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THE train shuddered, a low rumble beneath my ass, vibrating right up through the thin fabric of my skirt. I liked the feeling... It told me one thing... anything can happen.
My short skirt rode high on my thighs, a deliberate invitation to anyone who was willing to bend me over right here and now, and I got lucky. I caught his eye across the aisle, a flicker of dark interest in the stranger’s gaze. He was older, maybe forty, with a neatly trimmed beard and eyes that seemed to strip me bare right there in the rattling carriage. I gave him a slow, deliberate smile, letting my tongue trace the curve of my upper lip.
He rose, moving with a quiet confidence, and slid into the empty seat beside me. The scent of his cologne, a sharp, woody spice, filled my nos
