I hated the commute to and from work, trains have always bored me and the 45 minute journey to work and back was mind numbing. I've never been able to read on the train and so I spent most of my time people watching. Wondering where people were going and what they would do when there. I had a fun imagination so that passed some time but bored me too after a while.
Today had been a good day at work, mainly due to the long liquid lunch we'd been treated to after winning a very lucrative contract and I was feeling tipsy as the train took me home. The carriage was quieter than normal so my game didn't last long. Soon I was just left in the carriage with a couple of men who were suited and booted, didn't take much powers of observation to see they, like me, were just going home from work. Maybe they were spies and I'd get caught up in a nice juicy scandal, that thought made me smirk but my life wasn't that interesting.
I liked dressing to impress for work too and always wore a smart skirt suit, complete with stockings and suspenders. Not that anyone saw them but they made me feel good and my boyfriend always got a kick out of me wearing them. He'd be there when I got home to pull them off me and fuck me. He might even let me through the door first, if I'm lucky. My neighbours have been flashed accidentally more times that I'd care to remember.
Thinking about the fun I would have when I got home made me bite my bottom lip and when I glanced up one of the men looked away quickly and blushed. I smiled to myself and felt flattered, what girl doesn't like to get a little attention from a handsome man. He was very handsome, rugged looking in his suit. I imagined he would be tattooed underneath, he looked the sort. I looked at the other man again. He was good looking too but too preened for my taste, his eyebrows were shaped and his tan really hadn't come from the sun. He was easy on the eye though. He caught me looking and we smiled at each other.