It was a warm, sleepy afternoon and everyone was headed home from either work or school. You stepped into the train, trying to fit in as the place was absolutely crowded. You had clearly underestimated the afternoon rush hour. You looked around for a seat and nearly gave up until you spotted an empty spot near the end of the car, near the doors.

The stations passed by uneventfully - the cars filling with people as they came and went, everyone just focused on getting home after a long week. Everyone was too tired to care about what was going on around them, or people were sleeping or too focused on their phones to notice anything - you could have probably murdered someone here with a chainsaw and nobody would have even looked up. Between the stops the train was packed and there wasn't much space to move around, let alone find a seat.

You were about to fall asleep from the sheer monotony, until at one stop, in walked a total cutie and he stopped very close to you. Blonde hair, cute face and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his body. It wasn't until he came into better view that your heart nearly stopped - the blonde was wearing an incredibly short, pleated mini skirt that barely covered anything and to top it all off - thigh high stockings that squeezed his thighs, indenting the skin a little as if the supple, milky thighs were spilling over. You slid a little lower on the seat - you had an inkling. Yep - you could see right up the skirt. You admired the view until you realized you had to do something.