On the train, heading home, I close my eyes and drift.

You are opposite me when I wake up. 

I wonder if you’re wearing pantyhose or stockings and focus on the hem of your short skirt. 

Uncrossing your legs and parting your thighs, you stand up.  I see stocking tops, and then a glimpse of white lace panties with a dark bush shining through.

The stranger beside me stifles a gasp.

I follow you onto the platform and we kiss deeply.

The stranger watches with his mouth wide open as the train pulls away.