I just had to write and share this with you all out there.
I work in the CBD of a large major city, so I catch the train in daily, it’s usually a twenty-minute commute, 25 minutes door to door. I try to get the 7:45 train, that way it’s still possible to catch a seat.
I got to the station with time to spare, checked out my phone (mobile) for anything interesting. Then the train rolls into the station. I aim to get on at the front carriage, that way I’m closest to the escalator and exit.
I enter the carriage and start scanning for any empty seats, then I completely change my mind, for sitting, I should say perched on the edge of her seat is a pretty brunette, in her late twenties. She is dressed all in black. Black jacket, top, boots and tights/pantihose, and of course a black leather skirt, which at best probably only came halfway down her thighs. (It’s difficult to gauge when they’re sitting.)
She’s busy perusing her phone, but what caught my eye, as it would any of you, was the white triangle that greeted me. In her haste to sit down she had not exercised sufficient care and her skirt had bunched up to the top of her thighs. To make matters worse (better?) she had placed her tote bag on the floor between her legs, so her thighs were nicely parted preventing her from hiding her modesty.
I had this wonderful sight, the white of her cotton panties peering through the black tights. The shape of the subtle bulge of her panties suggested all sorts of possibilities and allowed for the imagination to work overtime. It was, indeed, a sight to warmup any man in the morning.
She was so preoccupied with her phone that not a thought sprung to mind that, perhaps, she had a wardrobe failure. All to my advantage, as I was able to indulge myself and enjoy the scene for the duration of my journey.
She did at one point try to adjust her sitting posture, but not enough to remove the picture she was presenting. Those panties were on view for the full 20 minutes, in all their simple beauty and glory.
It occurs to me I may have seen and have knowledge about something that even her husband does not know about. Just staring at her sexy mound behind those white panties, constrained by her tight pantihose gets the synapses firing and the neurons working. Is it possible she and her husband had a quick f*ck this morning, his hard p*nis pounding hard in her pussy? Or, maybe, they were so taken by passion at breakfast that he took her over the breakfast table? She could even still have his jism inside her!
I have no idea who she is or even her name, but I thank her for making my day. I certainly arrived at the office with a spring in my step and an added joie de vivre.
Stay vigilant, good luck in your quest!
