Between my thighs, the man lost no time, burying his finger in my vagina, which was all wet; he moved it quickly, right away.Between my thighs, the man lost no time, burying his finger in my vagina, which was all wet; he moved it quickly, right away. I closed my eyes again, and opening them for a few seconds, I saw the face of the woman in front of me. She was observing me curiously, becoming aware that something was happening. This finger in me and the excitement it gave me made me lose all prudence; I moved my pelvis forward and backward, almost instinctively, imperceptibly, but enough that the woman felt it. She pressed more strongly against me, and began a light, oscillating movement. A wonderful pleasure was born--enhanced by this special situation--I managed to slip my free hand up against the lower pelvis of the woman and, outside of her skirt, I felt for her clitoris to rub it; her eyes were smiling at me. Fabulous. A finger in my sex from behind, and my finger caressing a woman in front of me, right in the middle of a crowd, who might discover everything, and cry out in scandal! I was going to climax, I knew this, surrounded by dozens of blind people. If they could only have guessed... At the next stop, the three of us continued as if nothing were happening. I imagined the man and the woman were as excited as I was, and had also abandoned all prudence. But how could we fear being noticed in this crowd, if we kept a certain minimum of apparent calmness and impassiveness? The woman's dress was a maxi with buttons in front; I easily unbuttoned the one above her sex--because I wanted to touch her skin--and passed my hand through the opening and placed it on her panties. |