through the closed windows. Then she made it easier for them. She opened the curtain on the lower window! Though they couldn’t see me actually doing her, that is, our parts coming together, they could see me thrusting into her from behind, and that was enough for her. “Yeah! I’m fucking this young man!” she moaned through gritted teeth, “and it’s good! An’ I’m…ohh, Gawd…Ni…Nick…Nicky…I’m gonna, I’m gon-naaa! Baby, I’m gonna cu’…I’m cummmmiiiinnnngggg! Cummmiiiinnngggg!” She gripped the window frame with one hand and with the other pulled up her top to roughly squeeze her breasts and twist her nipples to the shocked looks of our neighboring travelers. The train across from us began moving very slowly, allowing hundreds of nice French people in car after car to observe Maureen’s long, public orgasm, as I hammered at her until she quivered, whimpering and whining into several aftershocks, at which point the train across from us was finally gone.
Though I wasn’t a train sex virgin, I’d never experienced the carnal act with such a large audience. Maureen flopped onto the seat, relaxed, and objected when I went to my compartment to transfer my belongings to hers, wanting instead to give me an immediate blowjob. This trip to Rome would be a first, and so far it promised to be memorable. I’d never traveled in a sleeping car before, much less with a horny woman twice my age who was apparently an exhibitionist. I wondered if there would be any sleep involved at all.