Why was she thinking like this could she really go through with this, parade in that outfit in front of a near stranger her boss, but she new she had ...o choice.She bit firmly on her bottom lip while rolling on those sexy stockings attaching them to a sheer suspender belt. Squeezing her ample tits into a tiny quarter cup bra, a bra so small no matter how much she tried something would pop out, then she was dragging the tight tiny skirt over her firm thighs god she had never been in anything so. Many men seem to have a hard-on on the train early in the morning. Some of these men would stroke themselves when they saw me watching. Nothing every became of this morning lust, but a girl can dream. Well I miss my regular train and when the next train came I found I too had to stand. The train was so packed we were shoulder to shoulder. It took 40 minutes to get to my job and this I thought was going to be a unpleasant ride. About 10 minutes into the ride I felt a hardness on my . A mournful, yet almost silent distressed whimper rises from the shape at my feet.I reach up into the ceiling rafters and grab around for the string pull attached to a single overhead light bulb. Finding it, I give it a yank and with a click, light floods the sparse basement room. I look down and see it blinking back up at me. It’s eyes trying to adjust to the light as it stares back up at me, a look of distress on its face morphing into that pretty look of terror, I love, as it sees the. There was a lone man sitting on the end a row. I moved in and sat two seats away. Here you have to be careful. Some guys will feign indignation if you move too fast. Hence the two seats away action. He was stroking himself thru his warm up pants. I leaned over, pointed to his crotch and whispered if he wanted help with that. He answered only with a nod and motioned me closer. I moved to the seat beside him. I replaced the hand on his bulge with mine. His cock was very hard and quite large..