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off, and thought she imagined the faint sound of wet tugging, but when
it grew louder she was positive the man was touching himself.
    She wanted to laugh. It was so hilarious that some old guy
wanted her eighteen-year-old body to the point he had to give himself a little
rubdown in the middle of night. But most of all she felt beautiful and wanted.
She suppressed a smile, and decided she’d mess with him further. Maybe show him
a little more skin so he would know exactly what he was missing out on, or if
he was bold enough he’d take. Before she moved, she made her silly grin fall
that she fought hard to keep from growing until there was no evidence she liked
his attention. Then she moaned again, sounding sexual, and lay on her back
while opening one leg. Then she thought, yep,
that’s my pussy down there mister. She wanted to laugh even harder, when he
temporary stilled his actions before gradually starting back up. His wet cock,
he noisily spanked while slathered with pre-cum, was loud enough she didn’t
have to concentrate on the noise to know he was busily stroking away. Maybe it
was totally wrong to think so, but she felt truly sexy laying there sprawled
out for some stranger who was moved by her sex appeal to such naughty actions.
She wanted his sex more and more by the second.
    His breathing continued to get louder. He sure liked to beat
it a long time! Maybe he was some kind of fiend that wanted sex all the time.
Megan heard about sex addicts liking to get laid some nineteen times from dusk
to dawn. She wanted to laugh; she was bunked up with probably the only pervert
on the train. She could definitely go for a few romps with him if that was the
case.
    He touched her leg with his thigh by leaning into her. She
felt the wiggling of his dick against her when he set his cock right on her
panties. A minute later, when she didn’t move, he lifted her panties at the
side of her leg just as hot cum trickled down between her open lips. She felt
so dirty, and not because she let some stranger on the train ejaculate on her,
but because his wet semen made her want to masturbate with his cum. The feeling
was so strong, she almost moved her hand toward her apex, but she couldn’t
muster the guts to let him know she was awake. Where was her bravery when it
really mattered? All her desire to sleep with him couldn’t be found when she
needed to act.
    She didn’t have long to agonize over her frustrations. The
stranger slowly began to inch down her panties obviously wanting much more than
to cum on her. He was careful and unhurried, not wanting her to stir. She held
completely still for him, trying her best to accommodate him. Little by little
he shimmied her panties down to her knees, while
cautiously moving her body until he easily slipped her legs free.
    She braced herself for him to crawl over her, and held her
breath knowing how terrible it was that she wished he’d fill her with his sex,
but he disappointed her. Instead of coming to her for sex, he delicately
unbuttoned her shirt, and slowly revealed her body to him. He went back to
breathing hard, obviously touching himself again. A few minutes later he
apparently couldn’t take it anymore. He folded the cups to her bra down, leaned
in close and licked her nipple with a light touch from the tip of his tongue.
She hardly felt it, but the cool of the air made her sensitive and without
looking she knew her nipples were getting hard. He was testing her limits, and
she was determined not to move or make a sound. She could slowly begin to moan
later but she feared if she did now he would stop.
    He kissed her nipple, and then licked it in circles.
Unhurriedly, he added one variation to his routine before daring to start over
and test how much he could take of her while she slept. Soon he had a pattern
of sucking on a nipple, kissing over to the other breast, drawing her other tit
into his mouth before licking the sensitive tip, and then scrapping his bottom
teeth on her taut