Having pushed and shoved my way on the London Underground, I boarded my suburban line train with a minute or two to spare. It was a compartment carriage, so no corridor, just a door each side with two bench seats the width of the carriage.
There were four other passengers, all male and seated in each corner, by the windows. I sat in the middle, miffed that I could not get a window seat.
The whistle blew, on time, great. Then suddenly the opened and in scurried a young girl, a couple of years older than me, about twenty, I guessed. She sat opposite me and crossed her lovely legs. As she placed her handbag on her lap it slightly pushed her skirt up.
I should say her skirt was fairly short, an inch or two above her knees. And she wore black tights. I was now less miffed at not getting a window seat, because the view of her crossed legs was delightful.
The train rumbled on and with no arms or support, both her and I rocked slightly from side to side. Every time her legs moved in rhythm of the train I wanted to stare, but was so embarrassed of her seeing me, or indeed of the other passengers thinking I was a pervert.
She began crossing and uncrossing her legs, each time the skirt would rise ever so slightly. This continued as the journey continued. Then I noticed that she was in fact wearing black stockings, Fuck me stockings, what joy.
The train stopped at the next station, where two of the passengers got off. Still she sat in the same spot, as did I. Still she kept uncrossing her legs, and re-crossing very slowly. Fuck she was teasing me, and I was loving it.
I really wanted to stare, but instead I just casually glanced at her as I looked from one window to the other.
