He massaged Sarah’s clit and leaned close to her ear “miss, can you hear me?”
Sarah made a noise. “Woah. Anal sex She’d only made it as far as her couch and slept in her clothes, which felt damp and sticky. When the subway reached Central Station it lurched to a stop. She yawned again, it’d been a long day and she’d probably drank more than she should have. She had no idea how she got so sleepy so fast. Turns out there was no need for explanation, Sarah never heard him. Dave’s fingers finally reached the top of her leg and brushed up against lace, the girls panties presumably, he stroked his fingers along the lace to the thin strip of fabric between her legs, he moved his fingers up and down over her clit area and applied slightly more pressure with each brush. Sarah was 27, 5’5” with shiny brown hair down to her shoulders. She had heard snippets of the couple conversations that night and the guy did seem like a big douche bag .
