It was such a long train ride, I had to find a way to pass the time. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know why I felt the urge to do this.
I’m showing off for him.
He’s handsome and a complete stranger, sitting across from me on this crowded train, his eyes watching as I continue to give him my show. Further and further. Pushing the lines until all of me is on display.
I can’t believe I’m flashing him.
I want to show him everything.
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He could see me, could see the white lace that matched the stockings and bra that I was wearing. I wondered how much else he could see.
Could he see the outline of my sex through the fabric? Could he see the details of it? Could he see my neatly trimmed hair or the fact that I was achingly wet because of this show that I was putting on for him? Could he see how much I wanted him to reach across this row and touch me, running his fingers over my sex right here on the train?
Oh god I wanted it. I wanted him to touch me so badly. My whole body was screaming for it, a throbbing ache deep in the pit of me that needed to be filled by his hot and thick throbbing cock.
I could tell that he needed it too. Not because of the intensity in his eyes, the way that he looked at me with a hunger that grew the more of me was on display. Not with the way that he couldn’t decide which part of me to stare at, drinking in my lewd form here in this public place.
No I could tell because of that bulge in his pants. Thick and hard and twitching. It had been there since he sat down but fuck was it growing now. Hard and begging for release, a release I wanted to give to it.