So I (32m) was taking an over night sleeper train and was generally in a very good mood. I was on the way to meet old friends, for the first time in Berlin, a city I was anticipating and excited about. It was my first time in a sleeper train in Europe, eager to see how it stacks up against the rickety old sleeper trains in India that I'd been on a few times.

I get into my carriage and find most of the space taken up by suitcases, great. I find the culprits squeezed into a corner, an abashed looking old couple. Oh well, I help them make space and get in with them and quickly turn into friends (don't worry, this is not where the dutty deeds happen). We had some genuinely good conversation about life, family, history, travels and more along the way. The poor souls were embarking on a 24 hour journey back home to the Philippines and were on the way to Amsterdam Airport from Brussels. They were struggling with 4 massive suit cases (filled with goodies for the family. Being Indian, I can relate #JustAsianThings) I helped them with their suitcases when we arrived at Schiphol. My good deed for the day, racking up the karma.

The whole short interaction, was one of those wholesome moments that left me with the feeling like some comfort food or a warm cuppa but for your heart not your belly. Anyways that's not the main event, just the set up for act 2 of my night.

Soon after they left, this cute girl stuck her head in to ask a question about the train. She was wearing baggy sports clothes and a cap partially hiding curly dark hair. She might have not been a head turner, but got more attractive the more you look at her. She had a pretty face, a combination of sharp and soft features. The kind of girl that looks good with little to no effort.

She followed up with a few general questions, the usual where are you heading to, etc. She had that classic traveler vibe and I got the sense she would welcome a chat so I asked her if she'd like to sit, my carriage was empty regardless.

She happily brought along her rucksack and took a seat across from me. She too was halfway through a long journey from Mexico, on her way back home in Germany. There was light but pleasant conversation about the train, her travels, what we do for a living The usual small talk but in a genuinely curious manner far from being forced and dry. Conversation was flowing, the right questions were asked, We were vibrating along the same wavelength, cheesey as it sounds.

To throw a little speed bump in, a mother and young child come into our carriage on the next stop. Nothing against them, just not the same vibe as only the two of us in that cozy cabin. She read my mind and said she'd check if another cabin is free. Luckily it is and she invites me over, so I join her next door where we carry on getting to know each other.

The conductor comes around and says we need to move since the entire cabin was booked from the next stop. Ah well, I thought, this was nice but guess it's time to say goodbye and get some sleep. Boy was I wrong.

He then pauses to ask if we were traveling together. I was like nah we just met but would be keen to sit together. The lad put on his wingman hat at that and said "y'know what, I can make the family sit in another cabin, this cabin is all yours for the whole journey. " Legend.

We celebrate, knowing now that we properly had the cabin to ourselves. We talk some more about her travels, conversation going smooth and a bit deeper than small talk. We had a good connection, not falling in love or anything, just enjoying the moment.

She said that she wasn't able to buy any drinks or food sadly. This was about to be the first of her many needs I was able to fulfill that night.

I offered some of the wine I brought for the journey, a passable but decent 5 euro merlot. She said she would love some but probably wouldn't be a good idea since she was running on fumes and hadn't eaten since a while. But voila, handy ol' me had a delicious sammich hidden up my sleeve, in case of emergency. A fresh sour dough ciabatta with egg and ham salad in a mustard, dill dressing.

I was more than happy to share, especially with this girl who was growing cuter the more we conversed, through her relaxed but intriguing demeanor. She accepted without hesitation and said she thoroughly enjoyed the subtle European flavours and sour dough after all that time eating only Mexican food and the hundred and one different ways they can eat corn tortillas. Without throwing any shade, just stating that the intense flavors got a bit much for a simpler European palette. And I know and share the sentiment. Took me back to being in India for a few weeks and craving something like a fresh tomato and mozzarella salad or spaghetti aglio e olio where the strongest flavour profile is something like olive oil.

