Part 1 of 6:
Sitting on the train next to you. It’s a little bit late, a little bit boring and you’re a little bit asleep, Resting peacefully against my chest, my arm around you. Your hair smells like flowers right after a fresh rain. My other hand is resting on your leg, and my mind starts to wander. I slide my hand up under the hem of your skirt, lightly stroking the inside of your leg and you whisper “don’t. People will see”. I look around, and the car is mostly empty. Nobody in the rows across from us, nobody in the rows in front or behind us. I whisper back “nobody is watching” and slide my hand further up your leg. You sigh, and open your legs just a bit wider. My fingers graze the fabric of your panties – satin? Silk? I can’t tell, but I feel your lips swelling as I gently stroke them through the fabric.
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Part 2:
Your breath catches, and I feel the fabric under my hand get warm and moist. I slip my fingers underneath… Your smile of pleasure turns into a frown of frustration. I’m caressing your velvet lips, sliding a finger between them. My fingers touch every inch of your pussy. Everywhere that is, except your clit. You open your legs wider and moan: “Make me cum, daddy”. I whisper back “you gotta work for it”. You grab my wrist with both hands: “right there” and push your clit against my fingers. I start moving them, around in slow circles, your clit slipping in and out from between them, your pussy getting wetter and wetter, your eyes shut tight, pulling and pushing my hand against you. I rub faster and harder. Your breathing gets faster and harder. And just as you hit the edge, a heartbeat away from cumming, we hear somebody cough, and you freeze.