Other passengersI earlier wrote a story of my learning the birds and the bees from a mature neighbour and now is another lesson that I have learnt in the many years since then. It is that you might have far more admirers than you think. It is in fact four instances where I have enjoyed sexual happenings while travelling. Three times on a train and once on a plane.The first experience I had was when I was about 22. At the time my girlfriend lived in Wimbledon and I lived in Maida Vale. As seemed right at the time I used to escort her home on the tube and a train ride. One night I was on my way back to Waterloo and in a compartment on my own ( this was over forty years ago when each compartment was just two bench like seats for about 8 people.)At the very first stop an elderly woman climbed in and seeing that she had a heavy bag I volunteered to put it on the rack above her head. Nothing unusual in that until as I stretched to put it on the woman quickly sat down and grabbed hold of my thighs. Seemingly to steady me. I was a bit taken aback and said nothing. Funny but if she had been younger I might have realised it was a come on but she was definitely in her sixties.Almost as soon as I sat down opposite her I could feel her ankle rubbing against my foot. I just didn’t know what to make of it until she leaned forward and started to stroke my knee. Naturally I offered no resistance and before I knew it she had unzipped me and started to give me a blow job. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri As soon as I shot my load she just as casually sat back and let me zip up. Nothing was said until ten minutes later as we pulled into Waterloo and as I handed her the bag from above she thanked me. Full stop. No other contact.Then maybe four years later I was on a long distance train ride from Manchester to London in one of the more modern longer carriages the girl around the same age as me sitting opposite asked if she could read one of the newspapers I had on the table between us. She was early twenties, blonde with an average figure. This led to a short conversation before she took a letter out of her bag and started reading it. Once she had finished I couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t put the letter back in the envelope. Instead, rather strangely, she folded the envelope and put it in the ashtray on the same table.Almost straight away she got up and either went to the loo or the buffet bar. I was inquisitive and couldn’t help but pick up the envelope and it just had her name and address on it. Thinking this might be a hint to me that she wanted contact I put it in my pocket.Five minutes later she sat back down and immediately looked at the ash tray, then at me. I don’t know if I was blushing but she could definitely see some guilt in my face and leaned forward before telling me, quite pointedly, that she was just going to the toilet.I güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri took the hint and followed her. When she got to the loo she opened the door and then looked back at me……and smiled. I followed her in and we had a good twenty minute fuck in the loo. Very few words were spoken.As the train pulled into Euston station an hour later she just smiled and was gone before I could even utter one word.Skip forward about ten years and I was getting a train from Ramsgate to the same Waterloo station from earlier. This time I saw a girl on the platform before the train arrived and we exchanged glances. She was late twenties, light brown hair and wearing a short dress, with a loose coat. The train arrived and she got on the train through the same door that I used. It was a long carriage with no one else in it but she still sat opposite me. No table this time.Almost as soon as the train started she asked me something and we got into a chat. Within five minutes she told me that she and her boyfriend had split the night before. As I was thinking that this might be a bait for me to chat her up she did the same thing as the old lady years earlier. Her ankle was rubbing up and down my shin. I didn’t take so long to understand this time though and pretty soon I was kneeling on her seat as she gave me a blow job. After it was over there wasn’t much talk and I can’t even remember saying bye to her as we parted ways.The güvenilir bahis şirketleri fourth time was on a plane, not a train. It was about 1994 and I was flying London to New York to go and see Eric Clapton at Madison Square Gardens. This time I was not on my own as I had my 10 year old son with me and it was his special birthday treat.All as well on the flight but for some reason I had eye contact a few times with a woman who was one row in front of me on the opposite side of the aisle. I never really thought anything of it as I was with my son and we were hardly in a position to chat.After few hours I got up and walked back to the toilets. As I emerged from the toilet I saw the same lady walking towards me holding a glass of red wine. Again we had eye contact and like a true gentleman I held the door open for her as she arrived. By this time our eyes were locked and as she entered she just gave me one of the wickedest smiles I had ever seen. It just seemed natural to follow her in and lock the door once inside.She was perhaps early fifties and perhaps because of her dark hair and roman nose I think she was Italian. Nothing was said as she quietly placed the glass next to the wash bowl and we started kissing. Within a minute my hand was foraging between her legs before she started to unbuckle my belt. It was the best knee trembler I had ever had and all in complete silence.When we had finished I left first and my son asked why I had been so long. I told him that he would know when one day he would get constipation. Like the ones before her there wasno further contact between us.Looking back on just those four experiences I often wonder how many other times it could have happened. Next time you are on a train, plane or bus take notice of eye contact.