After working in Vienna for a week, I was scheduled to take a night train to Berlin on Friday the 13th.
Boarding the train, I notice that I have the whole cabin to myself. The lights in my cabin were very dim, though. Train cabins consist of a small central table, and six beds stacked along the walls in pairs of three.
Before I enter the cabin, I hear a woman with a thick Russian accent: “Excoose meh, can you halp mee store zis luggage, pliez?” She had all the hallmarks of a typical Slavic woman: puffed up lips, massive fake tits, round face, Russian eyes. “Of course, no problem”, I answered in Russian.
We got along from the start. She was alone in her cabin as well. I played the fact that my cabin had poor lighting, and asked if I may join her to read my book for a while. She agreed with excitement. Naturally, no books were read that night.
Instead, we started talking about her travels: she was 36, still somewhat hot, fitness-obsessed, coming from a bumfuck nowhere town in Siberia, and was newly wed to some rich provider American. It was textbook Beta Bucks: I asked her what she found important in a partner, and she answered “I feel the man I marry has an obligation to provide for me, but still give me the freedom to travel when I want”. Poor guy.
As we kept talking I kept spiking up the conversation, dragging it into the seedy and sexual. We talked about our experience with drugs, infidelity, and adventure. She confessed that she cheated on a partner before. Things were looking good, and I was starting to get properly horny…
At that moment, a male train conductor knocked on the cabin door (our curtains were closed). He was surprised to find me in the, apparently female-only, cabin. “Is everything alright?” he asked her in German. I explained the situation first to the Russian, then to the train conductor. The Russian insisted that everything is fine (in English), and that she’d like me to stay. Obviously, the train conductor understood what my plan was, and tried to cock block me. However, after me staying calm, and the Russian insisting on my presence he had to back off. Before leaving, he threw me a cheeky smile.
I felt I escalated sufficiently verbally, I felt I had to move things toward the physical. “Let me show you some pictures of my travels”, I said. Moving myself from my bench next to her on the opposite side of the cabin. She eagerly leaned in as our thighs were touching.
At this part I started fucking up: I didn’t pull the trigger. In a normal situation like a bar or some place outside, I would have went for it. The problem was, that we were essentially sharing this cabin for the night. What if I has miss-calibrated the set and she would get scared? I’d be stuck in the cabin with her.
We talked some more before heading to bed. I was thoroughly disappointed and horny for not pulling the trigger. In hindsight, I felt I could have risked it and played it off with “oh well, I at least wanted to try. Now I got my answer. I won’t bother you further”.
In the morning we exchanged numbers. She was eager to meet me on a date. Unfortunately, I was too busy with applying for a startup in Berlin. I never got out to meet her. I don’t mind losing her at this point - I just really wanted the spontaneous train-fuck story…
Luckily, I redeemed myself one week later.