The Woman in an Erotic Dream

My name was George Foster, and I worked in construction. On the job site, there weren't any women around for months at a time, and that loneliness got to me.

I looked forward to the holidays all year, just so I could go home and be with my wife again. When the site finally shut down for the break, I bought a sleeper ticket on a slow train to save a bit of money.

After a whole year of being cooped up, I was ready to get home. The moment I stepped onto the train, I felt like I couldn't hold it in anymore. If there hadn't been so many people around, I would have lost control right there on the floor.

Then something caught my eye. Sitting under my bunk was a stunning college student with an incredible figure.

The construction site let us off early, and it just happened to line up with the university break. What a stroke of luck.

From where I lay, I had a clear view of her chest. Her mounds looked incredible, way bigger than my wife's. She couldn't have been more than 20 years old.

Every time she moved, I couldn't help but stare. I was already aching, and the sight of her only left me more aroused, my body reacting under the blanket.

I lay there and glanced down at her now and then. My hand slipped under the covers without me even realizing. Then I saw her pulling a small purple toy out of her bag and rushing off to the bathroom in a fluster.

I was shocked. Were young women these days that eager? Couldn't she even hold it together on the train?

While she was gone, I snuck down and rummaged through her bag. Sure enough, besides a few little toys, there was also a change of underwear and a pair of stockings.

I picked up the stockings, held them to my nose, and took a deep breath. The intoxicating smell went straight to my head.

My desire surged, and I was so worked up that I couldn't stand it. I nearly lost control right there on her stockings.

But just then, the college student came back from the bathroom.

I quickly shoved the stockings back into her bag, terrified that someone would see. She walked over with her face flushed bright red, and our eyes met.

I scratched my head awkwardly and said, "You're back. I was heading to the bathroom myself."

She nodded, and then her eyes drifted toward the stockings in her bag. My heart lurched. Crap. Had she seen me?

I needed to get out of there fast. I kept my head down and went to the bathroom.

As I looked down, I noticed a huge wet puddle covering the floor. It was all hers. And there was so much of it.

She was clearly desperate too. If I could just have my way with her...

A dark thought crept into my mind.

When I pulled up my pants and came back from the bathroom, she was already lying in bed, scrolling through her phone. I glanced at her bag on purpose. The stockings were gone.

Had she figured out what I did and thrown them away? I really wanted to ask her, but we were still strangers, so I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

I held back my curiosity and climbed up to the top bunk. Lying there, I felt like ants were crawling all over me. My whole body itched unbearably.

An eager, gorgeous college student like that was sleeping in the bunk right below mine, and I couldn't do a thing about it. That thought clawed at my heart.

After lying there for two minutes, I couldn't resist looking down again. When I did, I couldn't believe it. She had stretched one leg out lazily and was dangling it over the edge of the bed.

And those missing stockings were on her feet right now.

Just thinking about it made my heart race. I had held those stockings against my nose, and they were still wet with my drool. Now they were back on her legs.

It felt like something was scratching at me from the inside, itching and aching all at once.

I wanted to jump down and pull her close, but there was nothing I could do except stare helplessly at those beautiful legs swinging right under my nose.

I couldn't even begin to say how frustrating it was.

Just then, the college student rolled over and faced the wall to play with her phone. The blanket didn't cover her lower body. Half of her big, round backside was sticking out.

She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed.

It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life.

Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.