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.
