Those Who Have Eyes To See

A packed train in Australia. Me, jammed up against the door and a wall staring at a girl I could,easily have fingered there and then. She kept smiling, looking down at her tits, smoothing her top down, licking her lips, and generally giving me the clear, unmistakable signs of interest. Me? I of course was responding in kind.  I think we'd both got to the stage of being very wet already....I certainly was. The next station came, the doors opened, nearly spitting me out onto the platform, and then closed again and we moved off. This happened a couple of more times before, at the next stop a guy got on and somehow managed to sandwich his way, sideways on, to my girl.  The train was, by now unbelievably hot and we were packed in like sardines. I resented his intrusion because his presence was getting in the way of anything that might have happened. That's when I saw it. His hand reaching forward and brushing lightly, but intentionally against her left thigh. A few more brushed and then he left it there touching her......and she didn't move it away. Her eyes never left mine though. Not even when his hand started to bunch up her skirt and track up her bare skin. Hell, I could,even see a glimpse of the pale yellow,panties she was wearing.  I got more of a glimpse as his hand worked down the waistband and between her legs. Her pupils had dilated now, and her nostrils were flaring ever so slightly as her breathing increased. I saw his knuckles working inside her crotch when, I suddenly saw his middle finger tent the material before sinking down to almost flatness as, I'm sure, he pushed it deep inside her.  Her mouth opened and she bit her lower lip. I could see her grinding against him and the bulge in his trousers. Then, she turned with her back to him and he sagged against the train doors. I could see the wetness on his finger and I so wished I could lick it clean for him. Then, he lifted her kirt and there was some fumbling before both his hands found her hips. I had no doubt whatsoever that he was fucking her from behind....just as I would have done that day on the train with that young student,  They were clearly having a great time. Funny, sometimes you just know things. I just knew he was inside her. I just knew he was not going to pull out until he came in her. And I just knew I hand to do something myself. So....I made sure he could see me as I slipped my hand up my skirt, down my tights and into my knickers. I made sure he felt me bumping against him in time it's his thrusts into her, and when I felt confident enough, I took his left hand and guided it to where I needed it. This way, I had his fingers, but also her juices inside me. Honestly, I think he was way too near to bother much about me, because he didn't finger me like he meant it. Still, it was nice enough. Three of us having sex on a packed train. Then he pressed hard against her and I knew he was coming. Afterwards, he pulled out and I got a quick glance at a rapidly softening, glistening cock. He left st the next station, but my girl, flushed and glowing stayed where she was, right next to me, Well, I had to, didn't I? I reached up her leg and she didn't try to stop me. She was ever bit as slick and wet as I thought she would be after having received a cunt full, and I was delighted too when her hand tracked up my legs too. I love being masturbated over clothes sometimes, and I was way to near to care anyway. As my fingers slipped around inside he, her made me come very hard into my underwear. I was also,pleasantly surprised to feel her cum on my fingers. Obviously lover boy hadn't finished her off. My stop next, and with a very wet right hand, I left the train. My time in Oz is up soon. I'll miss this wonderful place. It's every bit as beautiful as the guide books show...more so, in fact. I could live here without any difficulty.  But I also miss home. England, with its rainy skies, bumpy final approaches, and my family. It's time for me to go home.