Emma entered the empty train compartment, pulled her heavy suitcase in behind her with a jerk and closed the door. She stowed her luggage and let herself fall onto one of the cushioned seats, breathing a sigh of relief. That was done! She could sit back and relax for the next two hours and then she would soon be home again. The 29-year-old fitness specialist had visited her parents for a weekend. She licked her lips again at the thought of her father's sauerbraten, which he had made yesterday just for her. But although her visits were always very nice, she was glad when she was back on the train home; a trip back to her childhood was nice, but then she wanted to go back to her little two-room apartment - to her kingdom. No one was expecting her there, but that was perfectly okay at the moment, Emma thought. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, which she had cut into a cheeky short cut every two weeks, and rummaged in her bag. Listening to music was just the thing right now. She put the little headphone buds in her ear and shortly afterwards the sound of a well-known rock band echoed in her head.

A little later, she flinched when a hand touched her gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me, is this seat free?" Reflexively, she pulled the headphones out of her ears and looked up. A man in his mid-20s was standing in front of her, looking at her questioningly. "N...of course," she stuttered and her heart, which was beating violently against her chest from the shock, calmed down a little. "Wonderful. And I'm sorry if I startled you."

He turned and let a large green backpack slide off his shoulders. He was obviously a soldier, as his clothing clearly showed: he was wearing an olive-colored T-shirt, pants with a camouflage pattern in various shades of green and brown and his feet were in the obligatory black combat boots of the German army. That's something different from the newspaper-reading grandpa or the annoyed mother with her toddler, thought Emma happily, risking a closer look at her counterpart. He looked good!

The young man was heaving his apparently not-so-light rucksack up onto the luggage rack and Emma could clearly see his well-trained muscles on his arms and back, which were visible under his T-shirt. The stranger turned around again, sat opposite her and held out his hand: "Hello, I'm Christoph." She took it and replied: "Hi, my name is Emma." And with a glance at his clothes, she added: "So, are you going back?" Christoph rolled his eyes: "Yes, unfortunately the weekend is always far too short!"

There was a brief pause and Emma thought she could feel his interested gaze on her. That felt good, because although she considered herself reasonably attractive, it had been a while since a man had looked at her like that. Her short hair contrasted with her softly cut face with its large blue eyes and small nose. She used to be a little annoyed because she thought she looked too cute and young, but that had changed. She was proud of her slim, toned figure, although that was almost a prerequisite in her job as a fitness instructor. She secretly looked at the person sitting next to her as he looked out of the window and liked what she saw.
Christoph had light blonde hair, which he had shaved very, very short, and his eyes were just a shade darker than her own. The thing that had immediately appealed to her, however, was the open, friendly smile with which he had looked at her. He made himself comfortable and stretched his legs as best he could. "And where do you want to go?" he opened the conversation. Emma smiled and unconsciously sat up straighter so that her slim figure was shown off to its best advantage. Her heart started beating a little faster again, but not in shock this time. She couldn't deny it: She really liked Christoph at first sight. And she had always been particularly attracted to men in uniform because they were exactly the type of man she liked: masculine and muscular, somehow sexy ... and if they were also nice, all the better.

She put on a beaming smile before replying: "I'm going home, to Cologne." Surprise briefly appeared on Christoph's face before he replied: "Hey, great, that's where I'm stationed." He winked: "I think I've got exactly the right compartment!" Emma understood immediately: he obviously liked her and was trying to find out if she would be the same. A small, tingly feeling spread through her stomach. Yes, she agreed with him wholeheartedly; he could hardly have sat in a better compartment.

It was very easy to strike up a conversation with Christoph, and before Emma knew it, they were telling each other about their lives. Christoph had signed up for twelve years in the German army after his compulsory military service and was in a unit that drove the heavy tanks. Emma's interest in this was not feigned and so she continued to ask him about it. "On the whole, I quite like it in the troops," he summarized, "especially when we're on manoeuvres in the forest. It's usually quite interesting, but it can also get pretty boring when you're walking through the forest for days on end waiting for an imaginary enemy!" He looked Emma in the eye a little longer than was necessary and then stood up and turned around to dig something out of his backpack.

