Temptation on the Train

Peter dropped his bag on the seat beside him, and sat with a sigh. Commuting to work and back home again, this trip took hours of his life each day. He didn't have any other option though; his poor old car had given up the ghost months ago, and he wasn't earning enough at his tedious, crappy job to afford a replacement.

The hour each way gave him plenty of time to read at least. He settled into the uncomfortable seat that would cradle his back awkwardly for the near future, and set about finding a book in his bag. As he reached over to take it out, something caught his eye. Across the aisle, a stunning young woman was sitting, eyes closed, apparently snoozing through her trip. Long blonde hair draped artfully over her shoulders, framing a cute, round face. She was wearing a simple button-up blue shirt, which was threatening to burst open under the strain of her sizeable chest.

As Peter's eyes raked down her body, he realised that this shirt was all she was wearing. Her legs were clothed in tight pantyhose, but other than that, the only thing protecting her modesty were the shirttails hanging low across her thighs. Feeling like a bit of a pervert, Peter tore his gaze away from shimmering legs, only to see that her eyes were open now, and she was staring right at him. A sly smile played across her lips, and she held eye contact with him, while slowly spreading her legs. As her stocking-clad thighs spread, Peter could see that her crotch was totally bare. The material of her pantyhose stretched tight across an eager-looking pink slit. The woman gave a wink, but then abruptly jolted and shut her legs.

Peter turned his head to see another passenger coming towards them down the aisle of the train. He passed between their seats, and continued on, finding a secluded spot down the other end. When the other commuter had passed, the mysterious lady slowly opened her thighs again, revealing her most intimate parts to him again.