[Leopard]

Evie

Evie slid her hand from her thigh down between her legs, pressing a finger to her clit. The shock that jolted her body caused Evie to gasp, but she gritted her teeth and kept her finger in place on her clit, forcing her oversensitive pleasure spot to accept her touch.

After a few moments the pressure of her fingers became more bearable, and Evie slid her finger down through her slit to wet it - that didn't take long; she didn't even have to insert her finger before it was already slick with her juices that had leaked out all around her pussy from her earlier play. Bringing her finger back up between her flushed lips, Evie teased aside the hood of her clit enough to touch it directly, and began to rub against it in slow circles, sucking in deep, quick breaths as the tingling bright sensations began to pulse through her body once again.

Moaning to herself contentedly, Evie shifted her first and third fingers so that she could rub herself more casually using all three as she rolled about slowly from side to side on the train floor, pushing down with her feet and thrusting her hips up off the ground, arching and feeling the stretch through her thighs, loving the sensation as it enhanced her play.

Dropping her butt back onto the floor, Evie arched back and slid her free hand up behind her back and under her top, feeling about to get a grip on the clip of her bra, her movements made more haphazard by her attention being split as she rubbed her clit faster, completely forgetting that anyone could be looking in on her as she cavorted about on the floor. Finally she did get a good hold on her bra clip and deftly unhooked it, murmuring to herself as she felt the garment's pressure around her torso suddenly fade away.

Belatedly realising that she couldn't just slip her arms through the armholes of her t-shirt to slip her bra off, Evie had to force herself not to get lost in the pleasure pulsing through her body from her rubbing her clit, concentrating instead on how to get her bra off without getting up off the floor or stopping rubbing.

Well, shit, Evie thought to herself as realised that if she was determined to follow through on her little self-dare to get her bra off she was going to wind up essentially completely naked on the floor of the train compartment.

Still, the one thing that Evie had been told she was most well-known for was her stubbornness, her absolute unwillingness to back down once she'd decided to do something, and she wasn't about to change her ways over something as little as potentially being discovered naked, masturbating and defenceless on the floor of a train in a new country.

Rubbing her clit faster in anticipation of what she was about to do, Evie shuffled about on the floor of the train compartment as she used her free hand to tug her t-shirt up bit by bit over her torso. Her green and black lace bra was soon uncovered, and with a little effort she managed to get the shirt up over her left shoulder, where it tangled up around her head and thick, auburn curls.

A brief sense of urgency and panic shot up through Evie as her shirt took away her vision, the girl realising that she now could not see if anyone was watching her whether she wanted to look or not. Choosing not to look was one thing, but actually having no choice in the matter was entirely different.

As scary as the thought was, the rush of adrenaline and excitement only added to her arousal, and Evie shifted more of her attention to her fingers dancing over her clit, choosing to slowly work her left arm free of the shirt before her head, remaining blind to her public surroundings that she lay so exposed in. Once she did finally free her arm, Evie used the opportunity to pull her bra strap down from her shoulder and off, before flipping it neatly away from her chest to fall to her side.

However the right strap of her bra remained on, and Evie knew that there was no way to get it off short of sliding it all the way down her right wrist - where she allowed that stopping rubbing for long enough to take the garment off was only fair, as it was otherwise physically impossible - to remove it.

Giving her pussy a few quick slaps – which were really more like little pats - before returning to rubbing, Evie pulled her shirt up and free of her hair, immediately looking up to check that she was still devoid of an audience. Happy that her play continued to go unobserved - she wanted the element of risk, not to actually be caught and scolded or raped, or even just embarrassed - Evie shifted her t-shirt and bra the rest of the way down her right arm, pausing in her masturbation just long enough to slip her hand free of her clothing before resuming her play.

Even though her top had been pulled up for quite a few seconds now, the moment that it hit the floor beside her, no longer covering any part of her body, made Evie acutely aware of just how exposed she was now. She was lying on the floor, knees up, legs spread apart with one hand between them, her fingers mercilessly teasing her flushed, wet, aroused clit. She knew that even with her fingers at play, there was nothing covering her actual hole from view, or her tightly puckered asshole that her juices were dripping down over.

She was still wearing her shoes and socks, and technically her skirt, but it was flipped up around her torso, and the only thing that it was covering was her belly button. Which was nice for the sake of traditional modesty and all, but rather meaningless when her breasts and more importantly her crotch that the garment was meant to cover were all completely bared.

Feeling her second orgasm quickly approaching, Evie struggled with herself for a second, then pulled her hand away from her pussy, telling herself that she didn't deserve to cum against just yet. As much as she was turned on by the idea of being half naked, still dressed but her clothing pulled aside to expose her most private parts, Evie wanted to be completely nude.