She was standing on the platform reading a hardcover book, wearing this adorable yellow sundress and, unfortunately, a button-up cardigan. I leaned against the wall behind her, pretending to be absorbed in a book of my own, but mostly just fantasizing. And planning.
When we got on the subway, she found a seat. It was crowded enough that I could stand fairly close to her. I held onto the pole that rose up from her seat, standing with one foot between her slightly spread, shapely legs. She glanced up at me as the doors closed, but I kept my eyes on my book, and she soon returned to hers as if everything was normal.
I noticed, though, that she was breathing somewhat harder now, and I smiled to myself as I watched her breasts rise and fall from the corner of my eye.
At the next stop, more people entered the car, so I shifted my position slightly, moving my leg between hers even more, so that my knee just grazed the hem of her little yellow dress. She didn't even look up. But, once again, her breathing increased. Always a good sign.
I lowered my book so I could watch her boobs rise and fall with the excitement I had incited. That cardigan wasn't helping things though.... I tried to focus all my thoughts on getting her to remove it. But my power to control women worked mostly through spoken suggestions and commands, not actual mind-control (though I was trying to work on that...)
So when the mind-control didn't work, I decided to try suggestion. I turned to the man closest to me and said, "Hot in here, isn't it?" I couldn't resist a little skin-to-skin contact with her leg when I turned.
The man just nodded and looked the other way, but the effect on the girl was magnificent. Without looking up from the book in her lap, she slowly began to peel off her cardigan, flushing and breathing harder, as if the train were 100 degrees. There were exquisite beads of sweat forming around her parted lips and between those breasts, which I could now see a lot more of. Her blonde curls still covered too much though. I focused my thoughts on getting her to move her hair. This time it worked! She brushed her hair over her shoulder and turned the page.
Okay, maybe that was just a coincidence... but still, those boobs seemed to be rising and falling even faster now. I moved my leg in closer, pushing her hem up and brushing her inner thigh.
She continued reading. But was she breathing faster? I kept my leg against hers a while, watching her breasts rise and fall. Then, at the stop before mine, I repositioned myself, pulling my leg away from her thigh and backing up slightly.
She suddenly looked up at me, then looked away quickly, and back to the book, breathing harder. She then shifted positions herself, leaning forward (improving my view of those tits) and resting her thigh against my leg again.
That's when I knew she was mine.
I rubbed my leg higher up her thigh, then back down again, teasing her. Her other leg moved into an open position, as if inviting me in. Her cheeks were pink and her panting parted lips were red.
The train rumbled along, surely increasing her arousal with the vibrations. Suddenly the train stopped and the doors opened. "Sorry doll, but this is my stop," I whispered.
"...this is my stop..." the doll echoed breathlessly, standing up. She followed me out the doors, leaving that useless cardigan on the subway seat.
She seemed unaware of me as she walked up the steps and onto the street. I walked behind her to get a closer look at the ass I'd be enjoying later...
