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    The Commuter

    This is a part of a short collection of stories I've been working on. Any feedback is welcome.

    Hi Iím Jake. This is where you subconsciously say ďHi, JakeĒ in response. Iím a pretty average guy on the outside. I think Iím funny, but not enough to garner a Netflix special. My body type is somewhere around athletic. I used to play a lot of sports, but these days I spend more time behind the desk than in a gym. Iím 6í and around 235 lbs. I have short hair. I suppose I stand out a bit because of my height, but itís probably because I tend to wear different color shirts. Nothing crazy, just not your typical white or pale blue shirts seemingly every other office workers wears.

    On the outside Iím closer to that average guy. But inside, most people would disagree. Some would call me a perv while others would say a voyeur. I donít know what I would classify myself as. I am far from climbing peoples fences, but if the opportunity presents itself I like to sit back and watch. I guess Iíll give you an example of my adventures if you would call it that.

    I spend a good amount of time on the train each day. About 2 hours Iíd say. Longer if I miss the express trains. I wonít complain though because it would be worse if I drove and had to sit in traffic. Plus I get to do my favorite thing while riding. People watching. Sure, a fair amount of passengers are regulars, but itís a long train means a fresh batch of people to watch on any given day.

    Thereís this one particular passenger who, from what I can tell, has a stop that past mine. It canít be too far as my stop is close to the end of the line, but she is always on the train when I get on and remains when itís time to go home.

    I would describe her as average on a 1 to 10 scale. Sheís not strikingly beautiful, but she is far from hideous, letís say 7. She has beyond shoulder length blonde hair. Itís usually pulled back or up in a bun. Iíve never been close enough to tell her eye color, but O imagine them being a light blue. I canít say for sure what she does. Iíve theorized that sheís an office worker, possibly an intern that is taking classes to finish her masters degree. Now hereís the one eye catching detail, at least for me. She always wears a skirt. Itís an appropriate skirt, just above knee length. At first I thought it was just a staple in her summer wardrobe. As the weather grew colder, I found out how wrong I was. No matter how cold it got, she always wore a skirt.

    Now, on a normal train where there are just rows of seats this wouldnít be a big deal. However, on my train there is a second level above the typical rowed seating. The level is split where there is a row of seats on each side of the train. Each seat in the row sits next to each other so the passengers sit facing the row on the opposite side of the train. If youíre sitting in one of the seats there is a metal rail to keep people from falling over down to the first level, an open space so you can see down to the first level, maybe six feet down or so. Beyond that gap is the rail for the opposite row. None of the railing blocks the passengers on the other side. Itís very easy for big groups to talk across the aisle and frequently happens when there are concerts or festivals. That actually reminds me of another story, but I digress.

    Now that you understand the setup, I think you know the next detail without me saying. Well because of the capacity of the train, I always sit on this second level. It gives me more space to enjoy my ride. Little did I know it would lead to some fun opportunities.

    This particular passenger, letís call her Karen. I have no idea what her name is, but she looks like a Karen. Karen always sits on the second level as well. One day I noticed that Karen isnít always aware of her skirt. She sits with her knees together, but sometimes when sheís deep in work things happen. One particular time, I was sitting on one side of the level and her in the opposite. I was just diagonal to her. She was sitting hunched over some paper furiously writing. Her hair was Pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a pink blouse and black skirt. I glanced towards her but didnít think much of it. Then, I noticed her move. She placed both of her feet on the ledge in front of her. I tried not to be obvious, but being the guy that I am, I couldnít look away. What I saw were her converse shoes on the ledge. My eyes followed her smoothly shaven legs upwards. They took a slight curve at her knees to her paper. She was engrossed in writing. I took in the side of her exposed thigh. Just as smooth as her lower leg. It looked well toned as if she were an athlete of some sort previously. Of course my gaze did not stop there. I drank in all of her exposed flesh. I could see the underside of her thigh now and I could feel my heartís pace start to quicken. The bottom of her skirt had bunch up a little and I could seeÖ

    I could see close to the top of her thigh and the small area of fabric that covered her pussy. The white fabric was plain but so enticing at the same time. There wasnít much light so I couldnít tell if it was silk or cotton, but I thought I detected a sheen. Either way it was the most exciting part of my day by a long shot. I tried not to stare, or at least obviously stare. I didnít know how long this view would last so I didnít want to miss out on a second. I pretended to type on my phone all the while stealing glances and the white fabric and itís creases.

    Hundreds of thoughts raced through my mind. Was she shaven? No, she didnít seem like the shaven type. She seemed more like a trimmed sparse bush type of lady.

    The train began to fill and in cane the conductor. He walked up the stairs to Karenís side of the second level. He excused himself as he crossed over people making his way to the engine room. Passengers swung their legs out of the way to make more room and to avoid tripping him. It was like my spider-sense went off. Trying my best not to show excitement or anticipation, I casually looked to my left towards Karen. I was just in time. As soon as I looked over she swung her legs to her left, passing perfectly in my sights. Now she was just innocently moving herself out of the conductors way, but I had secret hopes. As she swung her legs, her left leg moved faster than her right. As she moved the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs became more visible. I relished in the sight and dare not look away. At that moment I didnít care if anyone knew. They were to enveloped in their own laptops, books or conversations to notice anyway. I wasnít though. I was focused. The creamy white thigh flesh gave way and there it was, the complete view of Karenís panty covered crotch. There it was on display, seemingly just for me. It was only for a brief moment, but it was the perfect moment. They definitely was a sheen, very possibly silk. I could feel my hard on growing. It was a little uncomfortable trapped in my suit pants, but now wasnít the time to complain or worry.

    Just a quickly as the movement started, it ended. After the conductor passed, she re-positioned herself facing forward. This time she crossed her legs and sat back. My views were gone, but I knew what I would be doing when I got a private moment.

    Letís just say this was a very unexpected day. A once in a lifetime event. Or so I thought.

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    Very interesting--please continue it.
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