Being best friends Stacy had told her in fairly intimate detail what had happened. As much as Kirsty thought it had sounded great she was mad at her f...iend for cheating. Kirsty would have loved to have had a boyfriend and Stacy had one and was fucking someone else at the same time but as the friend code dictated, she held her tongue. Kirsty had always liked to work out. While she was at school and college she had played volleyball and after college she had joined a gym to keep her figure. It. Since the tap was a bit screwed down, water was running slowly from her tummy down her crack. This got me even more excited. My dick stood in massive erection, it was swinging and dangling inadvertantly like the head of a tortoise. I guessed my face was flushing with lust too while my heart was thumping both with ecstasy and the fear of being caught red-handed in the very act of voyeurism. But lo! The woman had just turned round, bending over with the rear end sticking up to clean her bottom.. " I looked down at her, her arms folded under her tits, pushing them together. "Well you weren't very discreet, every time you looked at me I could see you looking down my blouse."I smiled nervously and explained that it was very difficult not to, given their presence. She just laughed and said all men were the same, she just wished her husband was more interested. I remained on the chair, still looking as I told her I thought it was one of the most erotic sights of a woman, and how I'd liked. She answer with a smile ‘train I think can you call me a cab’ then she wrote down her number as his back was turned to make the call. As the cab arrived she thanked him for the night of hospitality and slipped her number into his hand as she left, the journey home was full of daydreaming and fantasising about the pass night for her.She was still dreaming as the train pulled into her station, only a passenger next to her awoke her from the dream as she wanted to get off at the same station. As.