Oh?.I Just Had To!

When I’m on a train, especially a packed one, I go into a sort of half-trance. Not quite sleep, definitely not quite awake. And so I remained for an hour until something bitch-slapped me wide awake. No physical contact, but some part of Miss Brain that was keeping track of where I was simply threw all the switches and made me look up! 

And I saw her. 

Sitting diagonally opposite me across the aisle, knees spread, panties on show, and her face! Oh my God, her face. Innocent, yet huge round blue eyes to drown in. Her body, petite, like mine, and just as small-breasted. She could easily pass for 15 or 25, but it was that blue ‘V’ that captivated me. 

My eyes began to sting…hell…I hadn’t even blinked! You know, I’m sure I’ve been fitted with robotic eyes, complete with a zoom feature. I saw one, maybe two wisps of pubic hair, but something told me if I pulled her panties down, what I would be looking at was re-growth…that stage after a girl has stopped shaving, when her pubic hair looks like it did at 12 or 13. 

And yes, there was not so much a moist spot, more a line that widened in the middle slightly. Wet, then? 

Miss Brain wandered off into a comparison website. “But you have days like this, don’t you, Anna? Days when you are wetter than normal….days when, in fact, you are so wet, you’re ready for sex before you’ve even dressed. Look at her.  You get like this. Hmmm…maybe…maybe it’s not her. Maybe it’s semen from an early morning fuck….but then…no…I think not. She still lives at home with mum and dad….no boyfriend, I would think, so this is an aftermath of an early-morning wank….” And so Miss Brain rambled on, leading me through every aspect of this girl’s sex life, and then making my hyper focussed eyes take in every little detail of her slightly spread thighs. 

AND….THEN…SHE….LOOKED….UP….AT…ME! Girls have a built in ‘look detector.’ We know when someone’s scoping us out. She looked up and directly into my eyes, and she smiled. 

I’ve been wet before. I’ve got wet before, and got wet rapidly, but this…..well, this was like someone simply turned on a tap in my vagina, or maybe simply emptied out a bow would be a better analogy. It simply flooded into my panties like a tidal wave. I stood up, somewhat unsteadily, truth be told, and walked to the restroom. Barely was the door closed behind me than my ruined panties were round my ankles and I was masturbating furiously. I haven’t gone at myself like this since I was at school. All that mattered was getting myself off…right here…right now. 

And afterwards….I actually felt guilty! That red-faced, teenager guilt I had back in school when I’d sneak off for a quick wank in the restroom. Oh dear! I checked my face in the mirror…bright red as expected, and blotchy neck too! I decided to leave my ruined panties behind. Why not? 

I went back to my seat and hardly dared look at her, but I did. She smiled, I smiled, then she got up and went to the same restroom. Oh fucketty fuck fuck arseholing bollocks. I didn’t think for a second she’d effectively follow me in there! At least the air con would have whisked the scent of my sex away. 

But if she uses the bin, she’ll find my wet panties staring up at her. 

I didn’t see her again. Either she got off the train, or she went to another part of it. My heart was still racing, and even as I write this, I don’t know why this girl had such a profound impact on me. Maybe it was the complete package of her, or maybe the way she sat there, like a gawky teenager , but somehow not  like a gawky teenager. 

This, without doubt, was a weird reaction for me. And I’ll have to unpack it more.