Go forwards

You decide to head forwards on the train. In the first car you move into, there are just two men, passed out, and apparently drunker than you. For whatever reason, they don't tickle your fancy, even a little bit, so you move on through to the next car.

Upon walking into the next car, you are glad you did. It has a lone occupant, a prim looking woman wearing glasses. The woman looks very conservative, and very stuffy, though she appears to only be in her early thirties. She is wearing a plain white blouse, which is loose enough to not really show any of her body. She is wearing a gray wool skirt, which comes down to her knees. She is wearing glasses, although they are good looking frames which do a good job of softening what would otherwise be a long face. Her hair is tightly pulled back, and secured in a bun at the back of her head. She is currently very engaged in reading a book in her lap, and you can see several more books stuffed in her bag, at her feet.

She is sitting on a bench next to one of the doors, so you take a seat on the bench on the other side of that door, on the same side of the train. The gates to the side of the door block your view of her lap, so you're guess they block her view of yours. You start to carefully rub yourself again, not letting any of your upper body show movement. She does not seem to notice, so you grow bolder yet.

You pull your cock out, and still careful to only allow your hand and swaying phallus to move, you begin to stroke yourself directly, without pants in between. You catch the woman glancing over at you out of the corner of your eye, but you are careful to remain bored looking, staring straight forward, as if you don't notice her paying looking at you. You continue to touch yourself, even if carefully. Eventually, she looks back down to her book.

You keep pulling on yourself, and your cock grows to be rock hard. It's so hard, in fact, that you wonder if it is visible above the top of the gate to your side. Your cock is certainly stretched out to its full length. You keep stroking, not really caring if it is. Soon enough you get your answer; the stern woman looks over again, and makes a sharp inhalation. You see her crane her neck a little, and know that you're busted. The woman quickly stands up, and walks past you without looking at you, back a car.