Get Off At The Next Stop

The train came to a stop and upon seeing the doors open, Mackenzie in a frenzy tried pushing toward them in an attempt to get away from the crafty thieves. They had stripped the poor woman, leaving only her handbag, side tie panties, thigh high stockings, and shoes upon the poor ginger. Nobody seemed to care or notice her nearly nude display upon their faces, but plenty of grabby hands found their way upon her rear.

She lurched forward with all her strength exiting the train just in time for the doors to close, tumbling onto the station with her breasts squished into the concrete. She sighed with relief at having gotten away, reaching for her hand bag to help cover her lower regions. But when she only felt her shoulder, the color on her face turned to that of a ghostly white. There was no handbag that contained her train ticket, passport, and wallet. Mackenzie inspected downward and gasped slightly bringing her hand to now bared coochie.

The thieves had only managed to take the bag off her, but an elderly man ripped Mackenzie's flimsy panties off her after getting a good handful of bum and the fabric. He was currently sniffing the ripped fabric.

Now, Mackenzie was in the middle of Tokyo, no idea where, no phone to check, and nothing but her thigh high stockings covering her athletic legs.