It’s a dream of course, one that I wish I could wake to in the present, but probably couldn’t. I imagine it takes place about a century ago in a gentler time when strangers were not so much in fear of each other, when passenger trains rocked rhythmically over the landscape, and forbidden pleasures were sweetly all the more so.

It’s a dream ... but still...

A train – the old-fashioned kind with small separate compartments, in which strangers sit intimately, facing one another on small pew-like benches – makes its way lazily through picturesque mountain passes veined with cascading streams and patchworked with tranquil forests, and verdant meadows. In the warmth of the late afternoon sunset, the tranquil beauty of the countryside and the rhythm of the rails, I drift off to sleep. When I awaken, it is late into the humid night and I am sitting across from a newly boarded passenger – a woman with long wavy brown hair, full lips, big brown eyes and smooth pale skin that, even across from her in my seat, I can feel radiates a moist warmth – a warmth that promises heat.

In the compartment’s sepia lamplight, I can see that she is very pretty. She is nearly my height – not a small woman. She is wearing a sun dress that is unbuttoned at the top; open nearly to the center of her cleavage. It’s hot and she is wet with sweat, the rounded contours of her body pulsing seductively just beneath the damp, clinging cotton fabric of her dress. As she dozes beside me in the languid summer heat, rocking rhythmically with the motion of the train, I am mesmerized with the rising and falling swells of her breasts and the glistening beads of sweat that form along the arch of her neck, like condensation on a glass of lemonade, before meandering over her strong but feminine shoulders to pool in her cleavage, dampening the edges of her bodice. The spell deepens when she shifts sleepily in her seat, spreading her nicely muscled legs slightly as her dress rides up to mid-thigh. My gaze is drawn to the newly revealed soft hot flesh. So beautiful - I long to caress it.