The train approaches the platform and the commuters from our village to the big city make their way, shuffling together like emperor penguins as they assemble, ready to board the 07.06. I look around and see a few familiar faces. We nod to each other discretely, in the courteous but distant way British train travellers do. Heaven forbid that we actually speak with each other, even less get to know one another. Maybe it's because we are an island race that we behave in such an insular manner.
The doors hush open, and I find a vacant seat. A woman sits next to me. She's about 58 years old, the rounded side of overweight, straw coloured hair, a gentle but "lived-in" face, carrying a cloth covered shopping bag and wearing a heavy-weight coat. It's really not that cold, and for once, the heating in the carriage works. She smiles as she sits down, gathering her flapping coat around her to achieve two things... to make a warm physical and psychological cocoon around her; and to not impinge on my personal space. The barrier is created efficiently. Even this close, we do not even greet each other. Sad. We enter life alone, leave it alone, and during our rich years, we are often alone.
I reach for my MP3 player and search for something special; something that will enliven me in my privacy. Inserting my earphones deeply to trap the sound so that only I can hear, I press the "play" button and listen to your voice. I have downloaded your story from Literotica and can hear you, and in my minds eye I can see you as you touch and caress yourself into blissful orgasm. I smile wryly to myself and wonder whether I could smell you if I had a minds nose. My senses are awash with your sighs, groans and murmurings.
Under my briefcase that nestles in my lap, my penis engorges with blood as I become erect. I am erect for you, and because of you. In my ears, you encourage me to grow, and I know that I will have to masturbate when I arrive at my office. I need the release that you can bring.
I am disturbed by the woman next to me. She too has earphones embedded in her ears, linked to her phone. She's not talking, but I can tell she's listening intently. My mind wanders and wonders what is making her smile. She has a pretty mouth. I imagine her kissing her children, her husband, her lover, her friends. Each kiss is different. The lips take the shapes demanded by the circumstances.
Opposite me sits a man... ordinary... and next to him a younger woman, over 21 but much less than 30. She is on her way to work. She is clutching her office security pass. She has Indian/Asian features but a Welsh name. Curious. I know her name, and her company; but her secret is safe with me. Her eyes are closed as she listens to her music. Is it music? She shuffles in her seat and presses her bottom down into the cushion. She is doing more than just riding on a train. She's riding the train. Her knees press together and she gently chews her bottom lip in concentration. What is she listening to? I need to know.
Her eyes fly open as she catches me watching her. She smiles at me. It's warm and personal. She looks at my lap and sees me squeezing my buttocks as I try to force more of my life-blood into my hard cock. She thinks that she knows. She realises that she really knows. And I return her smile.
