I watched as he adjusted his hard cock into a more comfortable position several times and my eyes lingered on the hard bulge in his pants. I didn't even pretend not to notice as I stared at his hard cock, outlined by his tight trousers. I imagined standing up, turning around and sitting down on that hard bulge, feeling it grind against my barely covered pussy. By the time we had one station left most of the people had left the train, as such there were only the two of us at this end of the carriage and I was feeling braver than usual.

I sat there looking at his...