And hey, this also meant she could now sip on my tipple, if you know what I mean. No, I'm kidding, still all very innocent. I wasn't flirting or even thinking of anything, I did after all have a girl friend. I chose to not divulge this information. This wasn't a sly plan, I just knew that it could sometimes close people off. Especially when there is some chemistry.

I'm more attracted to her as time flies yet still not allowing myself to get any ideas. While she wasn't a supermodel, at least with her casual, loose clothing, hat and no make up; I was drawn to the sparkle in her eyes and her cheeky smile. In general, I am more attracted to girls who aren't generally very dolled up.

I remind myself that I'm in a relationship and to enjoy moments for what it is. I can see that she too is making deep eye contact and engaging and encouraging our conversation and eager to let the chemistry build.

She told me she's turning 26 next week, me 32 in a few months. We spoke about work and ambition, she told me she studied linguistics and English literature and would like to be a journalist and keeps a personal journal. That's actually what inspired me to write all this. A good outlet for a story I can't share with anyone close to me, as much as I want to.

We continue chatting, it's been a couple hours already and share our mutual love for music. I admitted I was sadly talentless while she was a bassist who used to play in a band. We thought some background music would make th mood even nicer. And again, I had just what we needed. My trusty little speaker with some chill tunes, set to a volume loud enough for just the two of us. Sugarman by Rodriguez against the low rumble of the train. Cute houses between fields and patches of forest racing past us outside the window.

We were both feeling more and more relaxed, with the cozy setting and with each other. The music almost opened another layer, both of us enthralled by each other's selections of either new or familiar tunes. She was showing me Arctic Monkeys new album, me introducing her to contemporary jazz.

We casually continue chatting, momentary silences in between, but far from awkward, we even seem to be comfortable in silence. Something I realized was rare with acquaintances. I took my jacket off and she noticed my tattoo, recognizing the Pink Floyd reference. Another sign to me that she was my kinda cool. I ask her if she has any and she replies with a wink, "maybe, but nothing openly visible." We joke about where that could be and laugh together at the suggestion that a funny spot could be hidden between one's butt cheeks. The conversation somehow veered to a more personal direction and the topic of partners while she was travelling came up. She said how she wasn't really into the drunk hook up culture, fucking random people just to get your kicks. We both agreed that hook ups with an emotional connection though could be fulfilling, even though they are fleeting.

She's been sitting across from me, shoes off, legs propped on the bench next to me. I absent mindedly and subconsciously rested my arm on then, sensing the comfort.

This broke some invisible barrier as we felt closer to each other, realizing we both were people who appreciate human touch. This was evident in the fact that soon after she asks if she can sit next to me and eventually we get into a cuddle, talking about how there's few things better than a hug that's warm, genuine and lasts longer than just a few passing seconds. Still innocent but now with a light tension running through the air.

We continue grooving to the music with conversation both pointless but meaningful. And then the inevitable happens, our faces inches apart, gaze at each other feeling the magnetism between our lips. We allow them to meet in a soft kiss not knowing what this would lead to. Things gradually get more and more heated, slowly but surely.

Both of us giving in to passion of the moment with deeper kisses, feeling the friction of our bodies rubbing against each other. Feeling her soft, slightly wet lips against mine. Our hands exploring each other's body in a tight embrace. This continued for some time until we notice we weren't in the most ergonomic position. She lays down and pulls me on top of her.

My hand found its way to her thighs as her breathing between kisses get heavier. She guides my hands under her pants and I'm surprised by how wet she is. She moans as I rub her and gestures to go deeper. She sounds like she's on the cusp of an orgasm as I insert my finger into her, with my palm massaging the outsides. I wanted to taste her off my fingers but held myself back. We look at each, taking a breather and she says "this has never happened to me on a train before." Damn right, I'm still trying to decide if this is reality or a dream.

She asks if I have a condom but alas, that was the one thing I didn't have that night. How was I to expect to be in need for one in a train. When I was single I would have kept one at hand in case of emergencies but that's no longer the case. We agreed to not fully let ourselves go also since we had no condoms. That's okay, not like I was on the prowl anyways.

