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This is an illustration to a real life encounter I had on a train in 1997 when I was 22. I got on a train, saw a free table and took it without realising at first that I was sitting opposite an absolute stunner with a push-up bra on, about 3 inches of exposed cleavage and high, well supported young tits pointing straight at me like a shelf. They were like a magnet for my eyes and it was a real effort to pull my gaze away from them. My eyes just kept naturally falling onto them but I was desperate to be discreet about it and kept averting my glance when she looked up. I made eye contact with her a couple of times. I obviously wasn't as discreet as I was trying to be because she knew I was only looking away quickly when her head bobbed up. After about 10 minutes she said "Just stare at them if you want to." I was embarrassed but relieved and just awkwardly blurted out "Thanks". And I did. I scarcely took my eyes off them for the next 3 hours until she got off. Other than that we hardly spoke, but for her briefly asking me about my weight training and saying I had nice muscles. I've subsequently been using the memory of this as masturbation material for over 25 years.

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This is an illustration to a real life encounter I had on a train in 1997 when I was 22. I got on a train, saw a free table and took it without realising at first that I was sitting opposite an absolute stunner with a push-up bra on, about 3 inches of exposed cleavage and high, well supported young tits pointing straight at me like a shelf. They were like a magnet for my eyes and it was a real effort to pull my gaze away from them. My eyes just kept naturally falling onto them but I was desperate to be discreet about it and kept averting my glance when she looked up. I made eye contact with her a couple of times. I obviously wasn't as discreet as I was trying to be because she knew I was only looking away quickly when her head bobbed up. After about 10 minutes she said "Just stare at them if you want to." I was embarrassed but relieved and just awkwardly blurted out "Thanks". And I did. I scarcely took my eyes off them for the next 3 hours until she got off. Other than that we hardly spoke, but for her briefly asking me about my weight training and saying I had nice muscles. I've subsequently been using the memory of this as masturbation material for over 25 years.