Then...Why Not Now?

Well, now is different. I'm not a shy little 14 year old any more, and take a look at the news....girls get raped if they take too many risks these days. Even so....the thrill is in the forbidden, right?  So, I happened to be on a train journey, feeling horny anyway, and although I hadn't deliberately dressed for what I did, I had a skirt and bare legs. If I'd thought about it before I left home, I might well have worn some more interesting panties than the plain Jane's I was wearing. I had just normal cotton panties....the sort I wore most of my life at school.  So there I sat feeling horny, but because I couldn't do anything about it, I was grumpy as fuck too. (And maybe a bit prememstrual. Like many girls, for some reason I'm really randy when I'm on, but in this case, I still had a week to go)  I saw a guy glancing at me now and then. Every girl knows what this is like. As soon as we get boobs, guys check us out, it just goes with being female. He was sitting diagonally opposite me and neither of us had anyone else anywhere near us. It happened almost without me meaning it to. I just shifted in my seat and let my knees part. I knew damn well he could see right up to my crotch. I pretended to fish around in my bag. Most girls bags are like caves, and we keep an amazing amount of stuff in there. Anything from tampons to loose change, so I rummaged around, while he got a good eyeful.  Oh, but it got me hot! When I felt I couldn't really keep it going any longer for decency's sake, I sat back straight and primly crossed my legs....which put delicious pressure on my already swollen clit!  I neither knew nor cared anything about this guy, although I did notice a wedding ring. So, married then. He must have been in his 40s I guess, and as I sat there gently squeezing my things together...something I learned to do in school....I let myself think about what he might do later at home. Would he fuck his wife? Would he get her to dress like me? Would he think of me as he came inside her? All this brought me nicely to the point of no return, and I came into my underwear. 

I covered it with a couple of coughs and a pretend sneeze.  That felt so great! Fuck...I can't describe how good it was. It reminded me of giving myself a buzz in school. Although I never quite managed to cum in class, I got very, very close. Certainly close enough to make a mess in my underwear and need to finish the job as soon as I got home.  Ive read stories here about girls who got touched up on packed trains, and a couple who actually either got fucked or let guys cum between their legs. I'm no way that brave, but it's a horny thought.  I got off the train, feeling the stickiness between my legs, and immediately thought if the guy on the train, maybe he couldn't wait until he got home that night. Maybe he had to go and finish himself off imagining me.  That made me have to visit the toilets and rub another one out. Oddly, although my train man was the starting point, what got me off was looking at the mess in the crotch of my underwear. I had creamed a lot and had obviously been leaking since I left home. A cum on the train had resulted in quite a lot more. It almost looked like I'd been fucked and it was sperm. That's what made me cum. 

Unusually, I didn't have a spare pair of panties in my bag...I usually do...so I had to spend the rest of the day feeling very, very wet.