The seven fifteen to The Hague moved into motion slowly. Peter stared out the window, watching the chaotically moving crowd. Even during summer holidays the platforms at Utrecht Central were packed.
He saw a man with a suitcase, visibly swearing as the train slid past him. 'Tough luck, you missed it,' Peter thought.
His laptop popped up the spreadsheet he needed to work on.
In the compartment, people were struggling for a seat. Politeness was absent. First come, first serve seemed the law of the morning rush hour.
The woman who sat down opposite him sighed, obviously happy to have found a place to sit. She wore a classy two-piece business outfit, that made her look older than she probably was.
'Mid twenties,' Peter guessed, as he observed her.
He looked at his screen again, entered yesterday's sales figures and ran a few macros. Then he went to his email program, and hit "Connect". Wireless internet access was a real blessing.
Miss Business Outfit opened her laptop too. Peter gave it half a look.
'Compaq, newest release. With wireless access and infrared port too; hmm, fancy machine,' he thought.
As he looked up a bit, he saw she had opened her jacket. Not a bad idea. Today was going to be hot again, and the busy compartment felt a bit damp already.
Peter gave her a closer look.
'Wow.' His thought could be summarized in just that word.
Underneath that classy jacket, a thin blouse was bulging dangerously. He could see contours of a lace bra, the cups pushing her very big breasts together. Part of her cleavage showed behind two buttons that were opened.
'Holy fuck, what a breathtaking pair of tits!'
His laptop bleeped, making her glance up at him. Peter cast his eyes down quickly, pretending to read his email. Nothing important.
He had trouble concentrating. His eyes observed her again, going up along her legs and skirt. Miss Business Outfit was wearing classic pumps with her two-piece. Peter wondered when she had last shaved her legs. They looked perfectly soft.
Her chest heaved calmly with the pace of her breathing, the blouse opening just a little more as she breathed in. Miss Business Outfit seemed occupied enough with her work to not notice him peeping at her fabulous bosom.
Of the many things that aroused him in a woman's body, large breasts were the thing that really thrilled Peter out of his mind. And this was just about instant cum level. He could feel his dick swell rapidly into a huge hard on, throbbing against the bottom of his laptop.
It bleeped again. Peter clicked his email program.
'Strange, nothing there,'he thought.
He tried to concentrate on his spreadsheet figures again. Then he saw the new icon in the bottom right. He clicked it.
"Infrared port connection established. Waiting for reply…" Peter frowned.
Another bleep. He was puzzled now.
Another window popped up. He read it. Stunned.
==So, you enjoy looking at my tits, eh?==
His breathing stopped instantly. Peter didn't even dare to look up.
'Miss Business Outfit?!? Fucking hell!'
He couldn't believe what he was seeing on his screen.
Another message appeared.
==Surprised, computer boy?==
And another one. He switched off the beeps.
==Yes it's me alright. Opposite you. Don't look up. Just type something back :P==
Peter couldn't hide a giant blush. But he started typing.
==I don't know what to say. I feel caught with my pants down!==
He saw her reply fast.
==Hmm, that would make us even, then. You watching my tits, me watching your bulge. I bet you're hard for me…I can sense you are, but your laptop is covering my view…==
'Jesus, she's seeing right through me...'
