A person enters and sits half-way down the car

"Damn it," the man muttered, pulling his hand away and hastily moving to the seats on the other side of the car. He waited tensely, praying that no one would enter.

"Damn it!" he muttered again as a man slipped into the car just as the doors began to shut. He was a young guy, probably the girl's age, but looked like a punk with all the tattoos on his arms and the piercings making his face looks like a porcupine had attacked him.

"Damn it," he muttered a third time as the youth threw himself into a seat facing them.

The man stared out the window intently, using the reflection and the corner of his eye to see what the kid would do. The boys eyes must have found Amanda's tantalizing form, but if they had she must not have been his type. After several long minutes the punk seemed to settle into sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Smiling the man inched his way carefully toward Amanda, carefully eying the young man, hoping that he would stay asleep. When the boy didn't make a move he figured the guy was asleep and sat cautiously next to Amanda, who was likewise comatose.

A moment of indecision struck him as he stared at her fat tits. Remembering her slick cunt he was tempted to go back to playing with that, but it had been ages since he'd seen teen tits in the flesh and these looked spectacular.

Glancing again at the boy he slowly lifted her top, revealing the lacey black bra beneath that cupped her breasts; his hands itched in envy. Even better, she was wearing a front-clasp bra. Obviously she must let lots of boys play with them, he told himself, wanting it to be true if only to satisfy his fantasies.

The boy stayed still, chin still down on his chest, hand still sprawled across his lap with his half-open cell in it.

The man smirked, thinking what an idiot the kid was to not check out this girl and turned back to his prize. With shaking fingers he fumbled with the clasp, holding his breath like its sound might wake her from a delicate spell.

"Wow," he couldn't help but utter as they popped free, and he froze. Neither the girl nor the boy reacted and he began to breath again.

He'd seen numerous breasts in his time, tons of them online or in magazines, and these ranked up there with any of them. Heavy yet firm and pert, round but obviously real, aureolas that didn't look like a birthmark gone wildly wrong but rather small and round, though the nipples themselves were remarkably thick and might've stood out farther than a normal girl's would.

Wishing he had a camera he reached to touch them, only to be startled by a change in speed. Realizing a station was coming up he dug into his pocket, digging out a swiss army knife. This was his station but he'd be damned if he went home empty handed.

Unfolding the largest blade he set it to the should strap of her bra, but something in him objected. He wanted a trophy, not a cut-up rag. A moment later he moved it to the strap of her top and began sawing with quick frantic strokes, trying not to wake her but above all wanting her bra.

One strap snapped and he moved to the next as the station appeared outside the windows. The more the subway slowed the faster he cut. The train came to a complete halt as he snapped through the other strap.

As the door dinged he frantically grabbed her top and pushed it down, covering the bottom of her breasts but leaving all but her nipples exposed up top. He didn't care, forcing himself not to stare, and in his haste went so far as to bend her sideways and grab her arm so he could guide the bra off one side.

The doors were opening as he began and were fully open as he finished the one side. A couple of seconds went by, his attention shifted to the other strap, but this time his job was much easier. The bell dinged, signifying the doors about to close as he yanked the bra all the way down her arm, yanking a cheap plastic bracelet from her wrist as he pulled the bra free.

Panties in one pocket and bra in his hand he barely made it out before the doors slammed.

Amanda continued to snooze obliviously.