Emma took the opportunity to look at him unabashedly. He really looked good enough to eat with his muscular arms and shoulders and his butt wasn't bad either. Thoughts came to her mind that made the pleasant tickle in her stomach slide further down. She quickly put on an innocent smile as Christoph turned back around and held out a few photos to her: "Here, if you like, you can take a look at what it looks like when we have our exercises outside." The top picture showed him and a few other men in camouflage outfits sitting in front of a tent. This was covered in camouflage netting and almost blended in with the numerous trees in the background.

Emma was just about to reach out her hand when suddenly a violent jolt went through the train. Christoph lost his balance and almost fell on top of her, but managed to support himself with his arm on the back of her seat at the last moment. Suddenly, Emma found herself with her nose right next to his chest and she closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel the warmth of his body and he smelled good too. A mixture of subtly spicy, tangy deodorant and fresh sweat - she involuntarily inhaled more deeply. Then the moment was already over and Christoph pushed himself off so that he could stand up straight again. His hand lightly stroked her arm and the fine hairs on it stood up.

He knelt down in front of her and looked at her worriedly: "Damn, I'm really sorry. Did I hurt you?" She smiled and leaned a little further forward: "No, don't worry. It's all right!"
The air between them seemed charged as he looked her straight in the eye. His hand moved up to her face as if of its own accord and he placed it gently against her cheek before saying in a slightly husky voice: "That's good..." His face slowly moved closer to hers and Emma opened her lips a little expectantly. "... I would never want that either!" As soon as he said that, their lips met. They were soft, warm, dry and incredibly tender.

Without thinking, Emma put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled him a little closer to her. He felt so good, so right. His lips caressed hers and then she felt his tongue parting them. The tips of their tongues met and hot arousal shot through Emma's whole body. "Ladies and gentlemen, we reach Cologne in a few minutes. Our train ends there. All passengers please get off!" The conductor's voice reached her ears unromantically over the loudspeakers in the compartment. Christoph detached himself from Emma and took a deep breath before looking at her: "May ... may I perhaps call you?" Emma hadn't felt this light for a long time. She was just about to drag her suitcase up the three flights of stairs to her apartment, but this time she hardly minded that it was so heavy. Her thoughts were still on the scene on the train. Christoph had helped her pull the suitcase to the cab rank outside the station and they had exchanged numbers there. They had stayed there for a while because Christoph was waiting for a friend who was also in his unit and wanted to take him to the barracks in his car.

Emma was only too happy to take advantage of this situation to delay their temporary farewell a little longer. To her regret, a second man in army uniform came up to her after just fifteen minutes and greeted Christoph warmly. He briefly introduced him as Ben and he shook Emma's hand, but not without giving his friend an appreciative look. Ben was a good head shorter than Christoph, also had very short, dark brown hair and his figure and friendly facial expression were reminiscent of a teddy bear - compact, muscular and nice. Then it was time to leave and Emma let herself fall into the back seat of the cab with a sigh. Before she had got in, Christoph had kissed her again so hard that her knees had gone all weak and shaky, and then she had driven off.

"My goodness, no man has made such an impression on me for a long time!" she thought happily. It was this mixture of masculinity, good looks and this stunning tenderness that gave her butterflies in her stomach. "I hope he calls!" she thought a little wistfully as she unlocked her apartment door, dragged her suitcase inside and put it down in the hallway before closing the door. She took off her jacket, still feeling the hot tickle in her stomach and lower down that his kisses had triggered in her. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. In her mind, she recalled the images and feelings of how he had kissed her on the train. He had been so warm and smelled so good! She raised her hand to her face and gently stroked her lips with her eyes still closed. Rarely had she been so aroused by a kiss alone!

