Classic Romance

I was 25, in the middle of my youth. The year 1936, and I was on a rather populated train ride towards my mother’s hometown, to visit her. She had fallen terribly ill, and I wanted to share what would very likely be her last days alive together, since my father had long since divorced from her and didn’t even want to visit her. I was an only child.

I worked in a detective agency back in london, so my income was enough to cover the costs of this trip and the medicine I periodically sent my mother, as well as the hospital charges for her constant visits. I had no problem paying this whatsoever, but I was not rich.

A few hours into the train ride, that’s where I met her. A brooding blonde of exquisite fashion, who walked delicately across the train, had caught my eye instantly. I was quite the hopeless romantic, so being fixated on a beautiful lady was something that was not all that weird for me. However, in the case of this lady, I was absolutely infatuated, for some reason.

Could it be her beauty? Could it be the aura of cleverness that radiated from her? Could it be the refreshing way she wore her clothes, looking differently from any other lady in the train? Or maybe it was her body? Either way, I was keen on finding out the origin of my rather serious fixation.

She took a brief break to the train’s coffee area, and I followed her silently. I was relieved to see she had come alone, something I inferred when I saw her sipping her coffee busily all by herself. Without any haste, I went right to where she was to meet her. I tried to keep my composure to not make things awkward.

“I have noticed that you’re sitting here by yourself. Would you mind if I sit down with you?” I asked in a polite tone, and she looked up at me with a smile. “Not at all. I can order a coffee for you, good sir” she replied, her voice soft and angelical. “Please don’t, my lady. I do not drink coffee, but thanks for the offer” I replied almost instantly.

We started to talk, and she surprised me with the amounts of coffee she was drinking. She kept ordering more and more, but she never seemed to get hyper or anything. We talked about quantum physics and history of trains, clashing topics that she surely surprised me with since she started the conversation. I was fascinated by this woman, and the next thing I knew was that we were in my train room, and she kept ordering coffee and pastries via room service.

Her name, since I didn’t mention, was Katrina. It sounded like a bunch of pearls bouncing against each other when you said it with the tip of your tongue. I was falling for every aspect of this beautiful woman. That night, the night before getting to our destination, I slept with Katrina. She had a very beautiful body, that she moved like waves against my body on the bed, grinding against me while my penis went in and out of her vagina.

And then I came. And after 10 minutes, we had another go. I held her against the wall while penetrating her from behind, while covering her mouth so her moaning would not be very audible. We came again, and after a bit of a rest, we went at it again. We spent the entire night having sex, and I was delighted by this woman’s sexual appetite. I was enchanted even more.

But I was so into it that I didn’t stop to realize how fast things were going. By the next day, when we got to our destination, when we were out of the train already, she vanished. I didn’t see where she went or which way she took, she had just disappeared. And like that, she left me longing for more. More of the sensual, mysterious Katrina… I wondered, for many months, where had she gone to. I still wonder about her.

I was 25, in the middle of my youth. The year 1936, and I was on a rather populated train ride towards my mother’s hometown, to visit her. She had fallen terribly ill, and I wanted to share what would very likely be her last days alive together, since my father had long since divorced from her and didn’t even want to visit her. I was an only child.

I worked in a detective agency back in london, so my income was enough to cover the costs of this trip and the medicine I periodically sent my mother, as well as the hospital charges for her constant visits. I had no problem paying this whatsoever, but I was not rich.

A few hours into the train ride, that’s where I met her. A brooding blonde of exquisite fashion, who walked delicately across the train, had caught my eye instantly. I was quite the hopeless romantic, so being fixated on a beautiful lady was something that was not all that weird for me. However, in the case of this lady, I was absolutely infatuated, for some reason.

Could it be her beauty? Could it be the aura of cleverness that radiated from her? Could it be the refreshing way she wore her clothes, looking differently from any other lady in the train? Or maybe it was her body? Either way, I was keen on finding out the origin of my rather serious fixation.

She took a brief break to the train’s coffee area, and I followed her silently. I was relieved to see she had come alone, something I inferred when I saw her sipping her coffee busily all by herself. Without any haste, I went right to where she was to meet her. I tried to keep my composure to not make things awkward.

“I have noticed that you’re sitting here by yourself. Would you mind if I sit down with you?” I asked in a polite tone, and she looked up at me with a smile. “Not at all. I can order a coffee for you, good sir” she replied, her voice soft and angelical. “Please don’t, my lady. I do not drink coffee, but thanks for the offer” I replied almost instantly.

We started to talk, and she surprised me with the amounts of coffee she was drinking. She kept ordering more and more, but she never seemed to get hyper or anything. We talked about quantum physics and history of trains, clashing topics that she surely surprised me with since she started the conversation. I was fascinated by this woman, and the next thing I knew was that we were in my train room, and she kept ordering coffee and pastries via room service.

Her name, since I didn’t mention, was Katrina. It sounded like a bunch of pearls bouncing against each other when you said it with the tip of your tongue. I was falling for every aspect of this beautiful woman. That night, the night before getting to our destination, I slept with Katrina. She had a very beautiful body, that she moved like waves against my body on the bed, grinding against me while my penis went in and out of her vagina.

And then I came. And after 10 minutes, we had another go. I held her against the wall while penetrating her from behind, while covering her mouth so her moaning would not be very audible. We came again, and after a bit of a rest, we went at it again. We spent the entire night having sex, and I was delighted by this woman’s sexual appetite. I was enchanted even more.

But I was so into it that I didn’t stop to realize how fast things were going. By the next day, when we got to our destination, when we were out of the train already, she vanished. I didn’t see where she went or which way she took, she had just disappeared. And like that, she left me longing for more. More of the sensual, mysterious Katrina… I wondered, for many months, where had she gone to. I still wonder about her.