It was strangely cold, not least on her upper thighs, which were bare above her stocking tops and exposed to the small gusts that wafted up under her ...kirt as she walked, and she soon felt her nipples harden under her shirt in sympathy. A thin mist hung low to the ground, highlighted by the anaemic platform lighting, and small eddies began to swirl as the train beside her hummed back to life and began to inch forwards out of the station. She picked up her pace a little, her stockings swishing. I couldn't help myself, I had to try them on, not for the first time, they fitted to perfection. I then tried on the other pair, these were dark blue and her aroma was far more pungent. It crossed my mind that she had been masturbating in them, I don't know how I stopped myself from having a wank in them. I heard a sound downstairs and decided I had better get out of her room. If she caught me again she said she would tell our mother. My older sister was far more accommodating and would let me. I seem to have found an exhibitionist streak in me. I kept turning slightly and leaning forward showing him just a little bit more of my breast. He seemed to like it."Sylvie burst out laughing. Repeating Marion's last words."He seemed to like it! Oh Marion, that is the understatement of the century. He would have loved it." Sylvie was quiet as she sipped her coffee. Then she asked. "Where do you want to go from here? I mean with Guy."Marion had already thought about that."I would be telling a. “Come here.” His tone had changed to one that offered no doubt who was in charge here. I stood and walked over in front of him. His strong hands gently pushed my hips until I sat on his desk. My heart started pounding anew. He pushed my skirt up and my legs apart, exposing my black panties, which weren’t completely dry. A single finger traced the center of my mound, and a shiver ran up my spine. “I’m going to take your ass tonight, but I want to get you more relaxed first,” he murmured as he.