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The Last Virgin

Date: 1/13/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

rummaging around in the side pocket of her beautiful black leather Louboutin shoulder bag and pulling out a small white towel. "And you definitely look wet, but are anything but a mess. Here have this," she said, handing it over the table to me. "You'll be even more gorgeous after a bit of dabbing with that. Use the towel as much as you like but I hope you stay wet at least somewhere. I'm Sarah by the way. Nice to meet you." "Thanks Sarah, I'm Katie," I replied, taking the towel, barely believing where the conversation was going. "And trust me, the towel will only sort out the wetness you can see," I added, giggling at the brazen way I'd replied to her 'wet' remarks. I could see Sarah continue to smile at me while I started to gently rub up and down the length of my hair. There was also a perceptible look of lust in her eyes as she watched me dry myself off. I began to think that maybe, just maybe, I'd get myself sorted out in a way I hadn't expected. "I'm travelling down to London for a trade exhibition at the Excel centre tomorrow. What brings you onto the train this late at night?" Sarah asked while I dabbed up and down. "I've been on a training course in Manchester all week. I'm on my way home via London now. And thanks for thinking the soggy version of me is gorgeous. You're not exactly seeing me at my best though. You on the other hand are truly stunning. Whatever you do, please don't move seats for more legroom." "Never," Sarah said. "You're stuck with me til London ... now. Anyway, if I move somewhere else I wont be able to look at you like I can now." We both blushed again, Sarah because of the line she'd just delivered, and I for receiving another fabulous compliment from her. "So, are you okay now?" Sarah asked as I finished with her towel and put it on the seat next to me. "Well I don't feel quite so bedraggled thanks, but my tights are still soaked," I replied, hoping my hair looked vaguely normal again. Sarah paused, smiled again and looked me straight in the eye. "Why don't you take them off?" "What! Here? Now?" "No one's going to see." "What about you? You're right opposite me." "I promise I won’t peek." Sarah paused again momentarily before adding, "Well, not unless you want me too." This time she added a very subtle wink with one of her gorgeous blue eyes to her sexy grin. "Okay, what if I wanted you to?" I replied, barely able to contain my excitement at where the conversation was going. Sarah thought for a second before replying. "Then I'd be truly flattered and I'm sure you'd find a way to take them off so I could see." If I wasn't still giddy with the wine from earlier I would certainly have felt giddy now with the flirts Sarah and I were sharing. Our talk was becoming ever more risqué and I had little self-control over my desire to push the flirts further. Even if I'd had some control, I don't think I'd have used it. "What would you like to see if you could?" I replied shamelessly. "You," Sarah said somewhat cryptically. "Which ...