Sarah, 26 Year Old Exhibitionist Slut (Kinkiness Level 0)

This 10am train is perfect for your needs.

Pretty much nobody rides the final stop, from one small village to a tiny hamlet in the middle of nowhere.

And if they do, they will pretty much never be in the rear carriage, since the platforms are too short, and you can't even get on there. So you'd have to get on a nearly empty train, then purposefully move to the least convenient carriage.

Also, because this is such an old, and poorly used line, it has the oldest carriage models. The doors still open in that rear carriage, even when there's no platform, and there's no CCTV.

And so, you can use it for all your kinky escapades.

Firstly, on the journey to the penultimate stop, you strip. Not quite all the way - you're not insane - but now all you're wearing is an extremely thin white vest, several sizes too small, even not considering your massive J cup rack, and the tiniest, tightest pair of grey exercise shorts you can find. There's no way to wear these without them giving you a very tight and visible cameltoe.

Now, time to masturbate.

You would never let yourself climax so early, of course, but with your trusty vibrator, you can bring yourself to a frustrating edge, leaving you in the perfect state of mind for what comes next.

The doors open, onto the platform of the station before last. Anyone who's anyone is alighting here. There used to be a monastery at the final stop, but even that is no longer occupied, so literally unless you're one of like 50 people who lives there, there's very little reason to be on this train, travelling at a painfully slow pace for around 25 minutes to its final stop. (The train has to travel slowly for this final stretch, because there's a constant risk of encountering animals on the line.)

Now usually, you'd be confident that apart from the driver, you're the only one on board. Usually, what you do is as follows: You throw all your more modest clothes out of the door, onto the ground below. (They always remain there, undisturbed and undiscovered, hidden below the sudden edge of the platform, until you retrieve them later.) Then you edge yourself with the vibrator some more, until you're horribly horny, frustrated, and wet. Your cameltoe is dark and soggy with your arousal, and your sweaty body has turned your white vest almost completely see-through.

When you reach the final stop, you have **** but to make a two hour trek through the countryside, with nothing but a sheer vest, tight bottoms, and a big vibrator in one hand. (It's expensive - you can't bear to leave it behind!) When you return to your 'safety clothes', then it's just the simple task of trying to hold back the urge to masturbate to climax until you've travelled the train line back to the safety of your own home.

Anyone who sees you will immediately know you're a disgraceful nympho exhibitionist slut, and you will feel deliciously and utterly humiliated.

But this area of the country is so unpopulated, that nobody has ever encountered you.

Until today. Today is different.

Last night, you worked up the courage to tell a match on an anonymous hookup app exactly where you'd be, and when. And that if he came into the rear carriage between the final two stops, you'd let him do whatever he liked to you.

You had some clear terms: No names. No words, ideally. In fact, if either of you speak, the deal is off. This is just about sex, and enjoying a mutual experience of degeneracy before going on with your own lives. In fact, after fucking you, he is to leave the carriage and never return. He'd then come back with a few additional questions and permission requests, which just left you even more confident that he wasn't going to mistreat you.

You are so very excited for this.

Imagine if he cums in your hair, or on your top. You won't be able to clean up before your big walk.

Imagine if he cums in your pussy. It'll leak out into your exercise shorts over time. Anyone who sees you might be able to tell you're walking with spunk inside of you.

Imagine... Imagine if he damages or destroys your clothes. You'd have absolutely nothing you could do about it other than go on your hike even more exposed than normal.

In fact... That's one of the extra questions he had for you. Can he rip your clothes off you?

And what had you said, with an arousal-addled mind and two fingers from your left hand inside your pussy?

'Only if you're dissatisfied. If I don't give you the best blowjob you've ever had, rip up my shirt If the sex isn't tight enough, pull apart my shorts.'

Fuck. You really hope you're not being overconfident about your sex skills. Because those weren't even the only things you'd given him permission to do to you if he finds himself 'dissastisfied'.

You peek out, and see quite a lot of people getting off onto the platform.

Since you need to lean out quite far to get the clearance to throw your clothes down to the ground while making sure they don't accidentally end up on the train track itself (and therefore damaged by the train wheels), you decide to wait until the last moment to throw them out.

Sooner than expected, you hear the tell-tale beeping that heralds that the doors are about to close.

Fuck, someone might see me!

You hesitate, but you really don't want to ruin today's exciting encounter by failing to ditch your clothes on time.