Sarah Decides - Clothes

Everything in her being is telling her to stay clothed. Sarah **** her mind to think logically, at least clothed she could make a quick getaway. If she was allowed one...

Besides, Sarah didn’t want to be caught without clothes on while doing anything dirty. After all, this was still a public setting.

Still thrusting against his hands, she **** her mouth to move and make a sound other than breathless moans.

“I’ll do it with my clothes on,” she breathed, glancing over her shoulder to see his lips start forming the words of the last number. She was so close to having him decide.

“Are you sure?” He asks, curling his fingers while they were so deep inside of her.

Sarah squeaked a, “yes,” as the stranger continued to play with her body, pinching her clit for a final time.

He chuckles deeply in her ear, “oh, I was hoping you’d say that.” Then he pulled back, retreating from Sarah and letting his body fall back as his hands settled at his side. “Let’s begin then.” It wasn’t a question. A statement. A statement that made a pool of dread build in Sarah’s stomach.

What’s the worst he could do a bus?