It was over a week before I saw you again. Guess some people don't like getting fucked in public, then told to get off the fucking train I laughed to myself. The time had gone by faster than normal and here it was, an early Saturday morning and I was making an uncommon trip to the office to finish up some important paperwork. As usual, I sat in my same seat, with the morning sun shining into the car from over my shoulder. Because it was a weekend, I had decided to wear running shorts, running shoes and a t-shirt in case I wanted to take a run to break up the day.
As the doors opened, your perfume announced your entrance into the rail car, filling it with a wonderful fragrance. Too bad there was only you, me, and a couple of older women up front to take in its intoxicating aroma. I am quite certain others would have enjoyed the fine fragrance too I mused.
You hesitated briefly as you entered the car, and by habit, seemed ready to take your normal position next to where I always sat. You wore a short tight fitting pink dress that hugged you in all the right places. My eyes were glued to the slow motion of your ass as you moved past me to sit directly opposite me. Now I could see why I had fucked you in the first place. Your hair was perfect, your nails were perfect, your lipstick and makeup highlighted your delicate facial features. The form fitting dress made your tits look even bigger than I remembered them feeling. I felt a stir between my legs.
Only the jostling of the car kept you from sitting perfectly still. Eventually, your gaze moved towards me. Without making eye contact, you looked directly at my crotch. You squirmed slightly in your seat, adjusting yourself, and then discreetly licked at your lips. I caught you as you did a couple of quick double takes to my crotch, before you looked away. Busted I said to myself as I caught your stare returning to my crotch a couple of more times, your gaze lingering longer each time. It was then that I decided to have some fun with you.
With my head turned to the side, ignoring your frequent peeks, I ran my hand across the length of my shaft a couple of times. Predictably, it began to engorge itself with blood, pushing the mushroom shaped head further down the side of my leg. I gripped the shaft, giving it a tug or two to aid it's elongation. Then I spread my legs a bit wider to accommodate your viewing pleasure.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched you uncross your legs, leaving them slightly apart at the knees, giving me a partial glimpse of the playground I had enjoyed just days earlier. You kept your knees apart as the train rocked along. You reached up and unpinned your beautiful thick hair and it cascaded past your shoulders. Tossing your head back and forth a few times loosened your flowing mane. Long slender fingers combed through your hair in the most sensual way as you casually glanced to make sure I had noticed.
Only briefly did your eyes lock on mine, as if saying, 'See, two can play this game.'
You widened your stance as you leaned back in your seat, giving the morning sunlight an opportunity to warm your glistening lips. It seemed completely out of character for such a refined well dressed woman like you to behave like you did. You slumped down as you slid to the front edge of the seat.