Red Skirt One

I have a favourite skirt. It is tight and short and incredibly red. As soon as I put it on I feel it is like dressing for myself. It makes me feel sexy and alive. One time on a train from Dusseldorf to Amsterdam I was sitting alone in a compartment. It was a warm day and the sun was warm shining through the window onto my face. I pulled back my long red hair tight to tie it up. My fingers gently touched my ear. It felt ticklish and I found myself feeling immediately aroused. My mind flitted to scenes of men on this train who were sitting aroused like me. I imagined them playing with their erections through their clothing, trying not to be noticed. This made me incredibly aroused. I decided to masturbate. I kicked off my shoes to relax and pushed onto my hips and thighs. I imagined myself leading a man blindfolded into the compartment and asking him to listen to me stroke myself. I put my fingers at his face to let him smell me and then pushed them into his mouth. I asked him to take out his cock and to play with it.

The door opens suddenly and a man and a woman come into the compartment noisily. Both are handsome featured. My fingers smell strongly of me and I wonder if they notice. I imagine they do.

'Is it OK to sit here?'