The Vamporient Sexpress
The year was 1956, the place, Istanbul, and the time was about four in the afternoon. The scene was the most extraordinary one I could possibly imagine. I knew I was different from other people but to what extent, I had no idea. British by birth, I’d grown up in a small village in Middlesex West London and had since travelled the world. At the age of 35 I thought I’d seen everything under the sun, from the high Masai planes of Kenya to the Niagara Falls; from the Whirling Dervishes in Turkey as well as on the Khyber Pass to the sleazy whorehouses of West Berlin; from the Great Barrier Reef off the coast of Queensland in Australia to the Inuit igloos in the far north. I’d witnessed the strangest pigmy marriage rituals in addition to a cannibal feast in the Amazon. I’d seen high lamas strangely leave the ground while meditating but also participated in the most outrageous sweats in a tepee with Lakota Indians. I must admit that my friends in Fleet Street were often surprised by my narratives concerning my travels so drinking a few beers in Chelsea or Piccadilly with them on a Friday night was, for me quite a distraction from the journalistic existence I lead for the celebrated magazine I worked for, and although I lived in London and its editor was in New York, I always managed to get my papers in on time mainly by either wire or phone. I generally worked with an American photographer who for the time being was on leave of absence shall we say. Nevertheless, what I was about to experience was a veritable revelation for someone who genuinely believed the world held no more surprises for him.
Women, I’d met hundreds and had slept around like nobody’s business. I knew the female anatomy inside out, maybe more inside than out as I’d discovered the ‘G’ Spot long before any sex magazine ever talked about it so there again, I feel I had nothing new to learn from a delicate creature, no matter how attractive, sensual or sexually appetizing she may be. Whenever I could take advantage of a situation, I didn’t hesitate and the least flash of a leg or a breast favouring my observation, I took it as it came without asking permission. Arrogant as I was, I thought all women who winked at me or accidentally lifted their skirts were incomparably amorous of my person but in most cases, they enjoyed the sport teasing through which it was easy for them to obtain their own satisfaction and whatever gain they aimed, and this at a time when restrictions and stiff upper lips were at their apogee. Men weren’t as they
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are today. They had to go through the routine if they wanted to enjoy the sweeter sex to the full unless of course they picked up a fine young prostitute in the street or in a bar; in which case, it was all negotiation and no real fun, as the sport of chasing wasn’t involved.
Nevertheless, that afternoon in Istanbul, on climbing onto the Orient Express which would take me back to Paris then on to Calais and finally London, I couldn’t possibly imagine that not only I would be doing my coming out in a certain way long before the expression was to become popular with homosexuals, but also I would be discovering a world that for me, only existed in Bram Stoker novels.
I only had a small suitcase with two shirts, three ties and a clean pair of trousers in it, plus of course the usual three underpants and three pairs of socks that I packed along with my toilet pouch, each time I travelled. I was wearing a light grey suit under my black mac because it had been raining for two days on this early April Friday. I was planning to reach London either late Sunday night or early Monday morning but whatever time I got to my Fulham flat, I’d quickly unpack and grab a cab to get to the paper as soon as possible. The incredible story I’d picked up in east Turkey would certainly put me in line for a Pulitzer Prize but it had to be in before the press started printing for next month’s edition. What I didn’t yet know was that I’d soon have a choice of stories.
As I entered my compartment I was alone, but it wasn’t going to last. I guess I could have reserved a private cabin but not knowing for sure at what date I was going to travel on that particular train, I hadn’t had time to do so and to finish there were none left, so I took a normal compartment with the usual six bunk beds, three a side. Still there weren’t going to be six people in the compartment so I could chose where I would sit and sleep. A few minutes later a rather strange but ravishingly elegant woman entered the booth. She wasn’t too tall, about 5 feet 2 inches and in her mid thirties. She wore a fur coat under which she appeared to have almost nothing as she stood in her stiletto heels. I knew this as she opened her coat slightly stepping onto the train.
‘May I sit with you?’ She uttered in a deep sexy voice with a slight German
accent.
‘Of course,’ I replied as politely as I could. I’d noticed she didn’t have any luggage
other than her small handbag and there didn’t seem to be anyone else climbing in the compartment so it didn’t really bother me. She sat down took off her hat thus letting
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loose her beautiful long blond wavy hair. She opened her coat a little more revealing a short black skirt though it did come down to her knees, (it was short for the fifties) she had a way of pulling it up so as it would only cover her mid thighs where the top of her silk stockings just appeared. I tried hard not to look concentrating on the newspaper I’d bought just before getting on the train.
Suddenly a shrieking whistle was heard outside on the platform and the train jolted forward. The movement made her slouch back a little and for a second I saw the white flesh of her thighs above the line of her stockings. As she settled again she crossed her legs and opened her handbag taking out a cigarette pack and a silver petrol lighter.
‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ She uttered in her suave voice.
