Trainride In Europe (Closed for Selena)

[3hnxs]

Thank God, on the train at last! Italy is damn hot this time of year, and the running around to find my luggage, and then hail a taxi to get to the train station had me dripping with sweat.

At last ,I was in the comfort of my cabin! I threw my bag on the bench seat opposite, reached over and slid the window down. That's more like it, I thought, as the breeze rushed in the window, drying my hair and my brow.

Feeling a bit more at ease, I reached into my suitcase, dug out a pair of cream colored cotton shorts, a silk shirt adorned by orcihds, and a pair of old leather tire tread harachis I'd had since Mexico, and stepped into the compartment bathroom to change.

The vacation starts here! I thought to myself.

 

[InnerKitty]

Selena

Whatever possesed me to wear high heeled sandals on a train?!
Smiling at myself and my predicimant..." the romance of Italy...just like the brochure..." I whisper.
Jostled by the other passengers, I drop my suitcase and the old closing mechinism releases, spewing my clothing across the ground.
"Oh No!" I am embarrassed beyond anything I have ever felt before, I begin frantically attempt to gather my clothing before anyone helps. Too late, an Italian elderly couple begin helping, I am mortified as the grandpere gathers up my underwear and hands them to me. "Grací" I manage as we repack the last of my garments. The grandfather nods, and not meeting my eyes, hands me an errant pair of lace thong panties. I am frozen to the spot. The grandmother, smiling knowingly, gently takes the underwear from his hand, and opening the now shut suitcase, repacks them gently. "Bella..." she says petting my long auburn hair, "Bella...". She looks knowingly at her husband, who seems to suddenly snap out of a dream and looks around confused, blushing slightly. She pats his hand and turns him back toward the direction they'd earlier been traveling.
As he begins to walk away, the lady turns to me. Her smile is as warm as the sunsets of back home. Reaching up with both hands she cups my face and kisses me on both cheeks. Pulling my forehead down to hers, she looks me in the eyes for a moment. I notice at that moment, her eyes are blue, like mine, unusual for Italians! "Bella," she calls me gently once again, and in broken english, "safe journey... enjoy life", looking toward her husband, "find love." Bending my head down she kisses my forehead in a matronly manner. Releasing my face she smiles at me again, pats my shoulder, waves and then turns to leave with her husband. As she takes his arm he turns to her smiling and kisses her cheek. She smiles back at me once more and winks, then turns and contiues on with her husband.
The couple quickly become part of the crowd and are lost among he throng standing near the train.
The last whistle blows and the conductor makes the last call.
Hurridly I fumble up the stairs, the train lurches forward and I fall against one of the nearby seats. The lady there is on her cell phone speaking German or somthing and gives me an irritated look. "Sorry..." I manage, and walk toward the cabin cars. There is the number of my cabin... finally!
I open the door, drop my suitcase and gratefully fall headfirst onto the seat. I am so tired, I just want to sleep. But it has been a great trip from the southern U.S. to southern Italy. I roll over on my back, laying my arm across my eyes. My yellow sundress falls around me, it full skirt laying against my knees, I draw my legs up under it allowing my sandals to hang off the bench. Mama never let us kids put our shoes on the funiture.. what a strange thing to remember here, a million miles away from the delta...
I check the pocket of my dress for my ticket... it is there, I will rest here until the conductor comes... I drift off to sleep, rocked by the trains movement.
The door opens and I am awakend by the sound of a man's (surprised? no he is the conductor, gently inqusitive then) voice. "Um...Miss?"
"Here is my ticket," I respond sleepily digging in my pocket without lifting my arm from my eyes. I hold out my arm waiting for him to take it...
Strange... why did he call me miss and not signora? And that accent of his, doesn't sound very Italian... but then again... I am so tired

 

[3hnxs]

Evan

.....I close the door to the bathroom cubicle, and the light and fan come on. Love that modern technology, especially as tight as it is in here. I quickly disrobe, dropping my starched white shirt and wool slacks in a damp mass on the floor.
.....I thought I'd given myself enough time for a change of clothes after that last business meeting with my client about their kitchen. Was I mistaken. They were good clients, but indecisive. We barely were able to decide on the finish. Finally I had to beg their forgiveness, and bolt like a horse from a burning stable. I rushed through the boarding gate at the last moment.
.....At least I made the plane to Rome,that was a good thing, and now, splashing water on my face as the train steams towards Venice, life looks much better.
.....I feel like a new man. Showered, shaved, and in fresh clothes. I look forward to spending the rest of the trainride sitting watching as the Italian countryside flew by, the fields of olive trees, the ancient towns( by American standards), the granite mountains, and hopefully many beautiful women, dressed in colorful summer cotton skirts, as I'd seen in so many photographs. Who knew, maybe I'd get lucky and have one of those legendary holiday flings... like Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn in Three Coins in a Fountain.Heaven knows I'm due. It's been years since my divorce, and I hadn't been with a woman in nearly 8 months.
.....Yea, right! I shake myself from my fantasy, pick up my clothes off the floor and walk from the bathroom. I stop, stunned, pinch myself, to make sure I'm not still fantasizing. There, lying on the seat, is Botticelli's Venus, except clothed in a yellow sundress, the hem about her dress up to her knees showing off her shapely calves, her flawless feet captured in sandals, toenails painted dark maroon peeking out. Her skin creamy white, seemingly untouched by the sun. Auburn hair spreads like a halo on the cushion where her head lies. I stand and stare,
feel arousal spreading through my loins.
.....But what's she doing here in my compartment. It must be a clerical mistake. I had asked for a private room, not that I'm complaining. This is way better than the Italian countryside. I decide there's only one way to find out.
....."Um... MIss?"She digs in her pocket, keeping the arm which covers her eyes in place, and pushes her ticket towards me.

 

[InnerKitty]

Selenas discovery..

When he doesn't take the ticket immediately, I raise my arm. to look at the conductor. "I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep," sitting up, I open my eyes and look at him..."Oh, um.... I am sorry... uh, I thought you were the conductor..." I feel the blood rising to my face and feel so very embarrassed. "Um I thought I had a private cabin" Walking up to the man, she notices he is attractive, with beautiful silvered hair and gentle eyes. "My ticket is here, is this the wrong cabin? I swear I read the number right"

My perfume is a sweet musky scent (dragonsblood) mixed with a faint smell of sweat. I am wearing a thin gold necklace with a single pearl. My sundress is modestly cut, but still shows a little cleavage. right now it is a bright pink just like my face for I am very embarrassed by mistake and the dishevelled way you found me!