The train

The stress of the office seemed to be whisked away by the breeze blowing through the station.
The clock in the corner read 2230.
I wish I had worn something warmer as the cold wind makes my nipples pole through the thin shirt. I had large perky tits which bounced around without my bra. Under my skirt I wore a thin thong which covered my glistening pussy lips.

As the train approached I was left with a choice. The door to the right led to a carriage with only an old sleeping in the corner.
The door to the left was packed with guys leaving a football game.