#1 - Late Amtrak train. I had a room in one of the bed cars. Well, you can't just spend all your time in your room, you go crazy. Also, this was before laptops and digital devices, you couldn't access porn except in print. Which, on a train, puts the magazines out of the question; so, I had picked up a book featuring a collection of short erotic stories.
It was later one night, I was reading at a wall stool in the bar car. I was alone except for another guy drinking by himself for a while. A couple came in already a little sloshed and sat down next to me. We started talking and one thing led to another and they got around to asking me what I was reading. I was honest (and buzzed). The lady smiled a bit, but the husband (who I thought was a bit of a dick) got pretty uptight and started giving me shit for not reading something a little more serious. I do remember saying "sometimes you just want to read a dirty book."
That must have been enough for him, because he got up to get them another round of drinks and when he had retrieved them he picked a different table to sit at and called his wife over away from me. I wrote it off as a nice meeting with one pretty attractive, older lady and her uptight asshole husband. At any rate, we all went back to what we were doing originally and forgot about things; except, for an occasional glance I would make toward the lady. Once in a while she would catch me, but smile slightly.
There was a point where the husband got up to go somewhere and when he left the room I got another smile. So, being about 30 minutes more buzzed/horny I slowly turned my body toward her so she could see the bulge in my pants. I got another smile. I put my hand down on my bulge and squeezed.
Oy, I'm getting interrupted (now, not then)...gotta go...
Long and short of it is I picked up my book and left, she followed me out a few seconds later. I walked to my room and left the door open slightly, behind me. I thought she'd come in and we'd have fun. She ended up just standing outside my door, peeking in through the crack. It took me a minute to figure out that's as far as she was going, but once I did I unzipped my pants and started stroking myself. Once I came she stood for a second watching me catch my breath and left.
I cleaned up, got dressed and headed back out to the bar car, but neither of them were there. I didn't see them again.
#2 - Depends on who I'm with. I'm versatile.