I called the conductor on the train to my compartment and fucked while she was on a break

The Conductor’s Compartment Capers

Harriet, in her crisp blue uniform, made her way through the gently rocking train cars. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the polished floors as she checked tickets and made small talk with passengers. It was just another ordinary day for the charming young conductor.

As the train chugged through the picturesque countryside, Harriet made her way towards the sleeper cars. She rapped lightly on door number 6. “This is your stop, ma’am,” she called out.

The door slid open, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful redhead. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she looked up at Harriet. “I hate to trouble you,” she purred, “but could you bring me my luggage from the storage compartment when we reach the next station? I’m rather….indisposed at the moment.”

Harriet’s gaze drifted down to the lush curves barely contained by the woman’s silk robe. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll be happy to assist you.” She couldn’t help but steal a final lingering glance before moving on.

Hours passed and the conductor’s duties kept her busy. But curiosity about the mysterious beauty gnawed at her mind. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks, Harriet decided it was time for her dinner break. Maybe she’d take the sleeper car girl her meal.

Returning with two modest-looking trays, Harriet hesitated outside the door. Raising a fist to knock, she paused as she heard muffled sounds from within. Were those moans? Her heart began to race. Curiosity overtook caution and she peeked inside.

What Harriet saw made her gasp. The redhead was sprawled across the bed, legs spread wide as a large vibrator buzzed between her slick folds. Her hands pawed at her own breasts, tweaking the stiff pink nipples. Harriet couldn’t tear her eyes away from the erotic sight.

Seconds ticked by, neither woman backing away or looking away. An unspoken invitation passed between them. Harriet felt a tingling warmth spread through her body, settling in her loins. She kicked off her sensible pumps and stripped off her uniform as she crossed to the bed, legs trembling.

The redhead lifted her head, bedroom eyes smoldering. “I was hoping you’d join me,” she said, voice husky with desire. “I get so lonely on these trips.”

Harriet let out a guttural moan as she climbed on top of the beauty, their naked flesh pressing together. They came together in a wild-making frenzy, kissing and touching and teasing.

Deft fingers delved into wet heat, fingertips circling the swollen bud aching for release. Harriet felt herself building and building, skin flushed, chest heaving, pulse pounding in her ears.

Biting down on a shoulder to muffle her cries, Harriet shattered, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over her. Her lover followed a moment later, hips arching up with a ragged scream of ecstasy.

Spent and sated, the two women collapsed into the silky sheets, limbs tangled, sweat cooling on their flushed skin. They lay there basking in each other’s warmth for long blissful moments before the conductor stirred.

“I should be getting back,” Harriet said regretfully. “My break’s almost over.” She reached for her clothes, feeling a bit shy under the other woman’s heated gaze.

“Not so fast.” The redhead grabbed her wrist playfully. “I have an offer for you.” She leaned in close, breath whispering across Harriet’s ear. “Let’s have sex in every train car, in every way possible, on every future trip. I’ll give you the best orgasms of your life.”

Harriet swallowed hard, pulse racing with excitement. “What about the passengers? The rules?”

“There are lockable compartments,” she tantalized. “Hidden corners. Empty cars at night. I’ll make it worth your while, my sweet conductor.”

She pressed a button on her phone, swapping screens until a bank statement was visible. Harriet’s eyes widened at the zeros in the balance. Then the woman took Harriet’s hand, guiding it between her parted thighs.

“Will you come play with me?” she asked, words dripping with lust.

Harriet licked her lips, overwhelming need battling with lingering reticence. Then her vibration carried her message – the next station: 5 minutes. Decision time.

Harriet’s gaze drifted down to the money on her lover’s phone. It was an obscene amount. Enough to quit her job and start over. The hand over her folds, boldly displaying its wet best pleasures to her. Just sitting there, silently saying: “Pick me, pick me.” Harriet looked back up to the begging eyes and realized she was damned if she did. Damned if she didn’t.

She glanced at the phone screen, back at her lover. Back at the phone…then to the station exit. Then back to her lover. Then back to the phone… It was starting to feel like a glitch… or a challenge. Drop it, Harriet, you’ve got 3 minutes. DRIVE.