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This happened a few years ago. I was on the Amtrac train coming home from a business meeting in D.C. It was the last train of the day and it was already dark outside. After a very long day, I was pretty tired. I couldn't wait to get home to see my husband and our dogs (we hadn't had kids yet). I was in the next to last car of the train and had a seat to myself. The car had been noisy for a while but at each stop, people got off until there were only a few of us left. Across the aisle, a group of guys, who sure seemed to be gay, had finally broken up. They were all touchy-feely with each other and made suggestive comments that certainly activated my 'gay-dar'. Eventually, all but one of the men got off the train. The young man was in the seat directly across the aisle from me. There were only a few other people and they were up in the front of the car, asleep or quietly reading.

I was reading a book. At some point, I looked up and looked around. The guy across the aisle seemed to look up at the same time and he smiled at me. I smiled back. We were both sitting on paired seats, where two bench seats faced each other. We were facing in opposite directions, so we could look directly at each other. I noticed that he had his eyes closed and was absent-mindedly rubbing his crotch with his hand. I should have given him a dirty look and gone back to reading, but I didn't. He had a nice smile and seemed like a nice young guy, again probably gay. He did open his eyes and see me and ...

... when I just watched him, he was initially embarrassed, but then continued to rub himself. I smiled at him, which obviously encouraged him. I must've moved my legs and put my hand on my thigh subconsciously, which seemed to encourage him further.

I was horny, and seeing an attractive guy fooling with himself was kind-of erotic. The fact that he was gay removed any danger of him being an over-sexed hetero-creep. I knew a number of gay guys in school and at work and found them to be charming and funny. I began to rub my legs, moving my hands over my thighs. We just looked at each other, without smiling or anything, but we had made a connection.

Well, he kept at it, becoming more brazen, rubbing his inner thighs and revealing the outline of his erection under his trousers. It was gross, but I was amused and wanted to see how much this guy would do. When I kept looking, he smiled and continued to stroke himself. He seemed friendly. He looked at my eyes, then down at my waist indicating that he wanted me to become bolder.

I had nothing else to do. I'm not sure why, but I lifted my skirt up and showed him my pantyhose. I looked at him in a way that was daring him to 'up the ante'.

He moved his hand to where it was directly over his penis and continued to rub himself. My hands moved higher on my legs and up my thighs, exposing my panty-hose almost to my crotch. This was getting erotic.

There was nobody else on the train and I had nothing better to do, so I continued to ...