This is a story about a train ride. I was on my way to the restroom when I opened the door to the Western-style toilet, only to find a man in his mid-thirties, a businessman, completely absorbed in his own world, eyes closed, and unaware of his surroundings. It seemed he had forgotten to lock the door, and I quickly pretended I hadn't seen anything, hiding behind the curtain of the washbasin. The train's doors open quietly, and with the noise of the train, he remained oblivious, continuing his actions. The door wouldn't close unless the 'close' button was pressed, leaving him exposed. I felt embarrassed for him. The restroom is located in the connecting area between train cars, so a few people passed by, but he didn't notice. As I watched, his movements became faster, and I found myself getting excited. Feeling bold, I waited for the corridor to clear and entered the restroom. He finally noticed me, looking shocked as he tried to pull up his pants. I closed the door behind me, pretending to be surprised. "Oh my! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry," he replied, trying to leave, but I was blocking the door. I pretended to accidentally bump into him, pressing against him. "What is this?" I said, as he hadn't managed to pull up his pants completely, and I felt him against my clothes. "Oh no," I said, pretending to be shocked, while holding him. He was startled, but I didn't let go. "Is it always like this here?" I asked, moving my hand. "Please stop," he said, but he seemed to relax into it. As things progressed, he whispered in my ear, "You're really wet." I was surprised but didn't resist. "Did you want this?" he asked. "No," I replied, but I let him continue. His fingers moved inside me, and I couldn't help but respond. "More," I said, and he obliged. It was intense, and I found myself asking for more. He didn't say anything, just continued. We both reached a peak together, and afterward, we parted ways without a word, feeling embarrassed. I still think about it sometimes.

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