Girls on a Train

by Mat Twassel

It was during summertime, two or three years ago.
I am in my usual train. I’m sitting alone, in a four-square seating place.
I wear a summer dress, sandals.

The train becomes more crowded. Not that much, but a little.
A girl asks me if she can seat there. I say yes, of course.
She sits in the seat diagonally opposite and smiles at me.
She’s in the first half of her twenties, blonde, green eyes, really cute. Natural and cool looking.
She wears a short summer dress, too, and the same kind of sandals as mine.

She starts reading.
I do the same.
The train starts and no one sits with us.

After a few minutes, she kicks her shoes off and she puts her feet on the seat in front of her—the seat next to me.



I look at her. I find her so sexy. I ogle her feet: they are cute. Pink painted nails (perhaps more fuchsia than pink) with a little white pattern. Cute toes. Thin ankles.

She notes my gaze.

"Oh,” she says, “I hope that doesn't bother you... I'm sorry. If you want, I could...”

“No, it's ok, really.”

She smiles at me and I smile back.

She returns to her book. Me too.
But my eyes are drawn to this magnetic girl.
I glance at her feet again. My eyes take in her ankles, her legs, her clutched knees...
At this moment, I realize that her position give me a view on the underside of her thighs...

She almost catches me again.
I have no choice but to say something:

"I was looking at your nails painting...really nice.”

“Thank you,” she says, smiling. “Yours are cute too," she says, looking at my feet on the ground.

She puts down her book.

"Know what? You should do like me: take off your shoes, you'll be so much more relaxed for the travel..."

And I do it. I kick my sandals off and put my naked feet on the seat in front of me.
"Nice red painting,” she says, ogling my feet.

I realize I should give the same view to her as the one she gives to me: all feet, legs, thighs out for her to see...



And we start to talk about everything: work, studies, house, family...
Sometimes my eyes jump from her eyes to her legs, from her feet to her thighs...
She moves a little on her seat and I see her panties. White ones.
Her eyes jump a little too.
I ask, “Can you see mine?”

At that moment, her hand bushes my leg, then my feet...I realize I am quite aroused.
I ponder for a few minutes and finally I dare: As casually as I can manage, I take hold of her foot, the one closest to me:

"How do you make this thin pattern?" and I pretend to examine it.

She doesn’t stop smiling and just answers the question.

I let the moment last as long as natural, moving her foot to have a better view, brushing her toes to examine the nail art...



And finally I have to let it go...

We continue chatting.
Some guys pass by us in the train corridor. They ogle us like crazy: two quite good looking girls, barefooted, legs extended, creamy thighs exposed...it is obvious they have only one thought: fucking both of us.

My stop arrives. I put my shoes back on.
My travel mate says a friendly good bye.
To let me have my way out, she grasps her ankles and places her feet in front of her on her seat.
Her panties are exposed.
I think she knows.
She smiles.
I smile back.
I get out of the train.


Story by Anais
Illustrations by Mat Twassel

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