Hypnotized by the long legs, the man sits down next to Amanda in the empty subway car. Soon, her head lolls on his shoulder. Her cleavage rises and falls as she breathes.
Encouraged, he runs his fingers along her bare, radiant thighs up to the hem of her skirt. She doesn't stir.
Crouching, he reaches up her skirt with both hands and hooks his fingers through the teasing thong. He rolls it along the steadily, the fabric passing between Amanda's warm thighs and the seat until at last it's down at her ankles. He lifts up each sandal-clad ankle in turn and gets the thong off.
He reaches out and brushes Amanda's pussy lips. The naive, passed out party girl is wet and in no shape to protest.
The subway doors open at the next station. |