‘Not at all.’ I did really, I was desperately trying to give it up and each time I almost
reached a week without smoking, someone came along with a cigarette but this chick I couldn’t resist so I just listened myself say “no” without realizing why.
‘Do you have any luggage?’ I requested casually.
‘Yes, I put it in the luggage car.’ She grinned very faintly as she stared into my
eyes. At that moment I became aware of her incredibly light blue eyes. I couldn’t take mine away from hers for a moment and yet I could feel an inner power gaining as she continued to stare at me. She looked down towards her cigarette as she lit it. This gave me the opportunity to turn away and I gazed out of the window searching for breath a moment.
‘Do you feel ill?’ She asked.
‘No, no, sorry, I’m just a little tired. I’ve been all over Turkey in the past week and
haven’t slept much.’
‘I see.’ She picked up a magazine that was lying on the side of the seat and
ignored me as she started to read it, but not before re-crossing her legs thus showing me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I decided that if the opportunity arose and she’d be willing to share a little bodily warmth with me, I wouldn’t hesitate but we were going to travel together for two days and it was still light outside so I had plenty of time. Besides the ticket conductor hadn’t come by yet so it was better to wait. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help feeling a strange sensation sitting there opposite her. There was something uncanny about this girl and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
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We’d been gone from Istanbul several hours now, the first frontier was reached, and the ticket conductor had visited the cabin. It was time to bring down the beds but since we were alone in the compartment I didn’t want to seem too keen to nod off for the night. Maybe this girl wasn’t really tired and bringing my bed down meant turning out the light. It was only 7 pm and the restaurant car was opening in a few moments. It occurred to me that she may want to eat, and what better way to begin the evening by a dinner invitation; that way we’d get to know each other a little better thus breaking the ice in a soft and accommodating manner. We could start with a drink and then progress to a hearty dinner, so my next step wasn’t difficult.
‘Would you care for a drink and a meal in the restaurant car?’ I inquired politely.
She looked up slowly with a wide smile. I noticed the gleam of her perfect white teeth as she looked at me.
‘Yes why not? I’m famished,’ she replied in her husky German voice.
‘Good, then shall we go?’
‘Very well.’ She answered closing her coat and putting her frilly hat back on. We
left the cabin and walked along the corridor. As I was walking behind her watching her sway as she moved, the mere site of the curves of her calves were literally hardening my phallus. I knew that before the night was over, I had to fuck this bitch. (I would never have expressed myself in this way back then but the thought was there.) Still I didn’t want to frighten her. If ever she refused it would terrible sitting there in front of her for the next two days without being able to do anything for my frustration. I was therefore willing to take slowly and really woo her into succumbing to my charm.
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After a couple of drinks I felt a little more relaxed for I must admit she intimidated me to a certain extent, and that in itself was anomalous. It had never happened before. I could always handle women with ease and dexterity but this one really appeared to be quite different to ladies I usually came across. She drank vodka like nobody’s business and it just didn’t seem to affect her one little bit. I stuck to my usual Balantine whisky and only two glasses at that. We talked about everything and nothing and it occurred to me that I still didn’t know her name. I had to ask.
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‘My name is Helga,’ she said. ‘And you are?’
‘Henry but my friends call me Harry. Harry Lang actually. Do you have a
surname?’
‚Von-Bletch. I am Helga Von-Bletch of the celebrated Von-Bletch family in
Southern Bavaria.’
‘Oh!’ I exclaimed without really knowing what she was talking about. I’d never
heard of the Von-Bletch family but I did know it wasn’t going to be easy suggesting this Von-Bletch spending the night in my bunk bed. Still the conversation was interesting though not enthralling and the food, when it eventually came, was pretty good. After coffee, it seemed appropriate to smoke a cigarette. I know I was trying to give it up but I always had a packet on me just in case it became too hard to resist. I never really did stop smoking anyway. Smoking wasn’t going to give me cancer; that I knew but without really knowing why. Anyway, I offered her one but she refused preferring her own. There wasn’t much left to do so I paid the bill and we stood up to go back to the cabin. I was looking at an excitingly dull weekend. Having such a beautiful girl share my compartment and not being able to take advantage of the situation. My thoughts were clouding my brain as we walked along the corridor. We ambled past the toilet cabinet when all of a sudden she turned on me, grabbed my collar, and pulled me inside.
She grabbed my face with her hands and kissed me with an open mouth penetrating mine with her tongue. Her right knee came up into my groin thus shortening the hemline of her skirt to the top of her thigh as she rubbed it slowly against my testicles. Having got my senses back I returned her kiss putting my hands inside her coat thus caressing her wonderfully round breasts under her chemise. As I fondled her, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. I placed my other hand under her skirt and up above her stocking line to stroke the warm soft flesh of her thighs. This was it I couldn’t stop. She took off her coat lifted her skirt as I unbuttoned my flies. It wasn’t enough so I unstrapped my belt and slid my trousers down. My manhood was already erect as she pushed herself onto me. I penetrated her fully and started to come and go as she followed the movement.