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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.