I had just stepped on the train after a long day at work. There's a lady dressed in a business suit sitting in my usual seat at the end of the carriage. No problem, I think to myself, there's a seat opposite her free, so I head towards it. She looks up, our eyes meet and she smiles the most warming smile. I smile back, glad to have given my favoured seat to such a pleasing smile. She's wearing a figure-hugging black suit with a skirt...elegant, professional, and very alluring I notice that one side of her skirt has ridden up, no doubt as she sat down. I often daydream and fantasise about just such a woman...
I place my bag in the overhead rack before I sit down and notice her movement. Maybe thinking I need more space she moves her leg aside. I look across because the movement has slightly parted her legs. I ponder whether that's a stocking top I can see. I look up and make eye contact again...she smiles once more with a twinkle in her eye. I smile back, her legs remain slightly parted.
As the train moves on and we settle into the commute, people leave as we pass the suburban rush hour. Eventually it is just the two of us left in that area of seating, with a handful of commuters in the rest of the carriage. A crossword puzzle appears to keep her attention and as she drops her pen I instinctively bend down to reach it. Her leg moves further, widening the gap between her thighs. This time the stocking tops are clearly on display...is that her knickers i can see beyond? The gentleman in me averts my eyes before I can fully confirm. We make eye contact again, this time a wink confirms the deliberate act.
I feel my arousal begin as I try to discreetly reposition my growing erection through my trousers. I wasn't as discreet as I might have thought as she again smiles a knowing smile as our eyes meet for more than a glance.
Her hand reaches down and tugs upwards gently at the front hem of her skirt, scratches slightly and leaves the skirt in this new position, now enabling a glimpse of her inner thigh above the stocking top. She licks her lips, confirming that she is enjoying this game, further upping the stakes by fanning her legs apart in a swift and playful motion. The widening provides me with the perfect flash of her most private area, a nestled, lacy image that immediately draws a gasp from me. I smile my appreciation for the gesture, an apparent reward for my pen drop chivalry.
Partly to adjust my erection and partly to see if this game can be continued, I stand and reach for my bag in the luggage rack. My swollen trousers are now closer for her to see...she has no doubt how turned on I am. Her lips part as she mouths her interest, and when a sudden jolt of the train moves me forwards, her hands move to hold my hips for support. I thank her.
" My pleasure," she replies, "Are you leaving me?
"No, just getting my bag down to put next to me, now that the train is quieter," I say.
"Good, I'm just starting to enjoy your company," she replied, smiling.