Emma's jacket slipped off her shoulders and she dropped it carelessly to the floor. Her sensations had not subsided, on the contrary. The memories of this flirtation, which might even turn into something more, sent her body into hot turmoil. And she intended to enjoy these feelings to the full! She pushed herself away from the wall and her steps took her straight to the bedroom. She dropped onto her bed and felt over her body with her eyes closed. Even through the thin fabric of her blouse, she could feel how sensitive her skin was to her touch.

Button by button, she opened her top and stroked her bare stomach, then higher and higher. Her fingers slid over the rough lace fabric of her bra and she sucked the air through her teeth with a hiss as she stroked the area under which her hard, erect nipples lay. Almost impatiently, she tugged at the clasp between her breasts and opened it. The cups slid to the side and she could finally feel her heated skin without the irritating fabric. A moan escaped her as she stroked her firm, apple-sized breasts, imagining it was Christoph's hands caressing her. If his kisses felt so good and aroused her so much, what would it be like when he actually touched her all over her body?

In her imagination, her fingers were his lips, sucking on her sensitive little buttons, and the electrifying flashes of pure lust shot from there directly between her legs. She moaned and undid the button of her jeans, then pulled them down over her bottom with a tug. He had looked so good, so hard and manly in his uniform, would he take her like that? Her mind wandered as she peeled the panties off her body ... It was getting dark and the shadows were falling over the dense trees. I stumble through the undergrowth and slowly get cold in my thin summer dress. It's so obvious now that I have to admit it to myself: I'm hopelessly lost here in the forest! At first I thought it was an exciting idea to leave the path on my walk and just go cross-country, but apparently I've overestimated my sense of direction. Damn, if I don't find my way out of here soon, it's going to be a pretty cold night!

I cross the dense group of trees in front of me and stop in surprise. A clearing opens up in front of me, with several dark green tents covered in camouflage netting. A fire is burning in front of one of the tents, but there is no one else to be seen. I walk briskly towards it: "Hello? Is anyone here?" My voice sounds a little squeaky, but I'm hopeful that I can get help here. When I have almost reached the fire, the entrance to the nearest tent opens and a soldier with cropped blonde hair steps out: "Hello, what are you doing here? Are you lost?" I nod and walk towards him, relieved, but then a sharp pain runs through my foot. I stumble, but he is with me immediately and catches me. His strong arms hold me and he carefully sets me down on the floor. "Let me see!" he demands and starts to examine my foot. I like it and I like the way he touches me even more. I look around: "Are you here all by yourself?" He looks me in the eye: "At the moment, yes," he replies and I think I can hear interest and maybe even desire in his voice. "The others are on a training exercise and my buddy and I are looking after our camp. He should be back soon; he's collecting firewood for the fire." Slowly, he strokes up my leg and his voice darkens a tad:
"I wasn't expecting such a nice surprise though!" He looks at me openly to find out if I like his touch. Yes, it feels good; more than good!

I slide a little closer to him so that his hand automatically slides a little higher. It's warm and a little calloused and I shiver as it strokes up the inside of my right thigh ...
Emma was now lying stark naked on her bed and her hand was doing exactly the same as the soldier's from her fantasy. Her lap was tingling more and more, even though she hadn't touched him once yet. Her other hand went to her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples, gently at first and then more firmly. She moaned as she reached the point between her legs.

Yes, I want to give in to my feelings! I reach for his neck and pull him towards me. Our lips meet and we kiss greedily. His tongue pushes demandingly into my mouth and I am electrified as it begins to explore it. His hands push my dress up. He pauses briefly in surprise when he notices that I'm not wearing any panties underneath. What can I say, it's summer! His grin widens and I raise my arms so that he can take my dress off completely. I don't feel a bit uncomfortable sitting naked in front of him, on the contrary. The fact that he's still wearing his uniform turns me on! I love the combination: petite woman and strong man! He kisses me again and pushes me to the floor. My hands run over his olive-colored T-shirt and I can clearly feel the not exactly small arm muscles underneath. I feel further. His chest is broad and firm and then I'm at his pants, where his hard bulge tells me that he really likes it too. He lowers his head and sucks on my breasts as I groan and run my hands over his shaved head. He trails a trail of kisses across my stomach. I cry out as he reaches my pubic area and impatiently lift my hips to finally feel him where I'm most sensitive! Now, yes! His warm, wet tongue parts me and I can't hold back any longer; I cry out in pleasure. He kneels between my legs and pushes them apart at the knees so that I'm completely open. He licks up to my wettest spot and gently caresses my hotspot. My feelings are on a rollercoaster! Oh God, he wraps his lips around it and starts sucking ...

