I’ve been aware of you throughout my train journey, noticing your wistful gaze in the restaurant car, the way you glimpse at me in our brief encounters in the hallway, and now as we find ourselves alone in the smoking car. It’s not hard to notice the thickness pressing against the zipper of your pants as you watch the twirls of smoke dance around my soft elegant face. Why don’t you take it out and stroke it for me? Don’t worry, no one is going to come in. I really want to see you cum.