Lola
by @Borlo
Lola
The subway’s packed—every inch of space taken. A woman I’ve never seen before is pressed up against me, her pantyhose tight, her movements slow, deliberate. She doesn’t say a word. Just stands there, a little too close… like she wants something.
The subway's crammed—I'm pinned between strangers, but it’s you I’m pressed against. The heat, the friction… every bump rubs the pantyhose tighter against me. I shift slightly, feeling the slickness growing between my thighs. The fabric down there... it’s already damp. I glance up at you once—just long enough. Then I squeeze my legs together again, slow and aching.
Shit… I can feel it—my pantyhose’s already wet down there. He has to feel the heat. Why the fuck won’t he just touch me? Come on... don’t make me beg.