Bojišnica u vlaku Karlovac - Rijeka

She sucked my tongue and gently nibbled it with her white teeth while letting out deep sighs. I grabbed her by her large soft buttocks and lifted her onto the small sink. She sat on it with her legs spread, and while we were connected by a kiss, she hurriedly unbuttoned my pants and pulled out the deadly weapon. I pushed aside her black thin panties and thrust my bayonet into her wet pussy. She squeezed me with her vaginal muscles as if she wanted to squeeze all the life juice out of me. My cock must have turned blue from that grip. I was thrusting into her with my full length, and she accompanied each of my thrusts with a deep sigh, while she squeezed me around the waist with her full legs in black stockings and bit me on the neck and face.

Tired from serving my country, I settled into the soft seats of the "Inter City" compartment in Karlovac, which would take me to Rijeka in about three hours. The camouflage uniform I wore was so wrinkled and uncomfortable, and my boots were pinching my legs. God forbid I take them off now! I think I would cause a massacre as if someone had used the nerve gas I heard about in training. Serves me right for not wanting to wear civilian clothes. Maybe I subconsciously wanted people to see me in uniform. I felt more important that way...
It didn't take long for fatigue to overcome me, and I was already dozing off, thinking about my beautiful friends whom I would take out late into the evening or early morning during my well-deserved leave.... At one of the upcoming stations, I have no idea which one, I was jolted from the corridor of the carriage by the light sound of high heels, which was getting closer to my compartment. As the sound grew louder, my desire to find out what kind of leg adorned that sound grew stronger. I became euphoric. I don't even know why, but I prepared myself as if I were lying in wait for a fierce enemy that needed to be destroyed. Then a lady in her good forties appeared, and I sat like a little boy in that armchair, holding onto the soft cushion beneath me, with my mouth half open and my eyes wide. It was as if I had seen Hitler himself. Where was all my bravery now? I wasn't scared of the dull footsteps during the dead watch, but now I froze in fear when I heard a woman's step. But all of that was instantly interrupted by a pleasant female voice, full of warmth, asking me if the seat was free.
- Of course, madam, please have a seat.
I saw that she was dragging a large suitcase behind her and immediately offered to help.
- Let me lift that for you, madam. Don't strain yourself - I said confidently and lifted her luggage without any problem. I didn't even feel how heavy it was. Immediately after, I held her long coat as she took it off. She thanked me in surprise and praised my chivalry. If only she knew what else I would hold for her... She sat across from me, and then I could fully see her femininity and beauty of middle age. She was a brunette with a shoulder-length permanent hairstyle, light makeup on her elongated face with just a few wrinkles that revealed her age. I pretended not to look at her, but every moment of her inattention served as a moment for my imagination. A tight black turtleneck covered her neck, around which hung a necklace with some little stones, beautifully highlighting her ample bosom, whose peaks were outlined by large nipples. I wasn't even aware that I was holding my breath while watching her. Ah! Then my gaze shifted lower. Around her elegantly filled waist, she had a wide black leather belt with a large buckle, and even lower, a short black skirt and gray-black stockings on her full legs, which were finally adorned with glossy black high-heeled shoes.
- She's beautiful! - I said to myself, and out loud sighed so that she looked up questioningly from the magazine she was flipping through. I caught that deep blue gaze and just smiled with a face that seemed like I had messed something up. She returned my smile and asked if it was hard for me to be a soldier.
- Well, not really, it's just that you're temporarily deprived and bound in many ways - I replied sadly. With her well-groomed hands and delicate fingers with long red nails, she closed the magazine and set it aside. She crossed her arms so that her breasts swelled even more, and with the clattering of the wheels, a pleasant conversation began. We introduced ourselves with a gentle handshake.
- I am Ana. Nice to meet you - the lady said sweetly.
We talked about everything and touched on many topics, daily events, ourselves, jokes...
- Good day! Tickets, please - came a voice from the sliding door. While I was handing my ticket to the conductor, lady Ana stood up to get her ticket from her coat pocket. As she stood up, she accidentally showed me that she was wearing garters and black panties. For a moment, I froze, my head turned towards her crotch, and my hand extended towards the conductor. I kept my hand in the air, and after the conductor took my ticket from it and returned it to me.
- Thank you very much, and I wish you a pleasant journey - said the conductor as he exited the compartment.
Instead of sitting down, lady Ana approached the window, opened it, and leaned out gently, so the wind tangled in her thick hair and curls. As I remained seated, from this lower position, I could see the edges of the stockings holding the garters on those full, white thighs. Part of me still remained frozen. My cock had grown so much that it looked like I had three legs. Just a little more, and I would turn into a howitzer on a tripod spewing fire. I urgently needed air, as the consequence of a month of military abstinence would lead to me cumming in my pants. I stood up and moved to the window next to lady Ana.
