Her thigh quivers as you stroke it. Under the cover of her jacket, none of the other people on the bus can see your fingers against her bare flesh. Only she knows you’re touching her there, your hand riding higher and higher on her leg.
She looks at you, her eyes pleading for more. You know she can’t make a sound, not when the two of you are surrounded by so many other people. You’re not sure if she’s capable of it.
She bites her lip anxiously, and it stirs something deep within you. Yes, you decide. You’re going to finger her right here, right now. In the middle of the day, in the mi... Show more