Sleeping naked on the sleeper train...

Tickets, please!

I woke up sweating, the train rocking from side to side. For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was or even what country I was in; all I knew was that it was hot as balls. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone, gutted to see it wasn’t even midnight yet.

I could feel the sweat trickling down between my breasts beneath my t-shirt, and my thong was soaked through, the string riding high on my hips and the lace transparent with moisture. I moved over to the window and tried to open it, but it was either stuck or glued shut, and I sighed with exasperation. Looking through the glass, I fantasized about what the air would feel like hitting my skin at this speed.

I turned around and looked at the cabin door, and saw that it was still locked.

Fuck it.

I peeled my T-shirt up and over my head, dropping it onto the floor behind me. My nipples hardened immediately, and I ran a hand down my stomach, briefly imagining the look on some guy’s face as a pair of huge titties went past his bedroom window at 60MPH.

The thought made me smile, and I cupped my breasts gently, feeling the weight of them.

It felt good to be topless, and with the carriage to myself–there was another bunk on the other side of the room but it was empty–I decided to slip my panties off too. Why not? I stood up and pulled them down slowly, my butt facing the window, once again enjoying the mildly exhibitionist thrill of some countryside resident catching a glimpse of something at high speed and then questioning themselves about it for the rest of their life.

Naked, I lay back on my bunk, pulling the thin sheet over me, feeling relief and closing my eyes, trying to get back to sleep.

I was drifting off again when there was a knock on the door.

“H-hello?” I called out, panic shooting through me as I sat up so quickly I almost banged my head on the low ceiling. I waited, silently, listening, wondering if the person outside the door even spoke English. I clutched the sheet to my chest, trying to cover my nipples. “Who is it?”

“I am so sorry to bother you,” a man’s voice said through the door, heavily accented. “I know it’s late but…I think this is my room?”

I looked at the empty bed on the other side of the room. Fuck. I knew the dorms were potentially co-ed when I booked the train, but this late in the evening? Really?

“Can I…can I see your ticket, please?”

Five minutes later and it had all been sorted. The man did indeed have the bunk beside me, and had not yet checked in because he’s been having a few drinks in the main carriage before bed, something I had thought about doing too.

Now I was back in my bunk, watching him (but pretending not to watch him) as he arranged his stuff for bed, my whole body humming with the strange energy of being naked in the presence of a stranger. The blanket was wrapped tightly around me, of course, but the feel of my nipples beneath the thin sheet was…interesting.

“Do you mind if I read for a while?”

“Not at all,” I said, lying back on the bed, the outline of my naked body suddenly way too obvious beneath the sheet; the shape of my breasts, the smooth mound of my pussy. I turned to the side, trying to make it less obvious, and to my horror, saw my still-moist thong in the middle of the floor. Damn. He must have stepped over it to get into his bunk.

He didn’t look at me as he pulled out his book and I appreciated that; he was trying to give me privacy. Unfortunately, respectful guys make me horny, and so I couldn’t relax. Instead, the texture of the sheet against my nipples was making them harder and more needy, and I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together.

“Sorry for not letting you in straight away,” I said, settling in on the top bunk. “You understand, I’m sure?”

“Of course,” he said, still not looking. The thing is, I kind of wanted him to look now, and I had let the blanket come down a little bit, revealing my deep cleavage as I lay on my side facing him. “I totally get it.” He looked at me, his eyes flicking to my cleavage and his face turning red. He turned back to his book. “Anyway, I will try to be quiet…”

I rolled onto my back, watching my boobs through the thin sheet as they recoiled from the movement. “Me too,” I whispered back, biting my lip.

But I wasn’t sure I was being entirely truthful anymore.

I lay there for a moment, watching him from the corner of my eye, and then turned to face the wall. I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was naked, my hip pressed against the mattress and my bare ass facing toward him, the thin sheet the only thing between us. One wrong move and he would see everything. The thought was terrifying and exciting, and I squeezed my thighs together even tighter. The truth was; I wanted to reach my hand down between my legs and get myself off in front of him.

But I told myself to stop it. To calm down. To go to sleep.

But the train rocked gently beneath me, making my body move backward and forward rhythmically. I could hear Leo turning pages in his book as I sweated beneath my sheet, wishing I could kick it off and reveal myself to him; my big tits, my flat stomach, my bare pussy…

My mind raced. What would he do? What would he think? Would he be disgusted? Or would he look? I imagined his eyes on me and shivered with pleasure.

I was being stupid. He was just a guy trying to relax. I was the one lying here naked, my mind in the gutter.

I shifted my leg, just a little, sticking out my naked foot and letting the sheet fall away from my calf. That was okay, right? Nothing crazy about letting my feet get some air, right?

I shifted again, letting the sheet slide away from my body, all the way up to my hip. Still nothing.

Without knowing I was going to do it, I pushed the sheet down with my foot until it revealed my ass, my hips bent enough that I suspected a little peek of my pussy might be on display too. I wondered what the hell I was doing but it was too late for that now. Instead, I lay perfectly still, not breathing, my big round pale ass pointed directly at him, wondering if he was looking and hoping that he was.

My pussy throbbed. I wanted to turn over. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see him looking at me. But I couldn’t move. I was frozen by a mix of terror and excitement.

I hadn’t heard a page turn in a long time. Was he asleep, or watching? I gently gyrated my ass a little; just one undulation, a slow rotation of my hips.

Still nothing.

Fuck it.

I rolled onto my back, pulling the sheet away completely.

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