The train swayed gently as it rumbled along the tracks, a constant rhythm that seemed to pulse through my very being. I was 18, and my hormones were raging like a wildfire, consuming me with an insatiable hunger. The compartment was empty save for me and the girl who had caught my eye from the moment I laid eyes on her.

Olya was her name, a petite Russian beauty with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to see right through me. She was clad in a short skirt and a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage. As the train rocked back and forth, she stumbled into me, her soft curves pressing against my body. I felt a jolt of electricity course through me at the contact.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she purred, her voice thick with a Russian accent. “I didn’t mean to bump into you like that.”

I could feel my cock stirring to life in my pants, straining against the fabric. “No need to apologize,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. “I quite enjoyed it.”

She smirked at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Is that so? Well, perhaps we should continue this little game of ours.”

Before I could respond, she had turned around and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her round ass. She looked back at me over her shoulder, biting her lip seductively. “Do you like what you see, Alex?”