Exhausted from a long day at the office, Mandy steps onto the train to go home. Usually she rides the earlier train which is extremely crowded, but about twice a week something comes up at work so she stays later. This late train is not exactly deserted, but she can usually get her own seat without a lot of people near her. This is perfect for Mandy. She is looking forward to the train ride home. She selects a seat near the back of the car. Across the aisle is a man she has seen on the train before, but he is busy with some papers and a laptop computer. Everyone else in this car is up toward the front. Mandy leans back her head and closes her eyes. She has developed a ritual with these late train rides. As the motion of the car rocks her body gently, she plays out elaborate fantasies in her mind. It certainly passes the time on her long commute, and it acts as a secret reward to herself for putting in extra time at work.
As the train pulls out of the station, the rocking of the car sends tingles along her body. Her mind fills with images. She is struggling to suck a huge cock, which she cannot quite fit into her mouth. She feels it slam against the back of her throat as she tries to take it all. She is flicking another woman's nipples with her tongue, feeling the woman's warm pussy with her hand while listening to her moan. She is on all fours, being fucked violently while a small group of men and women watch her. She can feel her face flush and her pussy drip as these fantasies roll through her mind. She imagines that the crowd watching her fuck are all rubbing and sucking on each other while they keep her eyes on her. She is so hot. This particular fantasy is her favorite and she knows she is breathing heavy. She opens her eyes to check where the bus is on its route, and sees the man staring at her intently. A part of her mind is shocked and embarrassed. Does he know what is going on in her mind? Can he see the flush on her face? Can he see her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing? She is still foggy from the fantasy, however, and his attention to her mirrors the attention of the watching crowd in her mind. She does not turn away, but holds his gaze. Wondering what she is doing, she waits to see if he will go back to his work or if he is really watching her.
Dan has seen this woman on the train before. Although they have never spoken, he is always pleased to see her. She is beautiful, with long black hair, large green eyes, full sinful lips, and breasts so full and round that it is impossible to determine if they are real or if they are fake. She is always dressed in business wear -- usually a tailored blouse and skirt. Today is no exception. Her pin-striped skirt stops just above her knees and her flimsy white blouse seems barely to contain her. Her exceptional beauty is not the only reason he looks forward to seeing her, however. The main attraction is her performance. It is subtle, yet unmistakable. Not long after her eyes close, Dan can see the woman's breasts rise and fall as her breathing becomes more rapid. Her face flushes. She licks her lips. Sometimes she even rocks her pelvis slightly. He can see her arousal; he can feel it as if he were touching her wet pussy. He always watches her, right up until her stop. She has never noticed him before. Today she notices. She looks up; her eyes lock on his. Her pupils are dilated. Her lips part and her face flushes more, but she does not look away. Excitement courses through Dan as he realizes she might be up for a game. He must not be too forward. She doesn't know him and will be easily frightened. Dan sets his computer aside, shifting slightly in his seat so the bulge in his slacks is clearly visible to her. He rests his hand lightly, casually upon his thigh and strokes the side of his hard cock through the fabric with just the tip of his thumb. He watches for her reaction to his display of arousal.
