Low key and not that massive of a thrill, but years ago when commuting to the city by train had an event. Like many trains, the train cars had a vestibule where people would stand between the opposite side doors when waiting to arrive at their stop or the train was very crowded. The seats for the balance of the car were 3 on 1 side and 2 on the other all facing the vestibule, which put the 3rd of the 3 seats in line with the aisle down the middle of the train car. One summer Friday evening with only a couple of stops left and most people had gotten off the train and the vestibule had cleared I noticed a woman sitting in that 3rd seat of the first row facing the vestibule, I was on the other side of the vestibule also in the 3rd seat but back a few rows. She was looking at me, more like staring. As I looked back, I noticed she opened her legs so I and anyone else behind me could see everything, then partially closed them again. Then she started fiddling with the buttons on her top, undoing 1, then a 2nd to reveal her cleavage and a bit of her bra. To say I was surprised to see this on a commuter train, where things were so staid and conservative that rattling a newspaper was frowned upon, would be an understatement. Her display went on for another minute when my station was approaching and I stood and walked to the vestibule, and her, to get off. She watched me the entire time with a slight smile, legs slowly opening and closing while she tugged at her shirt. Not thinking that anyone taking that train would do that, it dawned on me she was probably a working girl trolling for a customer. But maybe she was just a "liberated woman" [a phrase that was bandied about at the time] and was feeling frisky...
