Night Train Freeride with Dirty City Trip

I was visiting Berlin for work before Christmas. On Sunday, I met up with my Italian Gym Rat, whom I had been fucking throughout the week. On Sunday, I was scheduled to take the night train back to Antwerp, Belgium. I met up with her at Berlin Hauptbahnhof for, what should shave been, a short drink.

Sitting in a hotel bar outside of the train station, we were talking about her plans on her day off tomorrow. She had to return to work on Tuesday 10 a.m. I joked about how she should just go to Antwerp with me. She liked the idea so much that she started to browse ticket prices on her phone¹ - there were no more available.

A cheeky, adventurous idea sprung to my mind: why don’t I try smuggling her on the train? After all, the train is divided into compartments of six beds, with a luggage compartment above the door - a place no one really checks. “You know that I’ll do whatever you tell me to²”, she said, thinking that I’m joking. I could tell she was craving to spend more time with me, though.

“Let’s just go to the train station. Hop on the train with me, and jump off if you change your mind”, I said. Moments late, she obediently followed me on the train. Just as I expected, the train started to move moments later. “Oh fuck”, she giggled…

Smuggling her was thrilling but ultimately easier than I expected. We got lucky because my wagon was at the front end of the train, where there was no conductor checking entry. I informed the other five passengers of my plan, and they all went along with it - no one snitched. Then, after hiding for 15 minutes, in the luggage compartment, the conductor pretty much left us alone the entire trip.

At midnight, everyone in the cabin was getting ready for sleep. My (our) bed was at the top level, so I put the Italian in front of me and snuggled behind her. The excitement of our dirty plan working out (at least until the morning), got me in an excited, adventurous state. I cupped one hand around one of her massive breasts, and unzipped my pants with the other. She slid down her gym outfit, and soon we were fucking discretely, with my hand over her mouth, trying to time my trusts with the rhythmic noise of the train’s wheels. In the morning, we disembarked the train in Antwerp Central train station.

We did many fun things that day: I took her to my friends’ house, where she had to explain the story of who she was, and how she got here³. Later, we went for lunch, sampled Belgian beer, and drank Glühwein on the Christmas market. The whole experience was surreal.

The highlight of the trip, was me taking her to the Outpost: a gaming café where the biggest nerds meet to play video and board games. It’s a place I used to frequent when I was in high school. I sat the Italian next to me as we started to play World of Warcraft together. She was coming from work and was wearing tight black gym pants, a cropped black top that exposed her shoulders and her massive tits. I could see the other men’s eyes being drawn to her across their monitors.Fifteen years ago, I was sitting on the same chair playing the same game, being absolutely clueless about women. Now, there’s a horny Italian gym rat next to me, who I smuggled and fucked⁴ on the train the night before, and who was horny again.

I contemplated fucking her on the toilets there, but the place was too crowded. “Let’s go for a walk”, I said. We left the place and made our way towards the Christmas market again. Just outside, I spotted a Dixie toilet near a construction site. Horny, I grabbed her hand and dragged her towards it - it was unlocked. She already knew what was up, and started undressing as soon as she was inside. We fucked like rabbits again - until we heard the sound of approaching footsteps…

Someone pulled on the door, and cursed that it was closed. Moments later, we heard the person, a man, pee against the door. My dick was still inside her at that point. Once he left, we continued, trying to hold our laugh.

The rest of the trip was quite chaotic. I’ll describe the end of it briefly:

It involved her being refused boarding the Flix bus because she didn’t have her ID card, me having to break into my own house (I didn’t have a key), driving her across the border of Germany towards Aachen, where she took a train back to Berlin. On the way back, my car broke down and had to get towed. An absolutely crazy end to an already crazy day.