She was looking at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, turning slowly to make sure her outfit was fitting her exactly how she wanted it to. The dim, dusk light shining golden through her window made her long, light brown hair glitter. She spun one more time. She was wearing a short, black bodycon skirt and a ruffle sleeved crop top, tied in the middle of her chest. Her breasts were begging to spill out of it. She smiled as she remembered she always ordered a size down in tops to make her modest C cups look just a little fuller. It was a Friday and the first warm night of the year. She was going to meet up with friends at a roof top bar. They had all graduated college the year before and hadn't seen each other in a few months, so she had been looking forward to it all week. She fixed her lipstick before grabbing her phone and keys and heading out.
She had plenty of time before she was supposed to meet everyone at the bar so she admired the flowers in the trees on her block as she walked to the train. Her heels clacked in a steady rhythm making her lean legs look even more fit. The tight skirt hugged her pert ass and she knew it would ride up slowly, letting just a bit of cheek show at the bottom. The train pulled up right as she got to the station.
Climbing up the stairs she scanned the train car for an empty seat. It was crowded, but as she moved through the cars, she found one that was nearly empty. Her eyes stopped at the only person inside. A man with piercing blue eyes, a classic haircut, and strong arms. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. He looked up as she moved closer. She bent over so her tits were dangling a bit as she moved into the row of seats across from him, her skirt riding up as she slid to the one closest to the window. She glanced in his direction and he was looking right at her. She blushed and turned her head.
There was silence until the screeching of wheels as the train started moving again. She could feel his eyes on her, moving up and down her body. She wondered if his hands were as strong as they looked.
"Did you go to Eastmont?" he asked suddenly, sliding from his window seat to the aisle, moving closer towards her. Eastmont was the prep school in her home town.
"No, but my brother did," she said turning back towards him, "I went to the all-girls prep school." He must've have known her brother. He was seven years older and she was so young in his eyes, despite being nearly 22 now. There was no way any of his friends would ever look at her any other way.
"I thought I knew you, your brother and I were on the baseball team together! We still get beers every once in a while," He smiled, looking into the distance as the memories of high school glory passed behind his eyes. "You've grown up." He looked back at her chest, "Mind if I sit?" He pointed at the aisle seat next to her. She was a bit wary of him. He was fit and muscular, you could see it under his button down. On the ground next to him were several beers wrapped in paper. They all looked empty. She shook he head anyway.
He moved onto the seat next to her, bumping her legs with his and leaving them touching. She slid a bit closer to the window. She didn't know this man and now she was pushed up against the wall in an empty train car with him. How did she always end up in these situations? He put his arm on the top of the seat so his hand was dangling above her shoulder, lightly brushing her top with his fingers.