Train Encounter (LolixShota, Non-Futa)

Story by Sabre Wing

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. Slowly, a small bulge formed in his black pants. Feeling a bit more daring, he gently rubbed his hand over it, enjoying the feeling. He quickly glanced to her face, reassuring himself that she aware of what he did, then looked back at her panties again. He felt that it wasn't enough. It made him too horny. And he was sure that she would notice anything. After all, she never did before, not even now. It surely wouldn't hurt, if he went further...

Masao unzipped his pants and took out his little cock, now fully erect. He began to stroke it slowly, still staring at her panty-clasped crotch. In his head, he imagined, how it would feel to touch her panties, her body and maybe even...

A sudden sound pulled him back into reality. Looking up, he saw that the girl has closed her book and was now looking at him. A wave of fear ran through his body. He went to far! She noticed it! What would she do now? He was so scared that he couldn't move, so he was still holding his cock, while he stared with eyes, widened in fear, at her. But she didn't seem angry or even upset. She just put the book away, stood up and walked to him, her gaze never leaving him.

When she stood before him, she didn't say anything for a few moments, but only looked down at him. But then she said: “You are quite a naughty boy, aren't you? Did you really believe that I never noticed anything? After you peeked at my panties so often? You are really an idiot. And now look at you. You look like a total moron, holding your cock like that. And all that just because, I never showed any reaction to your peeping. Just because your were too horny to properly think about what you are doing. How could anyone not see how you jerk off like that? You must be really stupid to think that I wouldn't notice it.”

Masao really felt bad. He knew that she was right and that made it even worse. But what should he say? Should he apologize? No, he would just look even more stupid.

But before he could end his thoughts,

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