It had been an exhausting day, and the train ride home felt like a battle to stay awake. The regional trains were double-deckers, and I always preferred the small landing halfway up the stairs. It offered a bit more space and a view down to the lower level. The extra legroom and open feel made it my favorite spot, and it was conveniently close to the door without exposing me to the cold drafts in winter.
But tonight was one of those hot sticky mid-summer nights, and the air conditioning struggled to keep up with the heat. I was grateful for my choice of a lightweight cotton shirt and loose trousers--perfect for the weather, even if it didn't prevent the inevitable sweat from leaking through all over.
As I settled into my seat, she boarded the train at the same station, taking a seat in the twin chairs by the door, directly across, and down the stairs, from me. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five. What caught my eye immediately was her light linen blouse, the fabric so sheer that I could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. A personal fascination of mine, her small, delicate breasts were unmistakably outlined beneath the thin material. She as also wearing a peasant skirt and sandals.
I must have been staring longer than I realized because when I finally tore my eyes away from her chest, I found her looking directly at me, a smile playing on her lips. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly averted my gaze, feeling the heat rise to my face. She seemed amused by my flustered reaction, her smile deepening as she watched me.
My embarrassment was palpable, and as if on cue, I felt a familiar warmth stirring within me, my body betraying my attempt to keep my composure. The train's gentle sway did little to ease the tension, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
I screwed up my courage and smiled back at her. Her eyes flicked down to her chest and back to me with raised eyebrows. It was like she was asking me a question.
Without really realizing it, I nodded. She smiled and her left hand gently cupped her right breast, her thumb and finger pinching her nipple. In the V opening of her blouse, I could see droplets of perspiration run down her cleavage. Her hair was also slicked back with the damp from the heat. Her cheeks were flushed.
My gaze was fixed, and my cock was now hard. She undid a middle button on her blouse and slipped her hand inside. There was no mistaking this as a show for me and I leaned forward on the rail in front of me. At the same time, I squeezed my cock though my trousers.
She gestured her chin in my direction. I was meant to put on a show myself. I shifted forward in my seat and outlined the shape of my cock in my trousers. She smiled and raised her eyebrows.
Looking around quickly I noted there were only a couple of other people on the car. I couldn't see the upper level, but then, they couldn't see me. The people on her level were at the other end of the car and facing away from us.
She undid the button at the top of her blouse effectively opening it up most of the way. I could now see her hand manipulate her small tit. She ran her fingers underneath it and gently pulled on her nipple. I was now stroking my cock through the front of my slacks.
Her free hand now pulled up her peasant skirt above her knees. She smiled at me and winked. She eased forward in her seat and her hand disappeared under her skirt. I could see her take a deep breath as her hand obviously found its target.
I needed more. Pulling the drawstring on my trousers loosened the belt and my hand went into my pants. I was rock solid. My own sweet added a little lubrication and I was able to slide my hand up and down the shaft with relative ease.
