Over the next few days, Layla primped herself more than anyone should for work. She wore makeup that she would only wear when she was going out for a ...ight on the town. Layla wanted to get fucked and hard by Mr. Carrick. Each morning she went to work, she was disappointed to see Mr. Carrick not around. She casually asked Tami what Mr. Carrick did for the business acting as if she was interested in his job, but really she was taking mental notes on his whereabouts. Tami relayed that Mr. Carrick. As the train moved on periodically stopping & moving from various scheduled stations, I was blankly staring out of the window with no one to talk to and did not realize when I had dozed off completely.I woke up only when I felt someone brush my arm. I looked at my right to find a ordinary looking daily office-going woman of average built and around 26-28 yrs of age sitting beside me with her left arm slightly brushing my right arm. She was seated just like me with her Laptop bag resting on her. . I mean I can't help but see what condition you are in," she said very quickly. I treid to cover my penis to no avail, and she warmly said, "Hey - it's okay ... you're a healthy young man." She moved a bit closer to me and it was my turn to look her over from top to bottom. We both were silent for what seemed to be hours as we looked at each other, and our bodies. Finally, she asked, "Do you like my bra and panty?" My mouth was so dry no words came out, and I subconsciously began to stroke my. She resettled herself, standing up and making a bit of a production of rearranging her wrap-around skirt. When she sat down, Patrick soon understood why. Again, being careful of the presence of waiters, she guided his hand into the side of her skirt where the material overlapped. A little more creeping which she actively guided, and he reached what he thought was his target, the lacy edge of her stocking. “Oh, my darling, that is sooo sexy,” he said a little tightly, his breath caught in.