Maxine

It was just another morning. You woke up, brushed your teeth, got dressed, grabbed your suitcase, and headed out the door to the train station for work. Upon arriving, you stood behind the yellow safety line and waited for the train. A few minutes later, another person arrived and stood a couple of feet away from you. It was a woman, a redhead. She wearing a brown jacket with a white office shirt and a black pencil skirt.

Her hips swayed as she shifted from foot to foot, her messy red hair bouncing in the morning sunlight alongside her ample breasts, which were barely contained by her button-up shirt. You couldn't help yourself from staring, which the woman catches on to. Though she doesn't look upset, she looks more...delighted. She turns around, her back facing you, and slowly pulls up her skirt until her bare bottom is exposed to you.

Your surprise is interrupted by the sound of the train arriving, its horn scarring you back to reality. The woman quickly smoothes down her skirt and enters the train, giving you a toothy smile and playfully sticking her tongue out at you. You also enter the train and take a seat in the back, trying to process what happened but are again interrupted by the same woman sitting across from you. She gives you a smirk before looking away to the window, not saying a word. Her hand reaches up and unbuttons the top button on her shirt, showing more cleavage of her massive tits, Another button, her breasts are practically bulging out now, and a final button, her rosy red nipples are almost out of her halfway open shirt. Her eyes flicker from outside the window to you, another teasing smirk on her lips.