Amsterdam Express

The trip there had been exciting - getting my first passport, changing planes in JFK airport in New York, seeing Manhattan from the air as we circled around to land. Then the real treat: they put me up in the front of the plane all the way from New York to Milan, because they needed my single seat in economy for two people traveling together. I didn't sleep a wink.
3.9 1541 words 7 mins encounters

Northern Spanish are often light-complected, slim and very European in looks, whereas the southerners are darker, more arabic. His English was perfect, even down to an American accent. His name tag said "Jon," which meant nothing to me at all about his nationality. Jonathan? Jonas? He looked no more than twenty. I did what everybody does on the trains while waiting to leave.
5 1719 words 8 mins encounters arabic

Giordano and the attendant spoke rapidly in Italian, as the tray was laid on the little table by the window, and I stood there like a tree with deep roots. The attendant brushed past me as he backed out, and I think he felt me up, but I wasn't sure. It could have been only an accident.
3.4 1524 words 7 mins encounters

We got up, and I realized I had had quite enough to drink. I wasn't drunk, but I was light-headed, and had to concentrate as we went back to the compartment. In between the last two cars, Giordano pulled me to a stop, and I turned into his embrace, kissing him with a light-headedness that surely could not have been merely the wine.
2.9 1684 words 7 mins encounters

Make me a baby inside. Fill me with your love. " I covered his mouth with mine, and lifted his butt up a little, then put a pillow under the small of his back. He wrapped his arms around me, and I began the fucking, starting by only going out a half inch or so, then an inch, then three or four.
3.2 1561 words 7 mins encounters

I opened the door to the compartment to let Giordano back in while I brushed my hair, then grabbed my two cases, ready to go. "Hey, Giordano!" I called out. "Where did you put your bag?" I didn't see his leather grip anywhere. I looked under the seat. No. His jacket wasn't there, either. "Maybe he took it out into the corridor to get it out of the way," I thought. So I looked out there.
4.8 885 words 4 mins encounters