Leaving work late again, I decided to still catch the train. Normally, it was an Uber at this late hour. At least there were very few people around, long after rush hour. After swiping in, I walked all the way down the platform to wait near the end, as usual. Thankfully, the train was only a few minutes away, so I stood alone on the platform.

Entering the train, I had a rare decision of empty seats so I could pick where to sit. There was almost no one in the carriage. I decided on a seat near the doors, away from anyone else. A few stops later, a young male entered hastily, he almost didn'tmake it as the doors started closing. Quickly plodding down in the nearest seat, the one beside me. A whole train, and he had to sit near me... He was attractive and younger than me, maybe in his late twenties, and was wearing a business suit. I guess I wasn't the only one late out of work. I smiled and continued to look outside.

The train started again. Before long, there was one of those jolts, pushing him forward, almost off his seat. The only thing to grab on to was my leg. Strangely, he didn’t seem too embarrassed, and he didn’t move his hand off either. I looked from his hand to his face, to find him smiling. As I looked at his face, I could feel his hand sliding up my leg. He said, 'You have beautiful hair.' Puzzled, I just kept staring at him but could feel his hand moving further up my thigh. He moved in his seat, so he was closer to me. I then felt his other hand lifting the hem of my skirt, reaching under.

He moved his hand slowly towards my lace underwear while we both stared into each other's eyes. He had dark brown eyes that I could see myself diving into and becoming lost. I felt his fingers reached the edge of the lace and run along it. Without conscious thought, I slowly opened my legs wider, inviting him in to explore. I could feel wetness in my panties, and longing for him to explore further.

The next station arrived, and he still had his hands on me. A man entered the train and walked down the aisle, right past us, seemingly oblivious. I suddenly became conscious of the other passengers scattered throughout the carriage again and remembered the cameras. The young mans’ hand stayed under my skirt, tracing the lacy edge of my panties. I wondered how much the new arrival could have seen, thinking that he must know what was happening.

As we set off again, I felt his fingers lift the lace and gently push forward slightly, tracing the edge of my pussy lips. Involuntarily, my hips started sliding toward him, providing more access. I felt myself flush as he teased my pussy, his fingers darting around, exploring, exciting me more and more.

He was now looking over my shoulder and not at me, I wondered if he was thinking about being seen, like I was. But it didn’t stop him, my breath quickening, I didn’t stop either. He slid a finger into my pussy, just enough to run it up and down and touch the top of my clit when he reached it. Drifting away in the pleasure, not realising the train had stop and start again. He then put two fingers in, probing deeper. I looked past him, at the other man to see if he was watching; he was staring out the window.

The young man quickened the movement of his fingers in and out of my, now very wet, pussy. Brushing my clit every now and then, frustratingly delicious. We stopped again, the doors didn't open. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. Started rubbing up and down, edging near his crotch but not quite touching. My arms not quite as long as his.

He continued playing with my pussy. He edged his hips forward and I wasn't sure if that was for his reach or mine. I continued rubbing his pants, now feeling his growing cock within his pants, so I gripped it firm. He groaned slightly, clearly enjoying me rubbing his cock. I continued to stretch my hand as far as I could along his leg. I could feel he was enjoying making me wet. Making me want more. It was a game, an adventure, playing in public, the thrill of almost getting caught.

At the next stop, the man behind him got up and walked past us again to get off. His fingers never missed a beat, now quickening, making my breathing even heavier as I felt my climax approaching. I grabbed his thigh tightly. I was very close to coming. I realised there were only two more stops until my stop. I wondered where he had to get off, then wondered if I would get off at my stop or need to ride this out.

My face was flushed, breathing fast, and I could feel the climax. Suddenly he stopped, removing his hands, putting his fingers in his mouth and licking them. I was so close, right on the edge and wanting more. I noticed my fingernails digging into his thigh, and I lifted my hand.

'This is your stop.... ' he started. How did he know? This felt awkward for a moment as my mind raced through reasons how he could know. He stood up. 'This is my stop too’. I looked puzzled at him. But rose and adjusted my skirt ready to leave. As we both walked out he continued, 'I live in the units across from you, I've seen you dancing naked through the windows.'

I had never noticed him, surprised and trying to remember if i had ever seen him, we walked silently out of the station and down the street. As we got to the units, I turned and smiled. "Well, my name is Kymberlee and you know where I live. You don't have to keep looking through the window." I winked, "Come and knock." I walked into my unit and left the window open as I undressed. A few minutes later, the door buzzer sounded.