Fantasy on the Mitre train

First of all I wanted to thank you for the points received in my first story. Today turned out to be just another day in my daily routine, I woke up early to go to work, grabbed my car and started the trip to the train station (Retiro). When I got off the car I lit a cigarette and walked until I took the train. Barely had I sat down (half asleep and half crazy) looking out the window with headphones on listening to some music, immersed in the journey and reeling against the wall, I see a woman of approximately 50 years old (I'm 31) looking at me... I didn't know if she was flashing or if she was really looking at me, so I followed her game a bit and started looking back at her. Gaze meets gaze already it was undeniable, we were devouring each other with our gazes. The woman in question had a dress with half-violet flowers and below some cancan stockings. A hungry-for-sex face, good tits, you could see she had a beautiful booty too, we gazed at each other the whole journey... from Colegiales station where I got on until Retiro where we arrived. The whole journey gazing at each other... I looked her up and down and she looked back at me and bit her lips, and we held each other's gaze as much as possible and I'm sure we were both thinking... what a desire to screw. My head couldn't take it anymore, I imagined her in four positions, holding her tight and grabbing those beautiful tits. When the moment came to get off the train we looked at each other a few more times to see if anyone would dare take another step. I had a hard-on like a streetlight, but unfortunately I didn't feel like saying anything. But I've been thinking about that woman all day and something tells me I'll find her again, also I sense she's a user of this kind of thing because she looked like she loved sex and was morbid. So if you're reading these lines and today you were looking at a dude on the train it's me! . I totally regret not saying anything to her, inviting her for a coffee or... anything. It also happens that in these times maybe a woman takes it badly if a stranger approaches her on the train and invites her out. In short, I spent all morning thinking and with a hard-on.