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Heather and Tina are displayed at the Lodge (part 2).
As I glanced up and down her body, I saw her perfect frame with curves in all the right places. I caught the outline of her bikini panties through the free-flowing blue skirt she was wearing -- which matched her shoes in hue -- as she walked down the stairs. They entered a subway car, and I followed right behind.
Not to look too obtrusive, I selected a seat diagonally from them. The guy was sandwiched by the two beauties, but not for long. Sitting across from me were a pair of guys who looked like they were from the rough part of town. Turns out that blue skirt knew him, and as we were pulling out of Alewife station, she noticed him and went over to hug him. She sat down to his right, immediately across from me, and struck up a conversation.
It was here that I got an even better look at her: along with the blue skirt, she wore a tight spaghetti-stringed tank top, which clung to her upper body like a second skin. Her breasts, which I estimated at a high C-low D cup, were straining against the material. If she hadn't been wearing a bra with it, I'm sure her nipples would have been poking through, as the subway car was perfectly air conditioned.
Not that I would have been complaining about that. I quickly imagined her with her top off, with my lips securely wrapped around the tasty nuggets of her breasts. I could visualize my tongue circling them while my hands got to know every curve of her. Usually I'm an ass man, but her breasts were just too inviting to ignore.
Snapped out of it by the subway rocking, I looked at her again. She was running her fingers through her hair as she was talking to him. She did this several times throughout their dialogue.
She sat cross-legged, and it was then that I realized that I wanted her legs uncrossed. I had earlier detected the bikini panties she was wearing and I knew I wanted to see a little more of them. But unfortunately, her legs stayed closed.
I began to think of what it would be like between her tanned thighs, licking at her pussy. I would have enjoyed seperating her, licking feverishly. Nibbling at the inner pelvis while she was writhing under my skilled tongue. Sliding fingers slowly in and out of her, only speeding up at her command. My tongue slipping around her clit before dropping my mouth securely around it. It would have been incredibly sexy and erotic, had it been reality. I left the subway without a word to her as the Charles/MGH stop, the Longfellow Bridge and the Boston skyline came into view.
Later that night, I returned to the subway laden with my sisters' belongings: she had arrived at Logan Airport the night before and was staying one more night in Boston before coming home. Even with the sun down, the heat and humidity were unbearable: I was dripping sweat, dragging her luggage and my nephew's car seat under my arm -- the things I do for some people. About 30 seconds after I sat down on a bench, a young woman of about 21 had arrived on the outbound platform, the same platform I was on. She was relatively attractive and had a very sexy body, yet I thought she appeared shy. She was wearing a blue dress which had thin spaghetti straps and was squared across the top about two inches below her neck, stretching down the length of the woman's form to just above her knee. Her ample breasts protruded from the material, her blonde hair was tied back in a neat pony tail. She had soft, blue eyes which were wide open, taking in her surroundings. She had pouty lips, ones that would look good sliding over the subway train in my pants.
As we boarded the newly-arrived train in front of us, I allowed her to enter first. She sat a few seats away from me, yet I stood because of the extra luggage. I stole quick glances of her as the train rolled outbound from Boston, yet the thoughts of having sex with this girl weren't the foremost things on my mind. I'm sure with sweat pouring off me before sex wouldn't have been as much of a turn on for her.
A few stops into our ride, the su