Seduction on the Train (Travel Gal Erotica) by Lucy St. Vincent

When Leila’s parents died suddenly, they left her a rather hefty inheritance that she decided to spend a portion of on a year of traveling.  She took a leave from her doctoral program at the University of Minnesota, got a state-of-the-art backpack and bought a one-way flight, starting in Moscow.  In the spirit of Paul Theroux, one of her favorite travel authors, she was going to start her expedition on the Trans-Siberian railway, a long cherished dream of hers.
     
    She had lashed out and booked a cabin on The Golden Eagle , one of the superior trains for wealthy clientele for her Trans-Siberian journey.  She reserved the option with two beds, hoping she’d meet some interesting people along the way, forge some friendships, and maybe learn a little Russian.  For much of her year traveling she planned to backpack and hang out in hostels with people her own age, but she wanted to start with something a little more sedate, a little classier.  She felt she deserved some luxury and time to unwind in comfort after the stress and grief of burying her parents.  Plus, the amount of money she had been left came as somewhat of a pleasant surprise. 
 
    Though Leila was midway through her PhD in comparative literature and was intelligent, hardworking and well read, she had limited sexual experience.  She had gone “all the way” with her high school sweetheart, but had found it disheartening and not very romantic; in university she had dated a few classmates, but they were all too interested in keg parties or jacking off to think too much about what her needs might be. 
     
    At first appearance, Leila was what you would call normal: she was neither fat nor skinny, she usually wore her hair back in a ponytail, and she tended toward minimal makeup, jeans and sneakers.  She wasn’t a showy kind of gal. 
     
    Leila was, in fact, enjoyable to look at once you took the time to notice her considerable pleasures.  She had warm, frank brown eyes with long lashes that you could melt into; her cheekbones were high, her hair lush and long.
     
    She was someone you could lose yourself in if you weren’t careful.  Of course, at this point, Leila didn’t realize her powers of seduction nor did she know how to use them.  As a serious student who leaned toward the intellectual, she’d never spent a lot of time thinking about her sexuality or what she wanted from a man.  She just knew that the furtive fumbling she had had with high school boyfriends and the drunken fucks she had engaged in and regretted with dorm jocks in university didn’t do it for her. 
     
    In fact, she was at the point in her life where she really had no interest in having a sexual relationship with anyone.  None of hers thus far had proved in any way satisfying, and she had no frame of reference for anything different.  The few times she had fingered her own self to orgasm had been far in a way more satisfying than any jump in the sack that she had had with any guy.  And at least she could engage in her own fantasies when she took care of her own needs.  Men?  Who needed them?  She needed some time on her own, a few engaging discussions with some rich intellectuals she hoped to meet along the way, and some time to unwind and read and sleep and just enjoy the scenery for a while without having any obligations.
     
    And so Leila was feeling quite exhilarated as she prepared to enter The Golden Eagle on a briskly cold but sunny Sunday afternoon in November.  All of the messy matters of her parents’ estate were cleaned up, and she had said good-bye to her few close friends, knowing they’d stay in contact.  She was free to continue her doctoral program in a year’s time.
     
    She had no ties.  She was free.  Free to do as she pleased.  Free to go where she pleased.  Free to be whom she wanted to be.  This last freedom was what she was toying with.  It was the one she wasn’t sure about.  Who did she want to be?  This trip was where she