Train Encounter (LolixShota, Non-Futa)

There she was again. Like every day, she sat there on the opposite seat. How long ago was it, when Masao saw her for the first time? He didn't know, but since then, she would sit in the same train as him, every day, every time he went to school or home. It was a strange coincidence, that she was always sitting in the same train, in the same wagon as him. One may thing that she did it on purpose, but Masao couldn't believe that. Why should she do that? After all, she wasn't paying attention to him at all. Did she even know that he was there every day, too?

She was a young girl, apparently the same age as him, so he guessed that she was nine years old, but probably not older than ten. She had long brown hair, that nearly always was tied into a thick ponytail. Her black eyes were framed by a pair of glasses, which suited her pretty well. She wore a sailor suit with a pretty short skirt. Also she wore a red backpack, different from Masao, who always dropped his backpack near him. And she was reading a book. Just as she did every time. Every week a new one, as if she needed exactly a week to finish reading. It seemed like the books were the only thing that mattered to here. At least, she never payed attention to anything else.

There were no other people in the train. It wasn't unusual that there were only few people in here at this time, but it's rare that they were completely alone. In any case, a strong contrast to the commotion that reigned in the early morning. Masao wasn't very happy about that. Many people would mean that he would drown in the crowd and it was less likely that she would notice him. Or rather notice how he tried to peek at her panties. He knew that it wasn't very nice to do this, but he just couldn't resist. Her skirt was so short and she always spread her legs pretty far apart when she sat there. It was like an invitation...

Normally, he would refrain from doing it, when the train was empty or there were only a few people. But Masao became more daring over time. That girl was always just sitting there, reading her book. She surely would never notice it. Slowly he bended his body to the side, looking at the girl's crotch, until could see it. She always wore a totally different pair every day. Nevermind if plain, striped or frilly, if white, pink or black, she never wore the same kind of panties on two following days. He already saw in the morning that she was wearing plain white ones this day. So he was pretty surprised when he saw white/pink-striped panties. Did she change it? Why? And how, if she was at school the whole time? Did she carry it with her?

But it was no use thinking about it further and he it would just distract him from the sight itself. He could see the panties clearly now. Between her thighs they clad to her crotch firmly. They seemed to be pretty tight even, as he could see a fold in them. And he knew what it was.

The sight aroused him very much and he could feel that his cock was getting harder.