I'd found myself a corner of the packed train, mentally preparing myself for the mind numbing journey home. I gazed out of the window at the lights from the buildings sparkling in the frosty air.
At this stage of the journey the stations were frequent. More people got on than got off. Bodies moved about. I was lucky to be able to stay where I was.
A bump on my arm roused me from my mundane thoughts. A stocky man had just moved next to me. A short while later a young woman ended up with her back to him.
I went back to my mindless window gazing.
A few minutes later the train jolted over some points and the man bumped against me again. I looked at him and was surprised to see that his hand was down the front of the woman's open jeans.
His hand was moving quickly. I had no doubt that he was fingering her pretty hard. She was wriggling about. I couldn't tell whether it was enjoyment or she was trying to get away.
Seeing that was so hot. One of my fantasies is to be used by a strong confident stranger. He looked strong and confident and he was obviously using her. He appeared totally unconcerned as he worked his hand between her legs. Oh! to be her.
The more I watched, the wetter I became. I put my hand up my skirt and played with myself. I wanted skin to skin contact so I ripped my tights, pulled my knickers to one side and pushed two fingers into my wet hole, wishing it was me getting fingered.
The train slowed down for the next station. The young woman broke free and pushed through the crowd towards the door. As she left the man pushed his hard cock back into his pants.
My stop was the next one and it was about ten minutes away.
While the train was stopped I felt the urge to have him use me. Could I make my fantasy a reality? I wasn't sure if he would want to do anything to me. I was older that the other woman. I wasn't as pretty, or slim. On the other hand, maybe he was just using her because she was there.
