I've been horny for days, and it's finally clouded my better judgment. In my desperation for sexual fulfillment, I've boarded this train by myself. I'm not looking for a relationship or any sort of commitment.
I'm not wearing any underwear. My skirt is just short enough to reveal my smooth, soft lips if I bend a certain way or left my skirt ride up my thighs. It's my way of begging to be touched.
Please, please.. I need to feel thick fingers slowly slide between my wet lips. When you dare to slip your hand under my skirt, I'll gasp in shock, but I want it. I'll bite my lip and spread my knees just an inch or two to encourage you, but I won't say a word or make eye contact. I'll let you feel my pussy.
I'm so wet. I tilt my hips to give you better access and glance around to see if anyone has noticed that you've got your hand up my skirt. Yes, there, behind me - next to you - two men are staring where your hand has slipped under my skirt.
I wonder if they can see my pussy. I wonder if they can see how wet I am. I wonder if they can see your finger rubbing between my lips.
One of them leans toward you.
"Is she wet?"
You nod. "Yeah, this pussy is wet."
"Can I feel?"
He must think you know me. He doesn't realize we're strangers, too.
"Sure," you reply, shrugging. You rub my clit with the tip of your forefinger and then pull your hand away.
I whimper, like I'm in heat, and hold still as this new guy lifts the hem of my skirt with one hand to expose my ass and pussy. Anyone who looks now can see my ass. Anyone at the right angle can see my pussy.
"Holy fuck," the new guys murmurs. Then he raises his other hand and slides it between my inner thighs.
"Spread your legs for him," you tell me.
How do you know I'm a submissive? How do you know I won't scream or fight you both off? Is it that I'm so wet?
I comply. I spread my feet just a couple inches, giving this new strange man all the room he needs to touch my pussy.
"Good girl," you praise.
It makes me wetter.
The new guy leans closer to examine my pussy and grazes his fingertips over my pussy lips.
"Mm, she's slick."
"I think she likes being touched by strangers."
"Oh, really?" The newer guy slowly slides a finger between my pussy lips, pushing over my entrance and over my clitoris. Then he slowly circles my clit with the pad of my finger.
My mouth drops open. I'm breathing harder now. I've never, ever done anything so risque, so bold, so sexually exposed... and I've never been so turned on.
The third guy scoots closer for a better view. He's holding his phone out. I'm sure he's videoing his buddy touching my pussy.
"Make her bend over so I can get a good shot," says the third guy.
The first guy looks up at me and we make eye contact for the first time.
"Be a good girl and grab that pole for daddy," he says, motioning to the handrail in front of me.
I hesitate. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Do I really want to push my pussy out for these men to play with - on camera no less? My pussy answers for me. I'm so wet. I can feel every rub of the stranger's finger on my clit. My entrance aches for stimulation. I need something inside of my pussy. I need for them to watch.
I nod and, slowly, bend to grab the railing. This new position leaves me bent at the waist, with my ass pushed out toward the three of you.
"Such a good girl for daddy." You nod at me, but you're not making eye contact anymore. You're looking at my ass as you lift the edge of my skirt and push it up and over my bottom.
I'm fully exposed to the three of you now.
"Hey," says the third guy as he moves his phone closer to my pussy. "Push your finger into her pussy."
The second guy chuckles. "Is that okay?" he asks you, as if you're my master.