I was traveling on the night express from Budapest to Prague. The compartment was narrow, lit only by a faint blue light above the beds. When I entered, she was already there. She was sitting by the window in thin night shorts and a loose T-shirt, her hair loose and her eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the glass. She was about thirty, with beautiful lips and a neck that I immediately imagined under my own mouth. “Good evening,” I said quietly and closed the door behind me. She smiled only at the corner of her mouth, as if she knew that this night would not be ordinary. I put my things away and lay down on my bed opposite her. The train started moving, and the rhythmic rocking slowly brought us together. We talked about nothing important, but her voice was warm and a little hoarse.

Every word penetrated my skin. When the headlights went out, only the blue remained, making her face even softer. I felt the air between us heat up. Her foot touched mine at every opportunity. First by accident. Then on purpose. When I leaned over to get water, her fingers briefly ran down my forearm. It was just a short, gentle trace, but it was enough to make my heart beat faster. “I can’t sleep,” she whispered after a moment. “Neither can I,” I replied, looking straight into her eyes. I saw the same burning desire in them that I felt. I slowly stood up and sat on the edge of her bed. Our knees were touching. I placed my hand on her thigh, right where her shorts ended. Her skin was velvety and hot. I ran my fingers up, very slowly, watching her breathing change. When I reached the edge of her panties, I stopped and let her feel how much I wanted her. Her lips parted in a soft sigh. I leaned closer until I could feel her warm breath on my mouth. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I whispered. She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she grabbed my neck and pulled me close. Our lips connected in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue was sweet and curious. I ran my hands up her sides, under her shirt, until I found her breasts. Her nipples were hard and sensitive now. When I gently squeezed them between my fingers, she moaned right into my mouth. The sound almost drove me crazy. The train rocked harder. I slowly laid down on top of her. Her legs spread apart and wrapped around my hips. I could feel her wet shell through the thin fabric. I pulled her shorts down with my fingers and touched her exactly where she was most ready.

She was so wet, so warm, and so smooth that I had to close my eyes to control myself. “Please,” she whispered in my ear, her voice full of need. I slowly entered her. Inch by inch. I wanted her to feel every bit of my desire. When I was all inside her, I paused for a moment, letting her get used to me. Then I began to move my hips in the rhythm of the train. Deeply. Slowly. Then faster. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans turned into soft screams, drowned out by the roar of the wheels. I held her hips and penetrated her again and again, feeling her tighten around me, her body fighting for more. When she reached her climax, she fluttered in my hands like a butterfly. Her insides gripped me in sweet spasms. The feeling was so intense that I couldn’t control myself anymore. With a deep groan, I squirted into her as the train continued its dark journey through the night. In the morning, when I woke up, her bed was empty. Only the scent of her body remained in the air and a small piece of paper on the pillow. “Thank you for the most beautiful night of my life. I will never know your name. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.” I smiled into the void and touched my lips to the place where her head had been a moment ago. Some desires are sweetest when they remain a secret forever.