Cindy was a college freshman. Blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes and a good body with extra large breasts, she was a looker all right. But still so innocent and inexperienced. A Catholic girls high school education helped ensure that.
She'd dated some, kissed a few boys, but always stopped the action before it got too hot. Cindy was what you'd call a "good girl." She also hated telling the priest in confession about anything sexual. That priest at her church seemed to enjoy hearing stories about touching and the "impure thoughts" of an 18 year old, so it was just easier to be good.
However, a train ride home from Manhattan to Brooklyn on the New York City subway system one evening changed her life for good.
She stood at the pole on the crowded train, one arm full of books, the other wrapped around the pole. She was thinking about one hot boy in her literature class - Brian. He filled her up with all kinds of tingles and strange feelings she'd never felt about anyone before.
As she stood there in deep thought about Brian, she began feeling warm inside and began to feel a tingle in her pussy. As the train began to twist and turn through its underground tunnels, she felt something that she knew was not her imagination. It couldn't be. It felt like a hand, purposefully working its way up her leg.
Cindy panicked. She had heard of the perverts that ride on the New York City subway system. She wanted to tell him to stop. Or to shove him away. But, she was too embarrassed to draw any attention to her plight. And a little bit of her, to her shock and amazement, actually was enjoying the experience.
