Public transport is mostly horrible in this country. But I do like to look around me and I say to myself I have to choose at least one person to have sex with, whoever is on the train or bus. That can sometimes be a lovely woman, or I may be just surrounded by fat men. The idea of having to fuck a person I don't find attractive is perversely sexy... 

I love the chikan fantasy of public transport sex. I remember first seeing Anime chikan of big breasted women being groped on Japanese trains. Of course, it's so offensive to imagine anything like that happening, and people not intervening when someone is actually being abused in public. I would probably go berserk if someone did that to me for real, but as a fantasy it's incredible, and appeals to some deep fantasy of humiliation and pleasure.

One of those hot airless days when women's pussies are wet with sweat and a kind of natural arousal from heat and summer mood. I remember a train back from London on a hot summer evening. Going towards the end of the line. A few people on the train still, snoozing with collars open and legs apart. 

The woman sitting opposite me in her late 30s, milfy and curvy, wearing a cotton summer dress. She was asleep and I watched her, able to admire her body at ease. As the train rolled along in that lazy slow British train kind of way, her thighs would roll with it from side to side and her dress would reveal more of her strong, tanned thighs. Then, dozing, she her thighs parted wide and I could see her panties. I could see that she had a nice plump pussy. I imagined stroking her thighs and squeezing that sleepy pussy. I imagined that it would be as wet as mine, running my finger down her slick pussy lips and slipping it easily into her hot cunt. I imagined her husband and children at home waiting for her while I fingered her to a muted orgasm, then her getting off the train and getting into her car, her panties soggy with cum.