Secretly [F]ingering myself on a train while watching a young [M] getting a hand job from his [F]riend.

The other day I had an errand to run in the morning and my boss had agreed I could just come to work late and make up my time after hours. It was a pain to be late home but I looked on the bright side in the knowledge the train would be quite empty rather than the usual packed squabble for a seat and in the heat of the summer that would be a God send.

Once on the train I settled down in a window seat with the notion I could rest my head against the window and catch a power nap. There were even less people on the train than I expected. Perhaps many were pulling a sickie to make the most of the hot sun. There was just myself, a group of people at the other end of the carriage who were busy chatting and a couple on the opposite side and facing me but a few rows back. They were mostly obscured by the seats but I could see a bit through the gap.

The couple were already there when I got on and presumably had already travelled some distance, as the man was fast asleep. I had noticed that the woman was deep into her book. She was pretty and obviously comfortable with her body as she only wore a short denim skirt and a bright yellow bikini top, showing lots of smooth tanned skin.
They were both fairly young, maybe university age. The man old enough to have a rugged edge with a couple of days beard growth but still have youthful looks. He was wearing cargo shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He had one foot crossed up on his other knee giving me almost a direct view up his shorts.

I casually bent down and pretended to adjust my shoe to see if I could catch a glimpse of his manhood but the shadow that fell on that side of the train made it too dark. Besides, I thought, his bits would be hidden by his pants. The whole thought however of a sneaky look at an unsuspecting cock was enough to give me a brief quiver of excitement and I felt my nipples slightly harden under my bra.

The sun was streaming through the window on my side so I withdrew my sun glasses from my hand bag, put them on and settled down with my head against the window feeling my eyes getting heavy.

A train travelling in the opposite direction made me open my eyes just to check my surroundings after such a load noise. Everything was as it was except I noticed the man had lowered his leg back down to the floor.

Through the gap between the seats I was presented with a view of a large mound in his lap. He had a quite prominent boner but it appeared from what I could see of his head he was still asleep and unaware.
I didn’t move from my position. To anyone looking at me it would appear I was asleep as my head remained against the window and my eyes were obscured by my sunglasses. I just stayed there staring at his package, enjoying the view and imagining what it looks like out from his shorts.

I could feel my nipples start to pulse with blood as they became erect and my groin started to feel warm and tingled. This experience was turning me on, yet it was just a stranger with a morning glory. I should have been disgusted but was instead getting great pleasure.

At this point his travelling companion noticed the bulge and gave his ribs an elbow. He stirred and complained to his partner for the disturbance. I couldn’t hear anything said but somehow the issue of the tent like shorts were conveyed to him and he proceeded to try and rearrange himself but to no avail the erection remained prominent.
I gave myself I little smile at the problem knowing the best way to get rid of it. I was not alone in my thoughts. The girl with him was looking around the carriage. I couldn’t see her face but I could see her head moving around. If she could see me she either would think I was asleep or could not see because of the seats.

Through the gap I saw her start to rub the cock through the shorts. The man started to undo his button. Are they really going to do this here? I wondered. Do they know I am watching? Do I want to watch? Oh yes. This was making me more and more turned on.

He proceeded to undo his zip and immediately his long cock erupted into the air with his foreskin rolled back to expose his large swollen gland. The girls hand grabbed hold and started to quickly rub up and down. This was going to be quickie in case they got caught.

She rubbed him hard as he fidgeted in his seat. The bulbous head flashing into sight on every down stroke.
I could feel my pulse in my pussy. I gently parted my legs and closed them again. The movement excited my clitoris. I was desperate to touch and stimulate it more. If they can play, surly so can I.

I had to get my hand between my legs. I shuffled in my seat pretending to get comfy in my sleep. The wanking abruptly stopped. Blast. The game was up. The show was to finish before I had even started. She didn’t move, her hand still clasp around his cock. I remained motionless with my head against the window.

Slowly her hand started to move again. Up and down. The tip was now shiny with a dribble of precum. The stroking increased in intensity again as she convinced herself I was still asleep.

I wasn’t. My eyes were firmly fixed on his dick and her hand rubbing up and down, but now my hand was where I wanted it after my not so subtle shuffle. Hidden under my bag on my lap was my hand with my index finger now finding its way between my thighs. Luckily my summer skirt was made of a thin material and fell easily between my legs allowing my finger to push against my clit. This sent shockwaves up my body. I released the pressure and squeezed my legs tight on my hand. I relaxed my grip and proceeded to gently rub my pussy, all the while staring at the sight before me.

The sensation of my touch was wonderful but I was desperate to touch myself, flesh to flesh. The material of my dress damped the sensitivity. If only I could get my hand inside my skirt.

I slowly withdrew my hand from my lap. Hidden by the bag I carefully pulled at the waist of my skirt and tucked my hand inside. Thank God for elasticated waists. I moved my hand down back between my legs. My knickers were moist and warm. I pushed the gusset to one side and felt my smooth pussy lips, all swollen and wet.

It would be too difficult to get my fingers in deep without alerting the girl who continued to check her surroundings. I slid my index finger back up towards my clit, parting my lips as it moved, collected my juices. My finger met with my clit that had exposed itself from under its fleshy home all engorged in blood. I circled my finger around it giving me an electric sensation. I was stunned by how turned on I was by secretly watching someone else.

As I started to pat gently the tip of my clit the man started to jerk in his seat. He was ready to come and there was no way for him to stop now. Then the girls face come into view as she bent down and took his shaft deep into her mouth. With his cock now out of sight while she took his load I then got a surprise.

I couldn’t see before because of the chair but she had lifted her bikini top up and must have been playing with her own tits while she was wanking him off. Now with her bent over the fine breasts dangled below her while she continued to massage and squeeze them. Her nipples were dark brown and erect. I couldn’t help myself. She could no longer see me at all for sure so I grabbed one of my tits through my top and squeezed, wishing she was doing it for me.

My breasts were already sensitive from the excitement of the show and the self fondling just made the nipples stand out further. I located my left nipple and squeezed it hard, at the same time I pinched my clitoris, both sending me into orgasm.

My clitoris was unbearable to touch making my legs twitch into spasms. I slid my hand down and buried my index and forefinger as deep as I could into my pussy gathering up the moisture.

I withdrew my hand to suckle the flavour. As I sucked on my fingers I looked across to see the man replacing his member back in his shorts. The girl was now out of view. I was so caught up in the moment I hadn’t noticed that they had finished until I had. Had they seen me? Had I made a noise? I didn’t care. It would have been worth it for the orgasm I had. I actually had a sudden thought. How horny would I have been if they had been watching me?

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