She was very petite and hoped her charcoal gray business suit helped her look older than her 23 years. Her sister told her to wear a skirt just above the knee with high heels to help her seem taller. Taryn wasn’t sure that worked, but her legs did seem to be much longer than they actually were. She checked to make sure her curly red hair was securely tamed in a low ponytail and ran her tongue softly across her red lips.

Taryn shrugged, smiled and figured she looked as good as she could. Time to try and relax. She found the rocking motion of the train to be very soothing and soon began to doze off. She was only vaguely aware of the train stopping and passengers getting on.

Taryn suddenly jolted awake to the sound of a voice next to her. It was a tall man about her father’s age sitting in the seat across from her. She stared at his smirking face, confused. She asked what he said and he repeated that it must have been a nice dream. Taryn had no idea what he was talking about, but he motioned down toward her lap. She looked and realized her skirt was hiked up to just below her panties and her left hand was between her legs, high up on her thigh. She gasped and crossed her arms in front of her, blushing furiously.

The man laughed out loud and told her not to be embarrassed. It was the most action he’d gotten in months. She blushed again and looked away. He asked why he’d never seen her on the train before, she told him about the new job. He asked if she was nervous and she said very. That explains it, he said. You were just relieving some stress. Taryn looked down and apologized. She never did things like that.

The man said it was fine. Everyone does it. Maybe not on the train, but it’s natural. She blurted out that she had never touched herself that way, she didn’t think that’s what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was doing. He chuckled and nodded, clearly not believing her. Taryn was mortified. She didn’t say anything else.

A few moments later she felt movement and looked up. The man had stepped across the aisle and slid into the seat next to her. Taryn held her breath and she looked at him with wide eyes. He leaned toward her and told her it was all right. He knew what the motion of a train could do to women. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said she should do what she felt, and he would protect her. He would make sure no one else saw.

Taryn was about to yell at him when she realized she couldn’t speak. She was mesmerized, staring into his deep brown eyes. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself smile and nod. She took her hair down and let it fall around her face and shoulders. She ran her hands up her thighs and under her skirt. She never lost eye contact with the older man, and he seemed to prod her on without saying a word.

She felt the warm softness of her thighs, and slid one hand up to cover her panties. She noticed immediately that they were practically soaked through. Taryn moaned quietly and continued. She slid two fingers into the left side of her panties, sliding over her clean shaven mound. She slid down in her seat to get a better angle and licked her lips.

Taryn let her index finger come to rest on her clit and slid her middle finger over the swollen lips of her pussy. That man’s eyes burned into her and she slid one finger inside her tight wet cunt. On contact her head fell backwards, breaking her gaze with the man, but not his power over her. She pulled her fingers from inside her panties just long enough to slide them down her thighs to rest at her knees. She slid her legs open wider and went back to playing with her juicy young pussy with both hands. Two fingers slid in and out of her as another rubbed her clit. She panted heavily as she felt her body nearing release. She opened her eyes and stared at the man again. He held her gaze, seemingly uninterested in what she was doing below.

Taryn came with a loud gasp, and she slumped over to lean on the man’s shoulder. He stroked her hair as she pulled her hands from her lap and smoothed her skirt down. Suddenly the spell was broken and she began to cry. Shhh, he whispered as he caressed her shoulder. It’s all right. You didn’t do anything wrong. She wrapped her arms around herself and began to rock back and forth. What had she done? What kind of girl masturbates on a train in front of a total stranger. She looked at the man and he slid his hand down to her panties, still resting between her kness. Her eyes widened with panic as he slid them down over her toned calves and over her shoes.

Don’t worry he said, I’m not going to do anything to you. I just want these as a souvenir of the best train ride of my life. Before she could say anything the train pulled into a station and the man stepped off. Taryn realized she’d be at work soon. She straightened her clothes and put her hair up again. She looked out the window and muttered to herself, mine too. See you tomorrow.

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