Forcing my way through the press of bodies, I glanced at my watch. Damn, it would be a miracle if I made it to work on time. Not only had I missed my usual train, which would be bad enough by itself, but the one I had chosen as my next best bet was running late. Fidgeting on the edge of the platform, I thought of the important client I was supposed to be meeting with first thing this morning. As I contemplated the dire fate surely awaiting me at work, the vibrations heralding the approach of the train ran through the ground. Feeling relieved, I stepped through the open doors and eased myself down in a just vacated seat. With the train rapidly filling, I proceeded to indulge myself in a favoured pastime.
Glancing around I noted some interesting specimens. Towards the front of the car there was an Asian, with small but perky breasts. I imagined myself caressing those pert peaks into taut awareness, with her moaning into my mouth as I reached behind her to release her hair from its confinement, causing the silky mass to fall around us like a curtain. There was also a blond, dressed in a rather conservative skirt suit, wearing glasses and with her hair pulled neatly back in a bun. Ignoring this image of propriety, I instead envisioned what she wore underneath. The sheer pantyhose, crotchless perhaps, held up by lacy garters encircling pale thighs. As I bend her over the office desk, her skirt would rise, revealing shaved mons slick with desire.
With a jolt, the train moved off, knocking me out of my pleasant fantasies and causing a girl standing next to me to brush my shoulder with her hip. She moved away as she sent me an apologetic smile, lighting up her rather plain features. Struck by this transformation I studied her more closely. I ran my eyes over the indent of her waist up to her chest. Her breasts were not overly large, and curved as if to fit right into my hands. As I raised my gaze to her face, I noted a light smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks. While further examining her features, I noticed a reddening of her cheeks. I lifted my eyes to meet her grey ones, wondering if she had caught me observing her. To my surprise, she was staring straight ahead and only a slight blush and quickened breathing gave evidence that something was amiss.
Intrigued now, I lowered my view to her lithe hips, the lines of which were barely visible under her pleated school skirt. A hint of movement caught my eye and as I stared I saw something move again. Could she be masturbating? But no, both her hands were visible. Shocked, I came to the only reasonable conclusion. Someone on the train was interfering with this young girl. I glanced around her, but the train was so full it could have been one of any five persons. Bringing my gaze back to the girl I could now see a definate rythmic motion occuring. As I watched, an elderly man leaned forward and whispered something in the girls ear. Biting her lip, the girl nodded and slowly began to raise her skirt. I looked on in awe as his hands became visible, gently stroking the young girl's pussy. Leaning forward again he blew a stream of air into her ear as he inserted one long, arthritic finger inside her cunt.
