Chapter 3

Alicia could feel his eyes. Impossible, but she knew it was true. The touch of his gaze traveled between her parted thighs, leaving hot trails behind on the skin of her legs.

Warm moisture oozed out of her. It cooled as the air in the train carriage wafted between her thighs and over her thong-covered pussy.

It took Alicia an unexpected amount of courage to look back at the man. When she did, she knew exactly where his gaze was focused. A very slight smile played on his lips.

"I know what you're looking at, you filthy old man," Alicia thought. "I know exactly what you want."

And very calmly, Alicia moved her hips a little, scooting ever so slightly forward in her seat.

The wool of her skirt caught against the seat's upholstery, tugging it up just a little. As she moved she also felt the fabric of the thong pull tighter over her mound.

"Excuse me, dear. This is my stop, I think."

The voice so close beside her almost made Alicia jump out of her skin. The middle-aged woman in the seat next to the window stood up as the trained pulled into a station.

Alicia sat up and moved her knees to the side, allowing the woman to pass into the aisle with her many bags of shopping.

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