Sitting in a packed train was the last place she expected to feel damp between her thighs. But his hand was resting on her lap, a lightweight jacket draped across the top of her thighs. He whispered in her right ear, nuzzling it “I’m just warming you up, so that by the time we get to your hotel, I’ll be fucking you in the elevator.”
Her breath hitched as he pushed apart her thighs. Her cheeks reddened but she maintained her composure, despite the ogling she received from commuters. The eyes seemed to follow her, but she didn’t mind it so much. Especially when she was thinking about what his dexterous fingers were doing in her lap.
The Japanese commuters seemed none the wiser as to the increasingly wet spot between her legs. He probed further, and she felt herself swell and grow tight. He stroked the apex between her thighs gently, but firmly. He was good. He breathed in her ear again “two more stops.” He grinned. She seemed cool, but on the inside, she was a hot mess. The pressure was building, and she needed release.