I just knew from the way I walked that I waddled like a duck, my tummy
looked like I swallowed a watermelon, and my back hurt. Thank goodness I
only had a couple of months left in my pregnancy. The no good bastard had
left me soon after I had told him I was pregnant, and being a good Catholic
girl I wasn't about to consider an abortion.

Trying to get on the Ferrovie dello stato, which is the train system in
Italy, was a task. I had been told at the hotel that the Termini, the main
Rome station, wouldn't be busy, but boy were they wrong.

Struggling with my bags as I climbed the steps, and almost missing one, I
was helped by an Italian girl, who picked me and the bags up, and carried
me to the compartment.

You couldn't say she was pretty. More on the handsome side with muscles. As
she spoke to me in Italian I tried to explain I didn't speak Italian, but
wanted to thank her, to which she said in perfect English that she
understood and no thanks were necessary.

As we settled into our compartment, and drew the blinds for privacy, we got
to know each other and I was telling her how my back was aching, and how
the no good bastard had left me and how I was through with men, which drew
a little smile from her lips.

After the conductor had collected our tickets, she suggested that she could
give me a back massage, to which I readily agreed. So locking the
compartment door she had me sit sideways on the seat and moved directly
behind me.

Feeling her hands rubbing my shoulders put me in a dreamy state, and as her
face got closer to my neck I could feel her hot breath, which ignited
feelings I had never before experienced. Suggesting it might feel better if
she put her hands under my top brought a little murmur of a yes from me.

As I felt her hands on my back I wondered if it was because I hadn't had
sex in like forever, that it was turning me on, but it was indeed turning
me on. As I wondered if she was a lesbian, the thought disappeared as I
felt her fingers creep to the sides of my breasts, and I melted back into
her arms.

Feeling her hands cup my breasts and her index finger making little circles
on my nipples, brought a little yes to my lips, as I looked to the
compartment door.

Whispering that we wouldn't be bothered and the door was locked, she
unhooked my bra and lifted my top, as she kissed and licked my
ear. Whispering darling as she played with my rock hard nipples, pulling
and twisting them, and making me hotter than I had ever been in my entire
life.

Turning me around a little bit, she looked at my face smiling before she
dropped her head to my breast. Licking in a little circle around my nipple
before she drew it into her mouth, pulling and sucking on it while her
fingers played with my other breast. As she flicked my nipple with her
fingernail, I put my hand on her head and combed my fingers through her
hair.

I was getting so hot from her playing I could feel my pussy juice running
down the crack of my ass, and wanted her to fuck me, or whatever she wanted
to do to me.

As I parted my legs to give her a hint what I wanted, she took her hand and
raised my skirt to my thighs, and felt my soaking wet panties. Pushing them
aside I could feel her fingers exploring my sopping wet pussy.

Without stopping nursing on my breast she started to finger fuck me. I
couldn't see her hand because of my tummy but I could feel her fingers
plunging in and out of my throbbing pussy, as her thumb rubbed my swollen
clit.

Trying to lift my hips to match her rhythm I could feel the tingle starting
and building, and thinking, oh my God I've just met this woman and now I'm
going to cum on her hand.

Then it hit me from deep inside. That wonderful electric feeling of my
pussy cumming on her hand. As I pressed my thighs together, she removed her
hand and slumped to the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she lifted my legs
to her shoulders, and put her hands on my inner thighs.

Breathing in my womanly scent for a minute before she lowered her head to
my pussy. I could feel her tongue exploring my delicate folds as I took
control of her head. Directing it where I wanted it, and she agreed. Her
thumbs parted my pussy lips and she licked my inner lips before plunging
her tongue in deep.

Probing my pussy walls with her tongue and sucking on my swollen clit like
a straw, I knew it wouldn't be long or take much before I came in her
mouth. Her tongue was working it's magic on my pussy and then it hit me. A
massive mind blowing orgasm that kept coming in waves. One after the other
as I gushed my sweet honey into her mouth.

As I slumped back into the seat, she stopped and looked up into my eyes,
and said, "welcome to Italy".