We realise that it's already about 2 am, after a long day. so we should try to get some sleep. We initially get into the same bunk, cuddled up, comfortable but not enough to fall asleep. Both also aware that we were both a bit too horny to fall asleep spooning each other. We decide go to opposite bunks and attempt to get some sleep. Minutes pass with some tossing and turning, knowing that the other hasn't slept.

Eventually she says she can't sleep. I ask her what's up and she shyly admits she might still be too horny. I reach over to her and ask if we should try to fix that. We start making out again, our faces meeting in the empty air between our bunks. This time with considerably more lust.

She climbs back into my bunk and we fall into the throws of passion. I reach under her jumper, take her soft breasts in my hands as she moans. She pulled her top up to expose her small but perky breasts so I reach my lips down and kiss her nipples. We realise the curtains only blocked half the window, anyone catching a glimpse would have quite the show but chuckle and carry on. Her soft nipples noticeably get more erect between my lips, my teeth softly grazing against them. Her soft moans say she clearly likes that so I focus my attention on them. She takes her pants off for me to touch as I kiss her body. The soft scents of a fresh shower and body lotion, how is this possible after a long flight from Mexico. As if she read my mind she says she's glad she could freshen up at her friends place after the flight. I stare and admire her body, just the kind I like. Fit but not muscular, smooth and fair, perfect contrast against my brown skin.

She asks if she can touch me down there too and of course I oblige. The bulge in my pants was starting to get uncomfortable. She proceeds to reach under my pants and pulls my corduruoy trousers off and frees my obviously hard penis. She pauses to take a good look at it in her hand while she strokes it. I hold my breath as I appreciate her soft warm hand wrapped around me.

This made me feel like a charged up teenager again. It's been a while since I've kissed someone this much. Not since the early days with my girlfriend. I did feel bad that I was comparing it with how sex usually is, and thinking me and my partner might never share kisses like this again. There's something so deep and intense about the first time two people let their bodies get intwined in each other.

Our hands remain between each other's legs, lips as engrossed with each other's. She pulls her panties off so I'm able to devote more attention to her down there. How is she still so wet! I was craving a taste, but held myself back, thinking that might be a bit much.

Again proving how strangely in sync we were, for strangers who knew each other only a few hours, she moved her lips from my face to my cock. Almost as if to signal to me that she too wanted some oral pleasure. I didn't expect it, being in that setting but fuck, it felt so good. Soft and wet, not too deep but deep enough to take a bit more than my head in her mouth, her tongue licking me inside. I felt her warm wet mouth around my cock head as she went a bit deeper, thrusting my hips up in rhythm with her head. She goes harder with my hand on her soft curly black hair. I feel her saliva trickling down my shaft, her hands on my balls. I get so close to blowing my load and I don't know how but I muster every ounce of self control I have in me and l gently stop her saying I'm pretty close, realizing that letting my self cum might not be the most practical right now with no washroom at our direct disposal. She understood and appreciated. Mr. nice guy again...

But hey, tit for tat right. Now it was her turn and she was clearly aching for more satisfaction. I get between her legs and work on her soft pussy, eventually inserting my finger in. I kiss the inside of her smooth thighs, noticing that though it was brisk, we both had a thin film of sweat on us. Again this only amplified the animalism in us.

I rarely ever go down on a girl I just met but I couldn't resist. She was unshaved with a small tuft of soft hair above her vagina, and still so wet. Most girls I've been with were almost completely shaved but something in that moment made it even more attractive to me. I had to get a taste and start with kissing her soft public hair just below her waist. As my lips move lower I hear her moan and she apologises for being loud. That only encouraged me. I get to it, rhythmically fingering her while using my tongue and lips on her clit. Tasting the slightly sweet and salty wetness, the soft floral soapy smells of soap mixing with her natural scent of the sea. My tongue goes lower to her pussy lips and it almost feels like a drug. My mind blanking out, fully enveloped in her pleasure.

