"Ahh… I feel so itchy… I really want you…"

I'm bunking in a compartment on a train that's heading back to my hometown for the holidays. It seems that the gorgeous young woman sleeping on the bunk bed below mine is starting to sleepwalk.

Her legs are parted, and she keeps writhing about on the bed.

I've always longed to have a taste of her. Since she's having a wet dream right now, I decide to climb onto her bed…

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.

I was clinging to the edge of the top bunk with my head stretched out, trying to get a good look at what was happening below.

A conductor making his rounds caught me like that and shouted, "What do you think you're doing? No spying on other passengers."

After being scolded like that, I quickly pulled my head back in. The commotion also caught the attention of the college student in the lower bunk, and she finally pulled the blanket up over her backside.

The conductor walked over and asked, "Miss, you're traveling alone, so please be careful. If anything seems wrong, you can come to us anytime."

As the conductor spoke, he kept glancing in my direction. I lay in my bed, frustrated and restless.

But the college student didn't seem bothered at all. She smiled and said, "It's fine. The guy in the upper bunk has been nice to me. He won't do anything."

The conductor didn't have much to say after that, so he left. The student's words sent a thrill through my whole body. She didn't mind that I had been staring at her at all.

Could it be that she was interested in me?

She had clearly seen me touch her stockings, and then she put them on right afterward. The more I thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. It was like she was deliberately trying to tempt me.

I leaned my head down and tested the waters by saying, "Thanks for getting me out of trouble back there."

She smiled at me and then stretched her legs out from under the blanket again. She was still wearing the stockings.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything."

She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted.

I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen."

And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward.

She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Over time, she needed to do it every single day. She had been on a two-day train ride, and earlier, she simply couldn't hold it in any longer. That was why she had to run to the bathroom to take care of things.

That explained the large puddle I had seen on the floor.

I couldn't help myself from asking, "Do the toys still do it for you now?"

She shook her head bitterly and said, "Toys can't compare to the real thing. The touch and the warmth are completely different."

I felt like we understood each other. I worked on the construction site all year long, and I knew that same loneliness of going unsatisfied for months. I understood that pain completely.

We kept talking until late into the night. As the night grew deeper, Lauren's voice got softer, and before I knew it, she fell asleep.

But I couldn't sleep at all. After all that talking with Lauren, the fire inside me had only grown stronger. I had wanted to ask her if we could be together just once, but she had fallen asleep before I got the chance.

Damn it. I missed a perfect opportunity.

Just as I was starting to regret it, I heard a soft, strange sound coming from her bunk. There was no mistaking what that sound was.

But she was sleeping alone, so why would she be making that noise?

I looked down, and there she was, completely uncovered. Her legs were spread wide apart, and I could see everything in between. It was more beautiful than anything I could describe.

One of her hands was moving nonstop, and her eyes were shut tight. It looked like she was still asleep.

She was dreaming.

She must have been having a dream about a man. Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be enjoying herself, but her own touch wasn't enough.

I looked down at my own blanket. I couldn't hold back the urge any longer.

Seeing that no one else was around, I quietly climbed down from my bunk and went to Lauren's bedside. Up close, I took in the sight of her body. She was even more beautiful than I had imagined.

I reached out carefully and touched her. The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body.

Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it.

Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly."

I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would.

I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

I could feel the heat coming off her body. Since she would think it was only a dream, I stopped holding back.