On the train, heading home, I close my eyes and drift.
You are opposite me when I wake up.
I wonder if you’re wearing pantyhose or stockings and focus on the hem of your short skirt.
Uncrossing your legs and parting your thighs, you stand up. I see stocking tops, and then a glimpse of white lace panties with a dark bush shining through.
The stranger beside me stifles a gasp.
I follow you onto the platform and we kiss deeply.
The stranger watches with his mouth wide open as the train pulls away.