Several years ago there was this government sponsored campaign in the Netherlands that included large posters at the railway stations. I don't recall what the campaign was about -- safe sex probably -- but do remember the graphic nature of the posters and the commotion they caused. The posters pictured an 18-year-old boy and girl seated on a bed about to have sex. He was turned towards the camera and most you could see of him was his naked upper body. She was facing the camera and smiling, her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts clearly visible.
I was still living at home with my parents at that time and would travel daily by train to get to school. I was doing a two year course in business studies and had just finished my first year when this campaign was running. Anyway, for me there was no avoiding these posters. I like the liberal nature of my country, but do wonder at times whether it wouldn't be better to be a little less liberal. I remember mom being outraged by the posters. They made me feel a little self conscious and at the same time I'd feel my body begin to respond slightly.
I wasn't very experienced yet, sex wise. My best friend Angela was less shy and at her place they were quite open about it, whereas my sex education consisted out of the things Angela told me. At that time it just wasn't something we discussed at home. I don't know whether it was because I'd always been too shy to ask and mom thought that easy - no questions, no answers - or whether it simply never occurred to her to tell anything besides "You'll need these soon" and dropping a few packs of sanitary napkins at the bottom of my wardrobe when I was about twelve.
Anyway, Angela was a bit more outgoing, knew about things I'd never even heard of. We ended up swapping notes in one of the school's washrooms underneath the partitions as even she thought it too embarrassing to tell me face-to-face what a blow job was. And eating pussy. And anal sex.
She dated and lost her virginity to a cute guy in high school while my world still mainly evolved around homework. It took me a few more years to catch up. I was barely seventeen when I left high school a virgin, but when I finished my course in business studies I was still a bit shy, but definitely not a virgin anymore.
Even though Angela and I have always been very close, there was never anything more than friendship between us. Just thought you should know. We shared lots of things, but never boyfriends. And some of the things that I'd like to share with you, I have only recently told her. Today's story being one of them and yes, I'm getting back to those posters.
It was during the summer holidays and Angela and I had told our parents we'd go shopping in one of the larger cities in the North of my country. It would be a girls' day out: shopping, chatting, more shopping and perhaps a movie. That's what we told our parents... However, Angela had secretly been seeing this guy whom she knew her parents wouldn't approve of: he was a few years older, a bit of a wild looking guy in leather jacket, boots and some tattoos and he had his own bike. Honestly, he was a sweet, gentle guy; he just tried to look a bit tough. Angela preferred spending some 'quality time' with him and therefore she'd hop off at the next stop. She'd given me some money and I would go shopping for the both of us. I was fine with that. That's what friends are for, right?
Anyway, as we sat in the train waiting for it to depart, we had this brilliant view of one of these posters. Angela loved it, I would have preferred it to be a little less explicit. It was quiet in the train: school holidays and 10am, in our compartment there were just the two of us and a 40-something guy dressed in a business suite across the isle. We spoke softly about the poster, but as the train wasn't moving yet the man could probably still hear it all anyway. At least, when I looked his way our eyes met. He looked purposefully at the poster and then back at me, raising an eyebrow. It almost felt like an invitation. When I glanced at him again he smiled at me and rubbed his crotch briefly. I flushed and was glad that Angela didn't notice anything and that the train began to move.
Angela chatted on and on about her boyfriend and I managed to respond at the right moments with the right comments. Yes, he was cute. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he had a cool bike and no, not too sure whether she should take a tattoo as well. Every once in a while I'd glance at the guy and his erection was hard to miss. When the ticket inspector showed up, the guy had already put his jacket in his lap and pretended to be reading his newspaper. The inspector left and I knew that we'd probably not see him again.
We arrived at the next station where Angela had to get off. She squeezed passed me and smiled.
"Have fun and I'll text you!"
"Yeah, behave yourself," I smiled back, knowing full well what she and her boyfriend would be up to. Angela got off the train and I saw that her boyfriend was waiting for her. I watched as they hugged and kissed before the train started to move again.
I carefully looked around, but the man across the isle and I were still the only people in our compartment. Normally I'd have taken the window seat that Angela had just vacated, but that would also block most of my view of the man as I was facing the back of the seats right in front of me. The man had taken a seat in a section where the seats across from him were actually facing him, so four people could sit together there.
As I glanced his way again he caught my eyes and smiled. Then, barely perceptible, he nodded at his groin and I couldn't help but look. He'd put his paper and jacket aside and his dark pants formed a tent at his crotch. I couldn't look away, completely mesmerized as he slowly unbuckled his pants. I felt my heart hammer and my mouth went dry. He unzipped his pants and I think he may have smiled at me again, but I was too engrossed with the hand that pushed his briefs down while the other took a large, erect cock out of its awkward position.
I didn't realise that I was biting my lip, until I tasted blood. I felt his eyes on me as he slowly started stroking his cock. I swallowed, but my mouth still felt dry. He moved his hand slowly up and down his shaft, stroking the tip with his thumb. When he reached his other hand towards me as an invitation I hesitantly stood up, took my bag and moved towards him. He patted on the seat beside him and I sat down and watched as he continued to masturbate. Watching him and hearing his heavy breathing turned me on. My panties were already damp from simply staring across the isle, but now I felt my body response more urgently.
"You like this?" he asked quietly, looking from me to his cock and back again. I could only nod, not trusting my voice. While he ran his left hand up and down his cock, his right hand found its way to my left thigh. I was wearing a knee length skirt and a rather tight shirt. His hand on my bare thigh sent strong signals to my body. My nipples hardened and my pussy became wetter. My heart pounded loudly and my breathing became heavier. I sank down in my seat as his hand slowly wandered up my leg until he reached my panty clad pussy.
"Mmm," he murmured,"Wet panties..."
All I could do was moan and push myself against his probing fingers. He leaned closer and whispered: "Take them off..."
I blinked and turned to him. He was wearing thin rimmed glasses and his grey eyes bore into mine and I nodded. Lifting up my bottom I reached underneath my skirt and quickly pulled down my panties and took them off. He held out his hand and took them from me. He smelled them briefly before putting them out of sight within the folds of his jacket
"Very nice," he smiled before looking at his cock again which shone with pre-cum.
"Ever sucked a man's cock before?"
