Some people were meant to live city. I am one of them. When my partner Amy and I learned that she was moving to the Washington, DC area for work, I was glad to be going and we found a perfect townhome near a metro stop.
The only disadvantage, I thought, was that it was right beside the metro tracks near the station. Fortunately the insulation was really well done and it usually wasn’t too noisy when the trains passed by.
One day while Amy was away, I sat on our upper patio, which was on the fourth floor and overlooked the tracks on one side. The patio had a solid wall over 3 feet high all the way around, so no one below could really see what I was wearing from below and I usually wear as little as possible.
That day, I was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of panties and nothing else. As I sat in the warm sun, I noticed that the southbound trains were all pausing below me. I started searching each train below for interesting faces while I lightly massaged my pussy through my panties.
Then I saw her. In a car directly below me when one of the trains stopped, a young woman looked up and saw me. We made eye contact and she smiled. I waved and smiled back at her. Then she waved as the train started to move again.
I watched the train disappear with her in it, but kept that image of her beautiful smile and her long, straight light brown hair in my mind as I pushed my panties aside and inserted a finger into my eager, wet pussy. It didn’t take long to reach total bliss, sitting there in the sun with my thoughts.
That was the first time, but believe me. I spent many more days on that patio, working on my tan and watching for interesting faces. I never saw her again, but I did keep watching.
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