I was on the commuter train on my way home from work on a sunny, cool, late winter day. I decided to sit on the top level of the car as it gave me a nice vantage point to view the scenery on the way home. I made my way down the mostly empty car and sat across from a very sexy looking woman of oriental descent. I thought that my husband would enjoy sitting here as he has a thing for oriental women.
About three-quarters of the way home the train went over a long stretch of rail and vibrations began to surge through the rail car. I must have been hornier than I thought because the vibrations began to excite me. They felt so nice. I began to really concentrate on the feeling and in no time at all I could feel myself getting wet.
The woman across from me must have noticed my facial expressions because as I glanced at her she gave me a knowing smile. I returned the smile and she turned her attention back out the window to the passing scenery. I took advantage of this to look her over. Shoulder length jet black hair, expressive brown eyes, gorgeous suit jacket and matching mid-thigh length skirt, silky pantyhose and black high-heeled shoes. My husband would approve.
As the vibrations continued I found myself wondering if this woman's pussy was shaved as I was, or maybe trimmed neatly, or perhaps naturally hairy. I began to fantasize about this woman. What would it be like to touch her, have her touch me? How soft would her lips be to kiss? How would her lips and tongue feel on my nipples? What would it be like to suck on her nipples? What would her pussy taste like? How would her tongue feel in mine?
I glanced up from her beautiful, shapely legs to her face and was embarrassed to find her looking at me. I felt my face redden but I didn't break eye contact with her. She smiled warmly at me and without a word uncrossed her legs and positioned them so that I could get a better look up her skirt. I glanced around and noticed that we were the only two left on the upper level of the rail car. I leaned down for a better view and found that she wasn't wearing any panties. Even in the darkness up her skirt I could see there was a wet spot on her pantyhose.
I was so turned on by that woman and the effects of the vibrations. I reached out to run my hands over her pantyhose covered leg. I ran my hand slowly up her calf, across her thigh and right up to her pussy. I've never touched a woman before and I was excited and afraid at the same time. I began to rub her in circles feeling her pantyhose get even more wet with each pass over her clit. As I was leaning forward to kiss her sweet mouth, the train arrived at my stop.
Without a word passing between us, I got up and departed the train. I was so horny and could feel the juice running down my thigh. I ached and needed some relief. I hurried into the women's room at the train station and locked myself in the stall. I unzipped my trousers, pulled down my soaked panties, and fingered myself hard and fast. Within seconds I was reaching orgasm, my fingers working their magic on my clit.
When I was finished climaxing, I redressed and made my way out to my car. I was definitely going to need my husband buried deep inside me tonight.