Emma lay on her bed with her legs spread wide and squirmed with pleasure. Her hand kept sliding to her hot, wet pubis, while the other caressed her clitoris with gentle, circular movements. With her eyes closed, she felt for the drawer of her bedside table and then she found what she was looking for: her small, battery-operated pleasure dispenser. She sensually brought the 20-centimetre-long, skin-colored toy, which had a cock-like shape, to her mouth and licked it. In her imagination, it was the soldier's cock, which definitely looked very, very similar to Christoph's, that was pleasuring her.

I open the green-brown camouflage pants and take out his penis. He moans and pushes his hips a little further forward, demanding, impatient! He moans deeply and throatily as I let him slide into my mouth. I really enjoy arousing a man so much that he lets go of all his inhibitions. I enjoy listening to his sounds and moans and driving him on and on! It will be like a release for both of us when he finally penetrates me!

Emma's toy was glistening with her spit and she pressed the 'on' button. It vibrated softly in her hand and she slowly guided it downwards. Her body twitched when she reached her pubic area with the vibrator. The gentle waves suddenly increased her feelings of pleasure and she gasped and breathed heavily as she let it glide over her pleasure spot. Then she was ready for more. Slowly, bit by bit, she pushed him inside her and the vibrations sent her whole abdomen into turmoil!"Do you want me?" He can only nod as he looks at me, panting, the lust clearly visible on his face. I turn on my knees and stretch my tight bottom out towards him. I long to be taken by him!

to be taken by him! To feel his hard manhood deep inside me. Now, now it's time! Oh my God, he's penetrating me. I whimper with pleasure and push my bottom a little further back; towards him! When he pauses for a moment, I feel how completely he fills me. Then he starts to thrust slowly and almost drives me mad with lust. My shame seems to be made up of hundreds of nerve endings, all sending one signal through my body - pure, one hundred percent pleasure! He moans to the rhythm of his movements and his hands grip me tightly, pulling my buttocks wide apart so that I can feel him even deeper. His moans become faster and his movements more expansive. He fires his ammunition with a hoarse cry ...

Emma let her vibrator slide in and out of her faster and faster. Moans and smacking noises filled the room. She could feel it; the soldier in her fantasy was thrusting her incessantly towards her climax! The hand that wasn't pampering her with the sex toy stroked from her breasts down to her clit. Now she wanted to unite the pleasure stimuli inside her with those on her pleasure pearl! "Oh God, YES!" she exclaimed as she caressed herself with both hands, her breathing became faster and her moans louder. Then she felt the intense tickling that heralded her climax and seconds later she screamed out loud. Emma squirmed on her sheets as intense feelings of pleasure made her body tremble ... Her arousal slowly subsided as she slipped under her comforter, exhausted but relaxed, with a comforting sigh. She thought longingly of "her" soldier from the train and secretly wished that her fantasy would come true. Then she could snuggle up to his warm chest and enjoy the pleasant relaxation with him after a hot experience. Regretfully, she closed her eyes - a little sleep would do her good right now.

Just as she was beginning to doze off, she was woken up again by the cheerful ringtone of her phone. Drowsy, she groped for the device on her bedside table and when she saw the number on the display, she was wide awake again in one fell swoop. She had just seen it two hours ago on the small, crumpled piece of paper that was still in the pocket of her jeans! Her heart pounded with excitement and a mischievous smile appeared on her face as she remembered her horny little fantasy from a moment ago. "Maybe it will actually come true!" she thought and picked up the phone with a smile.

Dirty Women's Fantasies 2 - "Emma's Military Fantasy" by Zoey O'Hara - Carl Stephenson Publishers