Monday, April 18, 2011

The Last Train Home

On the last train home last weekend I found myself sitting opposite a cute girl. This is not uncommon on the last train home. With it being the last chance to get home, there tends to be a few people who are heading home from a night out, myself included.

She was a average height, had dirty blonde in no particular style, a short white skirt and tight black top. She was disinterestedly playing with her phone, which must have been weighing down on her arm as she shifted her weight to rest her elbow on her leg. Her skirt was already some distance up her leg and this last action edged it up even further revealing a very tight pink thong.

It's difficult to look surreptitious when drunk. All the senses you have for being sneaky and cunning immediately vanish and are generally replaced with leering.

She didn't notice, so I continued to leer.

She shifted around a little bit more, no doubt restless to get off the train. I too was restless, I needed to get home to relieve myself of the growing discomfort in my pants. It was around that time that I felt her eyes on me. I looked up and our eyes locked. Shit, I was sprung. She held my gaze for about 3 seconds, which felt like 3 weeks, and went back to her phone.

Her legs didn't move, my view still spectacular. I continued to look.

The announcement came over the PA for the next station, which roused her from her phone, it must be her stop. She glanced down the train which had steadily emptied over the last few stations and proceeded to cram her phone in her pocket. As we approached the station, she positioned herself on the end of her chair, giving me a magnificent show.

I spotted a tiny little wet patch on the front and my cock strained even more in my now very uncomfortable work clothes. She collected her stuff, walked out of the train and away. As she did I spotted the tiniest smile flicker across the corner of her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing.

That night I furiously wanked over that image burned into my brain. How nice to have seen even more, to have licked her clit and have her fuck me cowgirl. Her tiny wet spot led to a river of cum winding its way across my chest.


Geofrey said...

Good visual element to your tale. Too bad you didn't talk to her.

Wanklogger said...

Can't say I am particulary smooth when drunk. I doubt I would have made a great impression :)