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The swaying of the carriage and the rhythmic ‘clackety-clack’ of the wheels over the joints in the rails had finally caused the other occupants of the sleeper carriage to fall asleep in their berths.‘Finally,’ I thought. I could now play with myself. This was my nightly routine, to help me relieve the day’s stress and relax.I looked at the other occupants of the sleeper cabin. All were sound asleep on their cots.I pulled back the thin blanket that was covering me and tugged aside my boxers, allowing my hardening cock to spring out. It quivered a little before I gripped it in my left hand and began to stroke it, slowly masturbating, enjoying the feeling of relaxation it gave me.I sighed quietly and thought about the evening’s events.What a trip it had been. After a long journey travelling Europe by rail, the last part of the journey home was cocked up when several of the overnight sleeper cars were found Cebeci Escort to be faulty, meaning they had no air conditioning. As a result, passengers were asked to double up with strangers in the cars that were working.As most of the sleeper cars were divided into four-berth units, I was allocated to a family of three. A woman in her mid-forties, travelling with her elderly parents.At times, she had seemed to despair at having to shepherd them through the carriages to find the correct sleeper, and then have to explain to them for the umpteenth time who I was and why I was sharing their berth.Eventually, she got it through to them that I would be travelling with them overnight. After some final grumbles, all three headed off to the dining car to get something to eat, the daughter giving me a weary smile and an eye roll as she passed.On their return, Çıtır Escort I had left to get some refreshment, by which time the train was moving at a good speed, heading towards the coast and the ferry home. I stayed in the restaurant car for a good while, letting the family have space and hoping that when I returned they would all be fast asleep.On entering the berth, the older couple were sound asleep, and their daughter was sitting on one of the top bunks. She’d changed into her nightwear, a long t-shirt and loose shorts, and had pulled her long hair into a single ponytail. I couldn’t help but notice that she had quite shapely legs that were dangling over the side of the upper cot opposite mine. I also noticed how her t-shirt clung to her boobs, accentuating them.She nodded as I entered and then apologised for her parents being grumpy Demetevler Escort earlier. I told her not to worry, that it couldn’t be easy for people of their age to readily accept having a stranger suddenly thrust upon them, especially in their bedroom, in effect. She thanked me for my understanding, then said she needed to lie down and try and get some sleep. I said I was just going to bed too. I took off my jeans and climbed up to the opposite top bunk to hers, and quickly pulled the blanket over me.“Goodnight,” she said, sleepily.“Goodnight,” I replied, as I lay there waiting to get my relaxation session started.As the other occupants slept, I reached the point of increasing the speed at which I was stroking my cock, a bunch of Kleenex nearby to collect my sticky white fluid in, when I heard a muffled sigh from across the aisle.I froze. Had I imagined it?“Please, don’t stop!” came a whispered plea.I felt myself blushing.“Please, carry on,” came the voice again. “I want to watch you. I need to watch you!”I turned my head towards the opposite bunk. The daughter was there, blanket covering her lower body, with it tented as her knees were raised and spread.“Please, I’m only doing what you are doing, it relaxes me,” she said in a lowered voice.

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