Kay steps onto the L car and carefully looks around. It is the last car of eight so it's more or less deserted. The man she followed on was seated in one of the side seats, which meant he was facing the seat across from him. She opens her coat revealing her tight black sweater, which shows off her generous bust line. She makes sure to hike up her skirt as she sits across from him so that the hem rests on her knees. Her panties and stockings were in the waste basket back at work. Considering it was winter and snowing, she was a bit chilled. She studies the man for a moment before she begins.
Her Master had ordered her to play with herself on the L and to make sure someone saw her. He hadn't said anything about finding someone ugly or finding someone handsome, for that matter. The man she chose was closer to handsome than ugly. He is about 5'7" with brown hair that's off the collar, but still longish on top. He has a goatee and mustache and is reading a book called Socialism in the Post Cold War Era. He is obviously a college student, but with a tighter stomach and broader chest than his kind of student usually had. There is a hint of danger around him that she found exciting as if he was an arm chair socialist ready to spring into action with an AK-47 if the revolution actually got around to happening.
She glances around the car. There was only one other person on the car with them. A pixie-faced girl who is talking to her fiancé on her cell phone is seated facing them, but she is further down the car. Kay holds a paperback book in one hand and stares blankly at the pages. Her other hand rests on her knee and slow pulls her skirt up. She glances at the man. He's reading his book. She pulls her skirt a bit higher and sighs audibly. He glances up at her. She smiles her dimpled smile at him. He does the masculine flicker up and down her body. He sees up her obviously lifted skirt. She sees him chuckle silently and return to his book.
She pulls her skirt up further and fingers the folds of her pussy with light spider-fingers. She is so excited. Her pussy is soaking wet and her nipples stick out nearly through her sweater. She is breathing shallowly. She rubs her clit, feeling it throb, enjoying her shamelessness. She feels like such a slut. She pushes her finger into her luscious pussy and sighs again. It feels so good. She can't believe she's doing this. She glances at the man. He is watching her now. Frankly, openly. He has a knowing mocking smile on his face. Enjoying her show, but at the same time he thinks less of her for putting it on. That silent contempt fuels her excitement. She plays on.
She drops her book and uses her free hand to hold her lips open while she rubs harder. Two fingers are up her snatch now. Oh my God! She thinks. She looks at her audience again. His pants show a huge hard on. Suddenly she realizes pixie-girl has stopped talking. Kay glances at her. The woman is staring at her open-mouthed. Kay kisses her lips toward her and then licks them. Pixie-girl starts whispering into her phone. Kay closes her eyes and goes back to her play. The man is still staring at her. He seems oblivious to Pixie-girl's shock. He unsnaps his pants as an invitation.
"This is Belmont. Doors open on the left at Belmont."
