Pleasure On The Train

In my early 20s I took a job which involved a weekly commute.   The journey home was mid Friday afternoon, was slow and took more than an hour.   I found a window seat at a table in a near empty carriage.   With my bag and newspaper carefully placed I would rub my crotch through my trousers.   My customary sports brief slips fought my erection and prevented any escape.   Wearing these pants, the only way to release the cock was to release the trousers and pull down the front, at least, of the undies.   Not to be done on a train!

By the time I got home my undies would have a very wet patch from leaking pre-come .  It was a pleasant way to spend an hour for a randy young man edging his juice into his briefs.  I decided to up the game, opened the right side pocket in loose slacks so I could secretly slid my hand inside and rub the old man much better.   Fine.  I then bought some square cut fitted trunks with a vertical buttoned fly, a size too large.   With a carriage side seat with a table I got a good hold on the cock and slowly rubbed him inside the trousers.   Gently does it, stop when getting close, keep the load for later.  Except that I could easily end up with spunky undies.    I cut a few squares from towelling to wrap Mr. Cock and soak up the juice if I let fly.   I was enjoying this too much!

Same time, same train, same very few people in the carriage each Friday.   The same slightly older girl sat on the other side of the wagon one space away from me.   She always seemed engrossed in a book and had a large bag with her.   We got as far as the odd smile and casual greeting  seeing each other every week.  I would position my bag, put up my newspaper and gently stroke away in my slacks with Mr C wrapped against surprise eruption.   Which, this time arrived very suddenly.    A handful of wet towelling and that glorious post orgasm sensation.   I sat there, eyes closed, enjoying the moment.    The train was slowing for the stop before mine, the girl was getting her stuff together and moving toward the door.  She stopped beside me, gave a smile and said, " You came in your pants this time, I had noticed you a couple of times.   And, Ive soaked my panties."   I was amazed, I guess my face gave it away.   Then I realised that the way she was sitting she had certainly been pleasuring herself, hand in her skirt under her table.    I recovered enough to give her a little wave through the window as we pulled away.   I never did get brave enough to chat her up on a future train, we always had a smile and a greeting.    We could have got it together, somewhere, and wanted each other!     Happy times, sticky undies!