Sia Parlor

On the train.

Sia Paylor had finally finished her long week of exams and tests at school. The tests had been easy enough, but some of the questions always seemed so nonsensical to her. What does it matter what brand of tea they drank in one of the books from the long required reading list. She seemed to see through the teachers: “it’s just one of those dumb trick questions which want to make sure all of us are paying attention.” she thought. Her grades were always on the better side of the bell curve, but sometimes she couldn’t answer the “simple” questions the teachers had come up with during their attempts to “help” the students out.

She was thinking that there were more important things she could be doing while sitting in a stuffy classroom, listening to an old teacher explain how vacuums work, only to hear one of her classmates say, in a very proud fashion, that vacuums just suck up all the air around them. She would often daydream after rolling her eyes and think of anything else what was on her mind around that time. Among others, what she should have for dinner, if she should visit her friend Emma on the weekend, or if she should buy the odd shaped toy which is on sale in her favorite e-shop or not. This has gotten very easy since she reached her legal age of eighteen almost over six months ago. However, she wasn’t sure what exactly those more important things were, which she would be doing instead of sitting here, but she knew that during P.E. class she never had to think about it. Her body had something to do, she could push her limits. It made her feel good as the other girls looked in awe as she ran past them, jumped higher, or did the most reps in class on some exercise. Some looks were those of jealousy too, but she liked those just as much as the admiring ones.

So here she was on a Friday afternoon, finally out of school, on a train to the next city. She was still wearing her school uniform which consisted of a short skirt, a white shirt and a blazer which was stuffed into her backpack and instead had her jacket on, which was left open. It revealed some small outlines on her shirt, and she was standing a bit closer to the edge of the passenger car. Her face was a bit flushed and her neck length, light brown hair had a slight cowlick on its back. She did not sleep much yesterday, because she had tried to do some last-minute studying. Her legs were slightly at shoulder width apart, it made her look very boyish from afar, but there had been a good reason for her standing the way she was. That day she felt like wearing her good-luck panties, which were red and laced, she went with the matching bra for it too, although she wasn’t aware if those had the same powers or not. The train, even though it was Friday, was almost empty. Here and there a few guys sat in business suits, a few children in groups and some woman in business attire which seemed loosened, much like her hair. She was asleep, her face was a nice round shape, her features were easy to tell through the suit. Her skirt was quite long, and she seemed like the person everyone ignores at her company. Or rather someone who seems so average and tries to remain as unnoticed as possible. A grey mouse, if you will.

Sia, even though there were empty seats, was holding on to a rail and sometimes quickly looked up and around the carriage. Her ears had a slight tint of red in them and if one had gone closer, one could have heard a quiet vibrating noise. She bit her lips. There was a small egg-shaped vibrator over her clitoris, taped there with a band-aid which stuck to her mons pubis very well, because she had barely any, or no pubic hair at all. Her knees started shaking gently as the vibrator kept working in her panties. She was close to cumming and kept looking over at the grey mouse. The remote control for the egg vibrator was an app on Sia’s phone, which she pulled out now and put from “medium” to “high” after which she snapped a photo of the sleeping grey mouse too. Slowly, she started pressing her thighs together and moving her hips so as not to attract too much attention. Her ears were a burning red color now and her face had shared much of the same color. She let out a small moan as she finally climaxed and she would’ve shook violently and had drawn attention if she hadn’t held on to the rail and if it hadn’t been covered by the train going over a few uneven rails and obstacles, which made the whole carriage bump and shake.

She felt satisfied for now. She needed some relief after the long week of stress, duties and studying. She had not masturbated since last Sunday and she felt like she wanted to go all out today, because she simply wouldn’t allow the school to take this pleasure from her just because of some “future” she was promised after she finished school.

After the rattling of the train, the grey mouse woke up and Sia sat down facing her. She looked at the flushed girl and smiled, but also had an inkling of worry on her face which she voiced soon after: “Are you all right, little miss? You seem like you have a fever.”

Sia giggled nervously, but she regained her serious face soon after: “Thank you for worrying, but it’s nothing, I’m just a little hot, is all…” and she laughed it off and regained her cool composure. The woman seemed relieved, but so was Sia.