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The Last Virgin

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

bit?" "Do you really want me to answer that?" "Yes." "I could make us both blush again if I answer." "Make me blush. I want to know." "I'd like to see your panties Katie. That's um...if you're wearing any?" "I'm wearing some...for now at least." "So, tights off?" Sarah asked, daring me a second time to remove them. I stared into Sarah's eyes for what seemed like an eternity as I weighed up just how daring I was prepared to be. I'd been insatiable all week lusting after Abi Hames' body, so the decision was a very easy one to make. Without breaking eye contact I stood in my the seat, lifted each side of my skirt and pulled the top of the tights down over my hips until they were bunched around the top of my thighs. Sarah sat forward in her seat so she could see over the top of the table. She smiled at me one more time before shifting her gaze from my eyes and down my body to my legs. I took off my shoes, sat, then slowly dragged the tights down, lifting one knee and spreading my legs a little once the tights had passed it. I ensured Sarah had a clear view of the tops of my thighs and the front of my beige lace panties. The fact I was wet had never been in doubt, but when I looked down I was even more turned on to see a wide damp patch had spread across the front of them. "Oh, Katie. You're gorgeous. I can't believe you just did that," said Sarah. "And that doesn't look like it's from the rain," she added. "Nope. That's from looking at you," I replied. "Your panties are very ... sexy, Katie. Do you think they'll stay on if I do this?" Sarah asked, tilting her head to the side and peeking coyly through some strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. With that, I felt her toes, encased in her sheer nylon stockings, start rubbing seductively up and down my bare calf under the table. "Maybe they might. Or maybe not," I teased. "Okay, what about if I do this?" asked Sarah, as her toes rubbed a little higher up my leg until they were caressing over my knee. I was just about to answer when the train slowed and pulled into Birmingham New Street, the only stop on the trip to London. Sarah withdrew her leg from under the table and sat patiently as the two giggly girls walked past us down the aisle and got off the train. The carriage was now empty except for the two corrupt bankers sat down the far end of the car, both of whom were still engrossed in their laptops. Once the train had left Birmingham the toes quickly returned to my leg, rubbing ever higher up my inner thighs. All the time we exchanged nothing but glances, both content for Sarah to explore me in silence. We both slumped down in our seats until the tips of her toes were wiggling and pushing against the damp spot on my panties. I widened my legs a little, allowing Sarah's toes to caress me just that little more firmly. She took full advantage, pushing her toes over my wet and puffy labia through the rough material of the lace. Sarah eventually broke the silence. "Panties Katie. How about ...