Just completing your first semester in college and getting ready to go home for the summer probably isn’t the best time to learn about your naughty side.

This is a story of a time when I was at a tender nineteen years old and shy, but somehow seemed mysteriously bold and unapproachable to the young, handsome guys at school and ended up being the constant target of their lusty leers. My tiny, twenty-eight-inch waist, coupled with round, full, 34C breasts and constantly hard nipples, gave me all the attention I wanted and more, as I habitually wore tight, low-cut, tops.

Being looked at like a piece of fuck-toy all day and with my active wild imagination, I was horny beyond control at the end of every class.

Finding privacy was not the easiest while having two wonderful but nerdy roommates. With them in the room, slumbering in their mandatory afternoon nap, I’d feel so dirty, so nasty, as I'd jam my fingers into my pussy and get myself off, right as I heard their soft snores. This eventually became a daily ritual and I became an expert at silent orgasms, biting my lips, twisting, and turning at the corner of my bed every afternoon.

Dating was out of the question in the first semester, and so was sex as I was still in a loving relationship with my high-school sweetheart and my first-ever serious boyfriend.

While the summer was particularly hot, it was no match for my constantly burning pussy as I replayed the boys' reactions to my body again and again and again in my dirty mind!

It was finally the week when everyone was getting ready to head home for the summer break and I often found myself getting excited, imagining all the dirty things my boyfriend and I would do to each other when we'd meet after a six-month break.

Still lost in my wild imagination, I picked up a simple but almost see-through white V-neck tee to go over my sexy lace bra, recently added to my collection to surprise my boyfriend. The simple but sexy look was completed by matching panties and tight blue-washed jeans.

Being a planner, my ticket was booked a day before the usual summer crowd and rush. It was my first train ride home all by myself. My outfit and everything else about the hot summer day were making me impatient to board the train and possibly play with myself a little if I found the solitude.

As I waited in the summer heat, lines of sweat dripped from the top of my neck, tracing around the full curves of my boobs, piling and making my underboob wet and dirty. It would usually have been a messy picture but my white t-shirt was almost transparent, making it irresistible for the men on the platform to pass by with a naughty look.

After waiting for more than fifteen minutes in the heat, the train arrived at the platform and was deserted as predicted. My seat was also flawlessly in the center of the two doors, keeping the distractions of people coming in and out of the train as far away as possible. All the seats around mine were empty and which made it an excellent setting for a quick and much-needed release. Just as I was about to let my dirty mind run wild with lusty imaginations, I saw a middle-aged man in his early thirties take the seat right in front of me.

He was dressed in business casuals with a striped blue and white fitted shirt and plain khaki trousers. The folds in the shirt displayed his fit but not overly muscular body with broad wide shoulders.

He was attractive and in the horny state of haze, I found myself flushed and slightly embarrassed as I shamelessly gawked. He gave me a polite smile as he leaned over to place his black suitcase on my side. His eyes traveled to my upper body, tracing the lines of my seductive lacey bra and the light hint of my big areolas, only visible if you were close. He lingered there for a second more than he needed to and finally took his seat across me.

We were facing each other and I pretended to look at my phone as the hot stranger's attention was still on my white tee and the gaping V-neck. To make things more interesting, I adjusted the neck of my tee, pulling it a tiny bit lower to flash my boobs and hard nipples through the white sexy lace.

The exhilaration of the hot stranger watching me had me soaking wet and super horny. My cheeks were scorched red and my chest was heaving as I hyperventilated and pressed my legs together tightly. The fascination had me burning with desire and uncontrollable need.

As I rubbed my thighs against each other adjusting on my seat, our eyes met for a brief second and I noticed a slight smile on his face. That was all the encouragement I needed to give the hot stranger a show that he would replay in his head for many nights as he jacked off alone in his bed. Or even better, as he fucked his girlfriend or wife.

I unbuttoned my tight jeans and slightly parted my legs as our eyes locked into a dangerous game of dare to go further. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the temptation and the sexy haze surrounding us, ignoring that we were in a public place and anyone could easily walk in on our little game.

My hands slipped inside my panties and found my drenched pussy, aching to be touched. His eyes narrowed to an intensely sexy look as my fingers touched the sensitive clit and my body was stimulated by all the sensations. He was slowly stroking his hard-on over his trousers, all the while maintaining a piercing gaze on my body.

The look in his eyes was more arousing than anything else at that moment and I couldn't fight the want to see more hunger in those deep brown eyes. In a swift motion, I pulled my tee and bra down with my free hand to flash my boobs and started rubbing my sensitive nipples. This feeling combined with the thrill of a stranger's hungry gaze was enough to push me over the edge as waves and waves of orgasm washed all over my body. As I sat there writhing and biting my lips to be as silent as humanly possible. I closed my eyes to enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss, feeling as naughty as ever, having finally gotten the release that I so badly needed.

When I opened my eyes, struggling to get to my senses, the hot stranger was not in his seat even though his suitcase was still beside me. I turned around to see the hot stranger walking toward me as I straightened my tee and composed myself to look presentable.

My wicked mind was already imagining him jacking off at some corner of the train after my little show. He leaned forward to take his suitcase and brushed his hands on my boobs as he walked away with a mischievous grin.