- It's beautiful - she said with her eyes closed.
- What is beautiful? - I asked.
- The air, nature... and it's nice to see the excitement of a young guy. You think I don't know you've been watching me the whole time. That's why I showed you more - lady Ana continued, resting her head on her forearms, which she held on top of the open window. I was battling with moral enemies within myself, and in the end, as if guided by some higher power, I gently touched her full thigh beneath the short skirt with my right fingers, where the synthetic material transitioned to smooth skin. That blend of artificial and real, that transition from dark stockings to white skin poured warmth around my heart that sank down to my full balls.
- See, it's not hard - lady Ana said sweetly as her left hand gently unbuttoned the camouflage uniform pants. I didn't say anything. I just trembled with uncertainty, like a prisoner before torture who still doesn't know what will be done to him. I surrendered to lady Ana's hands as the train sped through the forests of Gorski Kotar, and the wind from the window mixed the damp forest scents with the smell of her hair. She sank down onto the seat, and before my cock disappeared in her mouth, she said:
- Mmmm! What a piece! Now I'm going to take care of you, soldier - and she started playing with her tongue, just as flames play with hard branches. Just a few moments later, my howitzer began to spew in bursts that riddled lady Ana's tongue, face, and black tight turtleneck.
- Look what you've done to me! - she said angrily. - Now I have to remove all my makeup and wash this off my shirt. - she continued, agitated. - Why didn't you warn me? You're really not normal. You've smeared me all over.
Then she stood up and, with her handbag, went to the restroom at the end of the corridor.
- Shit! And now what? When she comes back, she'll be angry again, and I won't get what I want - I thought. I didn't know what to do. Now it was all the same anyway. I had already messed things up with lady Ana. Or maybe this was all an act because she might just have wanted to give me a blowjob. No, it won't go like that. Now I'm going on the offensive. Enemy - located. Mission - destruction. I marched towards the restroom. Surprisingly, the door was ajar, and I saw her wiping her face with a tissue. Without knocking and without hesitation, I entered the narrow space where the smells of dried urine and her perfume mixed, and I closed the door behind me. She looked at me strangely without saying a word.
- Excuse me, lady Ana, I didn't know that would bother you, if I can... - I began to apologize.
- You don't need to say anything - she interrupted me. - Just let me get ready.
- Don't get ready yet. We're not done - I said, and at the same time, over the stained turtleneck, I grabbed her breast.
- Please... - she wanted to say something to me, but I wasn't interested at all. I interrupted her with a wet and deep kiss. She sucked my tongue and gently nibbled it with her white teeth. I grabbed her by her large soft buttocks and lifted her onto the small sink. She sat on it with her legs spread, and while we were connected by a kiss, she hurriedly unbuttoned my pants and pulled out the deadly weapon. I pushed aside her black thin panties and thrust my bayonet into her wet pussy. She squeezed me with her vaginal muscles as if she wanted to squeeze all the life juice out of me. My cock must have turned blue from that grip. I was thrusting into her with my full length, and she accompanied each of my thrusts with a deep sigh, while she squeezed me around the waist with her full legs in black stockings and bit me on the neck and face.
- Fuck me, soldier! - she said sweetly and commandingly at the same time. I lifted her turtleneck and squeezed and kneaded her large breasts through the lace transparent bra. I didn't want to take them out. This combination of materials and colors suited me perfectly. The feeling of soft warmth beneath the rough surface of the black lace drove me to madness. I felt that dear lady was about to cum. All breathless, she began to tremble, gripping me tightly with her hands and legs. Just a little more, and we would both perish in this offensive.
- Don't cum inside me, please - she barely spoke. - I'm not protected - she said at the last moment, because just a second after that, I pulled my bayonet out of her depths and smeared her black lace panties with white cream. The thick liquid seeped into her lush hair and glued it. She kissed me once more and...
- This doesn't matter. It won't be seen - she said with a smile. I was the first to exit as if nothing had happened, but still...
- Is everything alright, young man? - the cheerful conductor asked me as I met him in the corridor leading to our compartment.
- Yes! It's just that the little one felt faint from the journey and threw up - I replied cynically. He knew what had happened, so I answered him that way. I don't care! Let him mind his own business. I know he didn't mean anything bad, but...
We were only a few minutes away from entering the Rijeka station.
- It's good that we finished on time because my dear will be waiting for me at the station, so it wouldn't be nice for me to show up much later...
I was left astonished and confused when I heard that. I didn't want to say anything to her. It wouldn't make sense. The train had already stopped at the station, and I was still sitting in the empty compartment, with the imprint of the kiss on my face that freshly made-up lady Ana had pressed on me before she left. Only when everyone had left the carriage did I gently pick up my military bag and head home, happy and sad at the same time. Ah, how many more battles like this await me until the end of my life?