I've always loved oral sex but hardly ever allow myself to get this intimate with someone I just met, for some reason always feeling like it's more intimate than penetrative sex. But I couldn't hold myself back, there was something about her uninhibited ways that rubbed off on me. Uninhibited yet still with caution, almost like we were both surprised at how far this went, but in no control of ourselves.

It felt like it had been years since I encountered a pussy this wet, again taking me back to younger years. There was little I wanted more than to lap it all up.

After a while I get back on top of her, we can see how bad we want to fuck, but we resist. My penis all but in her, between her legs as she grinds on me with my hard cock between her wet pussy lips. Sharing our sentiments of amused frustration. She almost reaches a climax but says she doesn't want to let herself fully cum, unsure of how messy it would be. In my mind I thought, go crazy, I want to be soaked in your juices. The rational part of me thought that might not be the best seeing as how I wouldn't be able to clean myself up.

She gets up, breathless and reaches behind her for some water, accidentally or not, thrusting her naked butt against my torso. Both of us froze with arousal, the new feeling of my penis between her thighs from behind. I hold her hips, my penis rubbing against her lips as she rubs her clit, face contorted in ecstasy as I kiss her neck. My penis so close to finding it's way in her, but both somehow had the willpower to not succumb to passion. I look down at her cute butt, soft full cheeks. Again, nothing like a swimsuit model but nothing more than I could want at that moment. I couldn't help myself and get closer and kiss her bum, leaving my lips against them with light bites and kisses. I slap her other cheek and grab it hard. She gasped and says she likes that. I remembered our earlier joke and say "oh maybe now I could find that elusive tattoo." She genuinely laughs and it's almost like that made her even more horny. As I get back to fingerling her from behind she sounds like she's about to cum. Sensing it I covered her mouth with my hand which only seemed to make her even more horny. She was biting my fingers, making them wet with her saliva as I too was feeling the rush of ecstacy, feeling like something had taken over me in that dark train carriage.

After what both seemed like quick minutes and long hours of passion we remind ourselves that tomorrow we would not thank ourselves for a sleepless night. It was 4am, we knew we had to call it a night. We pull ourselves together, for once doing the sensible thing and kiss each other good night, only just managing to separate ourselves to get in our own bunks. Part of me is glad we restrained from penetrative sex, we might have not taken as much time in the heights of pleasure.

I hardly sleep knowing Berlin was a couple hours away, thoughts reeling through my head. When the time came, I gathered my stuff to leave, go over her bunk to say goodbye. She stirs awake sensing I was there. With a sleepy smile she tells me that this was really nice. I kiss her admitting this must have been the best train journey of my life. We say good bye with one last kiss and away I go.

Probably one of the craziest experiences of my life but I can't tell anyone about it! A fact I merely touched upon is that I'm in a committed, monogamous relationship. I feel guilty but more for the dishonesty than the act itself. It was more than a cheap sexual moment of madness. It was, in a way, a beautiful experience shared between strangers. Like a short vacation, well spent but happy to go back home to reality. Sigh, there's surely a lot I need to unravel with my therapist but for now I try and bask in the glory of human connection rather than drown in the guilt. No one taking advantage of each other, just thoroughly enjoying losing ourselves in that sudden connection.

Everything perfectly fell into place, it's almost like destiny. Had one little detail changed, this would not have been a story to tell. Heck it was a lazy minute change that made me

I must admit too, this was a massive ego boost that I needed. I've been going through stuff that made me feel insecure. I'm far from a straight up pretty boy, I know I am good looking but also a bit chubby and have a minor disability that makes me feel very self conscious. All in all it was a beautiful night that really fell into place in the best way possible.

Anyways, thanks for listening. I think it did help putting my thoughts into words. Truly needed to get this off my chest and this is surely a story I want to remember. Believe it if you want, this story is a hundred percent true, best experience ever.