He woke when the blinds opened. One of her nipples, and then the other, rolled over him. He looked out the sleeper car window. It was pink early morning; the train was passing little houses; cars were waiting for the train to pass.

She grabbed his penis, already a little hard, and began stroking it gently.

“Do you want to show them?” she asked, her thick bush rubbing against him as she straddled him.

“Show them what?” he asked, fully aroused.

“This,” she replied, as she buried him inside her cleft in the sunlight, and the people watched their happiness.