Brief Encounter (Train Blowjob)

The floods in England this week, as well as this video, remind me of a great experience I had back in January 2003 while on a train trip from Amsterdam to Koln.

The morning air was bitterly cold as I headed from my hotel in Damrak to the train station. It was a week into the new year and the skies above were ominous. Locals warned tourists to be careful of roof tiles falling onto pavements in the wind. There were menacing clouds curling fast in the air of a low pressure system associated with severe winter storms. This particular storm was a big one – lashed the United Kingdom, Scandinavia, Holland northern Germany, and Russia with hurricane-force winds and intense rains. According to news reports after , 14 people died in the storm, many from being hit by falling trees or blowing debris.

Across Northern Europe, train services were halted and electricity flickered out under the onslaught of winds that gusted up to 180 km/hour (112 mph). However my train journey to Amsterdam was still listed as going ahead, so I decided to take the chance – after all, Holland is not so full of trees that can fall on train lines.

Still, I boarded the train wondering if it was even wise to travel. A power failure could halt the train. There seemed to be very few locals aboard, the only others in my carriage was a small knot of four girls, who were chattering excitedly about the storm. From the accents I could tell they were American. It seemed they were university students on an adventure, probably using Inter-rail travel cards to get around.

I got out a book and started reading.

My seat was at the end of the carriage near the WC so from time to time each of the girls would pass by to use the facilities, and then to head back to her friends.

I have always been a voyeur and enjoyed admiring the girls as they came and went. All were wearing sweaters and tight denim jeans. Nice young arses of various sizes and shapes, all erotic to behold, swaying as the girls moved against the rocking motion of the train – poetry in motion.,,,,,

The second girl to go to the WC smiled at me as I looked up at her when she passed. Busted. But when she went back, I could feast my eyes on her arse once she passed by. I didn’t spot that one of her friends was watching my reaction and when she got back to her seat, there was whispering and laughter. I realised they were on to me.

About 15 minutes later the same girl got up to go to the WC again. I tried to keep my nose in my book but to my consternation she stopped and said to me

“Do you speak English?”

I replied that I was Irish and on a short trip to see a friend in Leverkusen.