I have this little habit of taking some snacks, a bottle of water, and a good book, and riding the train for a little while. I'm not sure what it is about reading by the window as the land passes by, but it's comforting. So there I am, and this blonde girl in her mid twenties and a sundress asks if the seat is taken. I tell her it isn't, and pat the seat beside me. She sits down, and leans against my side. I suddenly realize how long it's been since I last cuddled with someone. That little gesture warmed my heart, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

But then she reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and I realized the seat she meant was my lap, and that she was just being shy about it. And while it was fun when she pulled her panties to the side and impaled herself on my cock, I couldn't help but feel a little sad that we weren't just cuddling. After she got off a few stops later with my cum dripping down her thighs, I got up and approached a brunette business woman in her late thirties and a grey skirt suit. I asked her, "Hey, could I cuddle with you for a while?" She gave me a confused look, but replied with, "Uh, sure?"

So I sat down next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist. She leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. It was a little awkward at first, but then we sort of relaxed into it. She even took a little nap, which was cute. Sadly, my station came up and I had to cut the cuddle session short. As I got up, she blushed and said, "Thanks, I needed that." I smiled and said, "You're welcome, it was good for me too."

It was only after I got off the train that I had a giggle at how that sounded like pillow talk.