She could feel wetness drip through her almost negligible patch of lace. The intensity of the tongue rolling threw her pussy into a tinsy and filled the room with her wild moans.
Sudden senses of awareness hit her and the soft whistle of the tube coming to a halt could be heard from a distance.
Shit!
The lust filled eyes were filed with fear and embarrassment when she realized she was dreaming on the tube. The few glasses of wine with the girls seemed to have hit her and make her feel like her whole body was on fire.
A pair of keen eyes had set its adulation filed gaze on Vana from the far end of the tube. Vana had missed seeing him tucked in when she had boarded a few stops before, but, up until now. Intensity of the gaze left her feeling bare yet glowing in the intensity.
A week later....
Gavin made sure to board, the same tube again next Friday, with a little flicker of hope of catching a glimpse of the seductress who had steam rolled all over him. Wonder what was louder his ill-fated heart beat or the silent chug of the tube. Vana was that breath of fresh air he needed in his upper class, stinking rich yet intoxicatingly complicated life.
He seemed drawn to her passionate rawness coupled with simplicity which he longed for in his own life. He found out, Vana was all of 24 born to overachieving parents and just starting her masters in human physiology at the prestigious University of Bath. Gavin could not stop thinking he had only 3 weeks to chase her, pursue her and have her in bed.
As he caught a glimpse of Vana from the corner of his eye, he wasted no second to walk up to her with a bouquet of freshly chopped carnations from his garden in her favorite color, a deep shade of pinkish wine.