Oh yes

After a read, a reread, and a re-reread to make sure the jostling of the train hadn’t fucked up his typing, he clicked confirm.

The air around him hitched. Stale but cool became tight. Like he was in someone's lungs and they were holding their breath.

Then he exhaled, leading the world back to its normalcy. Well... the new normalcy.

The half empty train car hadn't filled, but the seating arrangements had shifted. A sweating man in an ill-fitting suit was tapping away at a computer while a mess of brown hair busied itself on his crotch. A far younger man with styled curls had his legs kicked onto the opposite seat, putting his knobbly knees against the ears of an equally curly woman.

Josh stared so long at them that the younger man, who had been idly gazing out the window, gave him a polite nod and half smile. The one someone might give a homeless person they had no interest in speaking to.

Despite the powderkeg of additions he'd made, this was all Josh could see at first glance. That was until he heard a squelch, inches away.

He snapped to attention, drinking in the form before him that had no doubt been revving his engine before he'd drowned the world out on his phone.

A tall, leggy woman with a body one could best describe as robust. Her business suit and skirt combo were far less conservative than one might expect, cut to accentuate her figure like a balloon holding back water. She wasn’t showing any skin (even her long sleeves came right up to her wrist) but he was shocked she hadn’t burst it.

Her face was a statement. Pouty red lips, painted by a delicate hand. In between her mascara, her lashes, and her widened pupils, he could believe her eyes were simply pitch black. Her hair was just as dark, styled into elegant curls that bobbed on the shoulders of her navy top with every breath she took.

And she was taking a lot of them.

John shifted his gaze, watching in awe as thick globs rolled down the sheer material of her leggings. Beneath her was a dark puddle, so big she was in danger of slipping, and being added to by the minute.

He took a deep breath of his own and got a whiff of a mix between a bakery and an orchard. His own crotch strained his jeans. Bursting and asking and demanding for release. She wasn't looking at him.

He reached out a hand.

"Miss?" He said, grazing her hip as gently as he could.

She twitched, turning to face him. Her eyes widened, revealing that she did, in fact, have whites.

"Uh, yes? What can I- sorry, I was- is everything ok?" She glanced down and cringed, "I'm sorry, did I get some on your shoes? I can move back if you like?"

"No, no, you’re alright," he said, waving her off like he wasn’t the perv here, "I was just wondering if you wanted to suck my dick?"

There was a moment of silence. Much longer than Josh would've liked following a question he'd never asked before. Her eyes, if it were possible, widened further. She turned away from him, and from the two cocksuckers over yonder, and did a sign of the cross on her chest.

"Today? Today of all days?" She muttered, just barely loud enough for Josh to catch, before turning back to face him. She had the expression of someone trying to shoot themselves in the foot, "I truly, really, deeply wish I could... but I'm, well..."

She held up her hand, showing a simple wedding ring. Josh nodded.

"He makes you happy?"

"Yyyyyyessss..." she said, eyeing his crotch, before shaking her head, "yes. Yes I'm sorry he does. Thank you for the offer though, you're a beautiful human."

"Hah, well, you looked like you were about to cum right then and there."

"Oh I tell you, if I could, I would," she said, a smile finally peeking its way onto her features, "it's the one day I forget my mask. And my husband's off in Colombia. If I can just hold on until lunch i can- Oh, sorry, that’s tmi, I'll let you get back to, uh..."

"Hey, hey, it's ok, I don’t mind. Anything to take your mind off it right?"

She had been about to walk away, perhaps down to the emptiest part of the cabin, but stopped. She looked him up and down. He was reminded that this was the longest conversation he'd ever had with a woman this pretty, and felt a blush spread along his cheeks.

"I mean, if you’re offering..."

She plopped down onto the seat in front of him. An almighty squelch filled the car, and she shivered, her heavy eyelid twitching. Then she looked back at you, recomposed herself, and offered a broad smile.