At the mainline  station a younger girl was sitting chatting to an older girl. The younger one wore a short denim skirt which was tight across her thighs. This enabled me to see a dark triangle of her knickers. The light was such that I could not make out if the knickers were black, navy, purple, or maroon. However she was chatting away oblivious to me walking slowly past time and time again looking up her skirt. Readers of these blogs will know that I get very agitated and excited the more I gaze at a girls knickers. So eventually I went into the station toilet for my necessary masturbation. The consequence of which was great relief from my urges, but I missed my train and had a half hour wait for the next one.

Later on the train home an Indian girl with a short floral print skirt got on and I managed to manoeuvre to sit opposite her. I was unable to see up her skirt, but then the sun came out at just the right angle for me to see the triangle of her white cotton panties. And when I got off the train I masturbated in the same toilet that I had done in the morning. A trace of my spunk was still on the toilet floor. A good day all round.