A Train Journey (1/2)

I was going back home from a work trip. I was about half an hour early at the station. The train was scheduled to depart at 10 am. It was a six hour train ride. I planned to spend the journey reading a novel. About ten minutes to departure a beautiful girl came to wait for the same train. She looked 22 years old. She was slim and about 5'5". She was wearing black colour leggings and loose but short t-shirt. It went till just below her belly button. The leggings outlined her fine legs very well. Her thighs were not too chubby neither too thin. Just perfect. She was carrying a small backpack slung behind her and a hardcover novel.

The train arrived. It was compartment style sitting arrangement. Each compartment had two continuous seats facing each other. Three people could sit on each seat. I waited for her to board the train and proceeded to to the same compartment she took. Two other men and a lady also took the compartment. We took our places. The girl and I sat on one seat. The men and the lady took the opposite seat.

The train departed. I went on to read my novel. So did the girl. She was sitting crossed legged. Not one over the other, but like in Yoga. What a pity, I thought. It did not look like she would syntribate. After all, only a few women do that. About half an hour later a glanced at the lady sitting in front of me. In her late thirties she was decent looking too. She was sitting farthest to the window, yet she was looking outside and was fiddling with her phone. Her legs were crossed, right over left. Her calves looked amazing in the blue jeans she was wearing. She was not syntribating yet either. But I knew she would.

And I was right. About an hour later into the ride, she took out a water bottle from her purse, drank some of it. She then pushed herself a bit forward in her seat. This made the crotch of her jeans ride up press tightly against her. The game was on.

She knew she had a lot of time to kill, so it was not going to be very obvious in the beginning. She was going to take it slow. She sat there with her jeans pressing against her clit and her thighs clenched tight. She hadn't begun the squeezing yet. She worked on her phone and I went back to my novel. I would occasionally glance at her to check if she had picked up her pace. Nothing much had changed in another hour.

The next time I looked at her, she had stopped playing with her phone. She was looking towards the window. But she was not looking outside. She looking at the girl. Not at her face, but lower. I followed her gaze. Oh my! Oh my! The girl was still reading her novel and sitting Yoga style. But it was no longer innocent. She had moved the heel of her foot into her crotch. The ball of her heel was pressed firmly against her middle. She had placed her novel so as to try to cover it the best she could. But the lady had spotted her. And now I. She swayed with the gentle rocking of the train and doing so she was happily grinding away on her heel. Yet her face revealed nothing. She was a pro.

The lady had, by now, uncrossed her legs. She was sitting with both legs sightly apart. She had carefully positioned her bottle between her legs. It was not resting on the seat. The edge of the bottle was placed perfectly on her mound. She was clever. This could only be seen from where I was sitting. No one else could see where the bottle was actually resting. She too, like the girl was using the trains motion to cover up what was happening. She was moving the bottle in ever so slight circular motion.

I had lost all interest in my novel. I continued to pretend to read. But I was closely watching the two women in my compartment discreetly pleasuring themselves. By now, I myself had become highly aroused. My erection was pushing hard against the soft fabric of my pants. I had to use my novel for cover. I kept observing both the women keenly but secretly. And they kept on going on about their business.

A couple of hours of the journey remained. Will any of the two take it up to completion?