An interesting train ride...

[Dreamscape12]

I was tired from a long day studying as I stepped into the train. Being before rush hour, I had thankfully dodged the busy period and walked onto a carriage with only a handful of people.

I could feel tiredness wash over me as I slumped into a seat and pushed my backpack onto the floor. Resting my head against the window i could feel the dull vibration of the tracks and the constant hum of the train. My eye lids grew heavy and I could feel myself drifting off..

*This train will be delayed for 5 minutes at the next stop. We apologise for the inconvenience*

I woke up with a start, hearing the crackling intercom. A multitude of sensations greeted me as I awoke.. The smell of a sweet perfume, the pressure of a leg pressed up against mine and the realisation that my cock was semi hard from some dream I couldn't remember..

Feigning that I noticed none of these things I yawned and glanced at the window to see the passenger next to me in the reflection... and saw the face of a gorgeous woman with a wry smile curling the corners of her mouth....

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

He looked at me with an expression of wonderment.

"Hi. did you have a nice nap?", I asked.

"Where is your stop in case you fall asleep again?"

I didn't even complain that in his sleep, his head was on my shoulder, and his hand on my thigh with his fingers squeezing my flesh.

 

[Dreamscape12]

The fact she seemed so friendly shocked me at first. I thought the first rule of being in a train was to be as grumpy as possible. I stumbled over the first couple of words in response to her comment, sleep still clouding my brain..

"Erm I'm going to the end of the line, so you don't have to worry about waking me up"

I immediately scolded myself for being so damn unfriendly, quickly adding..

"Oh and the nap was pretty good, sorry about making you my makeshift pillow"

As I smiled and looked at her I could feel myself getting harder against my will...

 

[Joycelet]

Joyce

I looked at him and smiled.

"I liked having you skleep on my shoulder."

His hand was still on my leg. I reached down and placed mine on top of his, and told him I thought that was nice too, and only slightly, and quite gently, I moved it less than an inch up my leg, and spread my legs in invitation.

"I go to the end of the line too. We can get off together"

But when I used that expression, it wasn't the train I was thinking of