I got on the same train at the same time every day, going the same way. Today was different. I was the only person in the coach I was in and I almost fell asleep, but the conductor tapped me on my shoulder and I shot up to my feet, ready to mace him. When I had calmed down and he had pierced my ticket, I fell into a lull again. I was so grateful that it was a holiday for most people and I had the normally crowded coach all to myself. There was a noise at the door and then he stepped in.
Of all the available seats in the coach, he chose to sit directly across from me. He was at least six foot tall, a foot taller than my five feet. He had eyes the color of a forest, a dark, dark green. Actually I'm not sure they were green and not some deep gray. The stubble on his chin told me he had not shaved for several days and when my eyes met his he smiled a brilliant smile, exposing teeth that had definitely been whitened. He was no bum. He sat opposite me with his hands in the pockets of his tan coat. I immediately thought he was one of those weirdoes who wanted to flash his cock at me.
Unfortunately for him, a few of us had stopped at the pub after work which had ended early, due to the holiday. I had quite a few drinks behind my back. Scratch that, I was as horny as hell. I wanted a good fucking. I was hoping he was a weirdo, because he was about to get lucky. I gave him a 'come hither' look.
"Do you want to flash your cock at me?" No sense in wasting time on small talk and politeness, we were on a schedule here. He looked gobsmacked, then he recovered.
"Would you be offended if I did?" He asked.
