This happened back in the mid-sixties when mini skirts were all the rage. I was on a train, the carriage was one of those old fashioned types without a corridor. Each compartment had outside doors and there were bench seats facing each other. I was on my own, reading a magazine, when the train stopped at a station and a pretty young lady in a mini skirt got on and sat down directly opposite me. As she sat down I caught a glimpse of the triangle of white cotton panties between her legs. In seconds my cock stiffened. Fortunately I had my raincoat draped over my lap. So, glancing at her crotch, I slipped my hand under the coat and unzipped. I released my throbbing tool from the confines of my Y-fronts, pulled back my foreskin and started massaging my bell end. "What are you doing"? She said. "Reading my magazine" I replied. "No you are not, you are playing with yourself, you naughty boy" she whispered, and at that she let her knees drift apart slightly, giving me an even nicer view."Show me" she said.
Her knees were now wide apart and I could see the outline of her pussy lips through her knickers and the tufts of short and curlies pushing out from under the elastic. I said nothing, continued to rub until I felt myself close to climaxing. Then I lifted off my coat and almost immediately shot my load over the pages of my magazine. "Bravo" she said. I cleaned up and we rode the rest of the way in silence. As you can see, 50 years on, the old codger is still in working order, though it no longer spurts like a fountain, more like a dripping tap!
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