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It's Sunday just before noon. We made an early run down to see an Impressionist exhibit at the National Gallery of Art, and were in and out before the crowds hit. Everyone else is headed downtown for brunch now, so we have the outbound train to ourselves. Still, you make me take the seat across the aisle from you.

We're facing the back of the car so we could look outside and see where we've been. But I'm not looking out the window. I'm looking at you. I'm watching you squirm a little, making your skirt ride up your silky thighs. You're twisting a little too much to indicate you're simply uncomfortable. Your skirt is climbing higher and higher.

Another couple gets on the train, an attractive woman and a man who's bald on top, but handsome. They can't see you for the back of the seat in front of you. I see you look at them, then back at me. And when I look back down, I can see your soft fur—- you're not wearing any panties! Shame on you! Thank you! Involuntarily, I run my tongue over my lips and adjust myself to accommodate my growing bulge. This makes you smile.

You mimic me, licking your own lips, and with both hands, lift your skirt completely out of the way. I can see your entire pussy, your soft, brown carpet of neatly-trimmed curls, your lips, slightly puffy and moist, and the sensitive bud peeking out from between them. I watch you fingers slip closer and closer to your feathery folds, almost moaning in anticipation (both of us).

Your middle finger slides down the entire length of your dewy fourchette, then disappears completely into your cunt. Your back arches and your eyes close, then open slowly, turning back to me. You blow me a kiss. I accept it, smiling, and blow one back.

Your finger reappears, shiny now with lubricity. You've obviously been planning to do this long enough to be aroused by the anticipation.

You lean back in your seat, sliding your ass forward. Your knees spread to accommodate the narrow space between your pussy and the back of the seat in front of you. Your finger begins to circle your clit. I can tell how sensitive you are by the way your shiver with delight.

Playing with your pussy in public has long been one of your favorite fantasies. You love talking about it. You've done it in the car, but never in the open like this.

Your other hand joins the frenzy, first one finger sliding into and out of your cunt, then two and soon a third, moving faster now, but not as quickly as the one pleasuring your little nub. You're going to come! I can see it in your eyes—the helpless look you get as your orgasm approaches, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

And now I'm glad I'm not sitting next to you so I can take in the whole view: a final thrust, you begin to jerk, your hands slowing down, losing coordination and your shoulders scrunching up toward your ears. I hear your breathing, your soft, delicate moans, and watch as you rock through your orgasm. I watch your fingers grow slicker and slicker with come, until at last, you hug yourself and giggle.

You reach out for me, asking me to join you with your eyes. I slide across into the seat beside you. Your smear your excitement over my lips and kiss me, tasting it, a kiss that goes on and on.

How many more stops to we have before we reach our own?