I was almost too slow to make it to my train that day. It was the same train that I always took for my more than two hour long ride home after school. It was a daily pain in the ass, twice a day, but at least I had learned to sleep on the train to make my day more effective. Sleeping pills helped me and sent me into a dreamless, deathlike slumber that I enjoyed. Gods' know there wasn't much else to enjoy.
All the other commuters were old and unattractive, even though I had tried to make them more fascinating in my mind. They all wore the same clothes and I imagined that they worked on the same boring floor in the same boring office building. In the building they archived stuff, like papers and more papers. They were sexless beings, even if they sometimes displayed sexual characteristics typical for humans, for they cloned themselves instead of the more common human reproduction. They had to clone themselves because I always felt that there were more of them each day, no two seats next to each other were ever free and I got used, sad to say, to sit close to my boring neighbors.
As I stared into the night, for the sun had set on the horizon long before I went on my train, I felt the many, similar smells of the people close to me and I felt my sleeping pill take effect and I welcomed it for nothingness beats boredom every day. Soon I would be home; when I awoke I would leave these people behind me... for the day. I placed my head straight back and closed my eyes and darkness and nothingness were there and said hello, you.
A loud trainish noise woke me up and I instinctively cursed before I stopped myself so that I wouldn't disturb my fellow passengers. I was a good man that way. But no one was there to be disturbed by me. In fact, no one was there at all. That is strange, I thought with a smile for this was certainly something worthy to wake up to. I stretched out my legs and felt nothing but magnificent air around them as I put them on the seats before me. You weren't allowed to do that but a sense of anarchy had come over me with my sudden freedom. Train heaven had come at last.
A door opened, and closed, behind me and I heard another passenger walk down the line towards me. I thought sad thoughts but I calmed myself by thinking that there were plenty of seats for both of us. We didn't even have to see each other if we didn't want it. And by God, I never wanted that. I closed my eyes and waited for the other person to sit down somewhere and be silent.
To my surprise the steps stopped right next to me and a light voice said "Is it all right if I sit here?"
I opened one eye with an involuntary, disappointed sound from my throat and looked at the speaking person. Directly after this I opened my other eye to get a better look. Before me stood something I had never seen on this train before: An attractive human being dressed in something other than ugly.
The first thing that I saw was the belly and the breasts covered by a white shirt with a red tie hanging down from an unbuttoned collar. Under that was a red and black cheerleader inspired woolen skirt that stopped at her knees. And beneath those knees, barely letting a thin line of pale flesh show in between, were a pair of black, shiny boots with a short heel. They were of a pornographic kind and I had never seen the like in the real world. It was as if they had never been used before, not even to walk in here with. That was strange but I still appreciated it. The boots were tied with red leather strings and the rosettes dangled with her skirt.
I thought I gazed upon one of my sexual fantasies. But maybe it was every man's. She was clearly above 20 years old and my best guess was 24. Her breasts were too well rounded and her face had too much character. But she was petite and graceful. It was as if someone had combined the best of the adult and the best of the young in this sexy ballerina.
My well-mannered behavior prevented me from ogling her any further and I hastily raised my eyes to her face which smiled down at me as if I were something cute lying in the gutter. She had a pale complexion with reddish blonde hair tied in a ponytail. Black was around her eyes and red was on her lips. One smiling lower lip got bit by her white teeth while she waited for my answer and I wondered why she didn't sit down by her own accord when I realized that my feet covered the other seat. Then I almost sprang up to let her take the other seat and I hastily brushed away some of the earth that had fallen from my shoes.
"Thank you," she said and moved in to sit.
As I sat closest to the walkway I thought that she would place her lovely being closest to the windows and my heart skipped a beat when I saw her place herself where I had kept my feet just a few seconds ago.
I have long legs and even though I tried to move them as far away as possible I couldn't avoid contact with her. Usually the other person helped me with this problem but not this one for which I was both glad and nervous. She smiled when she saw me wriggle about in an effort to solve it on my own and she smiled even more when she stretched out her legs, making it even harder for me to avoid her limbs.
"Sorry," I said with a red face and pressed my hands to my legs to prevent them from moving at all.
"No, it's all right," she said smiling even more in that same evangelic way, "I know how it is."
She does? Well, she had probably experienced legs before. The situation was psychologically uncomfortable for me but I only sweated a little and kept still. I wouldn't want her to think that I was some kind of weirdo. We both kept still and silent for a moment when I felt something stirring.
Even though I kept my legs still she didn't seem capable of not moving hers into new positions constantly. But I still kept mine still and therefore her boot clad legs pressed into me all the time, often in a grinding motion as if she tried the different positions with great care. The pressing treatment did not ease me and I was horrified when I felt my cock get hard and start to press in my underwear.
She looked at my face as she moved around but I couldn't help myself from looking down at my crouch to see if my reaction was visible. It wasn't, yet, but when I looked up again I saw her nodding and smiling in a way that made me tingle in all the wrong ways for a train ride.
"You like this," she said with that knowing smile and I shook my head with energy.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out, "I don't understand."
She held up one of her well-made hands and hushed me.
