Many years ago after one of my city centre drinking sessions I wobbled back to the railway station to catch the last train home. Sat on the train I was disturbed by a woman who was clearly well pissed. So that’s two of us. I’ll cut to the chase.after a snog or two we made a bee line down the moving carriage to the toilet with alcohol fuelled sex in mind.it was blocked and disgusting. We ended up standing in a dark part of the poorly lit carriage.during the wonderful carefree snog I felt her fingers flipping my jeans button open. I didn’t need any encouragement and opened my jeans sliding both thumbs down quickly to expose my throbbing cock.she began to masterbate me. She was ‘on’ and couldn’t shag me anyway. I soon shot a load over her black jeans by which time I was approaching my stop at which point I had to get off. Didn’t even know her name.........but thanks !