"Hang on," I said, "Are you looking for something?"

"Um..." she leaned against the doorway surprisingly nonchalantly, "I was looking for something for... a friend. I was just going to grab it but I had to look around more than I thought. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt; I know we all have to take the alone time we can get." It struck me as an odd thing to say. Was she trying to make the situation less strange by subtly admitting that she too found secluded spots on the train to masturbate?

"Ok, that's pretty vague. Not sure I can point you in the right direction. Nice to meet you, Karina," I said, trying to sound at ease and friendly.

She took a quick glance at my cock and quickly looked away when she saw I was looking at her. She seemed flustered. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'she's definitely interested.' With that stolen glance it became clear that whatever this woman was doing searching for a mystery object in a deserted men's shower, she was willing to delay it for a look a my cock. All of a sudden I realized that, crazy as it seemed, if I played my cards right, there a was a real chance of getting to know Karina in an intimate, biblical sense tonight.