This is a short one. xposting this from a comment in an r/askredditafterdark thread.
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I would’ve been 23 here, newly single, and just coming to terms with being bi.
I was taking the train into the city on a breezy Saturday afternoon, and this *gorgeous* girl sat down opposite me. Her dress was tight, and incredibly short; her breasts threatened to fall out of the sweetheart neckline with every breath. After a little while of “subtly” checking her out via her reflection in the window, she swapped the way her legs were crossed and I got the feeling that she wasn’t wearing underwear. I was dripping wet, immediately.
We got off at the same stop, and she ended up a few steps ahead of me on the escalator. I could see right up her dress – no panties.
She went off in another direction. Never saw her again.
I found the nearest bathroom, locked myself into a stall, and fingered myself.
I sat on the toilet lid, lifted my skirt, and braced my legs against the walls of the stall. I was so wet, I’m sure the whole room could hear the sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of my pussy while I rubbed my clit. My moans were barely stifled. I came while thinking of how I would have her perfect ass sitting on my face, imagining my tongue circling her clit.
I stayed in the stall for a few minutes to avoid any weird looks as I left, cleaning my hands with makeup wipes. After I left, in the mirror, I could see that I was visibly flustered and flushed – I looked like I had just fully had sex in there.
I still think about that girl sometimes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qk6m1w/fingering_myself_in_the_train_station_bathroom
Super hot!
Wow, remembering that stranger so vividly even after so long. She must have made a deep impression with you!
Hot story, but I am judging, I am judging so hard right now.
I have a solo story along the same theme. Gorgeous female beautiful sundress and me male. I didn’t know if my solo story would belong here. I just had to take care of myself after seeing her! I still do sometimes!
Well that is a missed connection story