[Leopard]

Evie

It soon became obvious to Evie that her panties weren't going any lower with the way she was sitting. While caution still clanged alarm bells in her ears - she may have been acting like some sort of confident exhibitionist, but Evie had seen no one all journey, and was fairly sure she could get away with anything in her compartment without anyone noticing - Evie decided that it was time for the next step in her game of daringness.

Shifting her weight to her upper back and heels, Evie lifted her ass up off the seat, and quickly tugged her panties down over her raised butt before dropping it again, leaving her underwear stretched teasingly across her thighs, just beyond the line that her skirt covered with the way it had ridden up from its usual and more modest position of mid-thigh.

Evie felt the kiss of cool recycled air between her legs, and was sure she must be very wet to be so sensitive. A glance at her half removed panties confirmed that fact pretty quickly, as the lining of the crotch was soaked. Her breath caught as a rush of shivering heat tore up through her chest and upper arms, lighting up her cheeks in embarrassment at the sight of her soiled underwear, and at the shock of just how exposed her pussy was to the whole world at that moment.

Her first reaction was to quickly grab hold of her panties to drag them firmly back up into place over her soaked crotch, but instead, completely contrary to the screams of common sense tolling through her mind, Evie instead jerked her underwear quickly up over her knees. With one quick, steadying breath, Evie let go, lying back on the bench and clasping her hands at her chest, telling herself that she had no way to pull them up now without it being completely obvious.

As she lay there, her breath coming heavy with the rush of her exposure, Evie felt the slow, tickling crawl of her panties as they began to fall down her legs.
Evie wiggled her legs to help guide her underwear down to her ankles, then lay back again. She stared up at the compartment door window as she lay across the seat completely exposed, her knees wide apart, her ankles joined together by her soaked pale purple panties.

It occurred to her after a moment that she had no idea what she would do if someone did look in, and that it would just make the whole thing more awkward, and that anyway, spending the entire duration of her exposure staring at a door waiting to see if she'd get caught kind of ruined of ruined the experience for her.

Instead Evie slowly but firmly closed her eyes.

Plunged into the semi-darkness of closed eyes in the daytime, Evie felt the rocking of the train beneath her, heard the endless clatter of the train's wheels passing over the sleepers beneath the tracks. She soon found herself straining her ears for any sort of sound of the door being opened, and quickly scolded herself for doing so; that was no better than looking at the door.
Wishing once again that she'd charged her mp3 player before leaving her former home in Paris - this time wanting to use her music to deprive herself of the ability to hear anyone walking in on her - Evie instead concentrated on the rock of the train, making the hypnotic thump and clatter of its progress her soundtrack. She also decided that it was time to up the ante on her personal game of daring.

Since her panties were already down around her ankles, Evie decided that her bra had to go next, and stay off until the train arrived at its destination. She would have made the dare until she was settled into her new room for the night, but the potential for offending school officials was much too important to her for even her currently aroused state. Still, if she wasn't going to keep her bra off while she walked around in public, it seemed only fair that she make the process of removing it more difficult.

No sitting up to get it off, Evie thought to herself, and one hand rubbing the whole time.

Not completely sure whether the addition of her hand between her legs was actually to make the task of removing her bra more difficult, or whether it was just an excuse to touch herself, Evie nonetheless slid her right hand down over her t-shirt and after a moment's hesitation, pulled her skirt right up over her belly, completely exposing her shaven pussy in a manner that could no longer be pretended as accidental in any way whatsoever. Not wanting to create a wet spot on the back of her skirt, nor to vandalise the train with her own juices, Evie pulled the back up her skirt up over her behind, exposing the lower half of her body completely. She then reached down and grabbed her already soiled panties from her ankles, stuffing them between her butt cheeks against the seat in a way that she hoped would soak up any leakage.

Feeling quite surprised at how much more exposed she'd gotten herself with a simple nod to practicality and courtesy, Evie found herself even more aroused than before. Her wet, bare pussy clenched reflexively. She wasn't certain whether she was imagining or actually feeling the blood pulsing through her lower lips and clit. Regardless of what was fact and what was fiction, one thing was for sure - she was quickly getting carried away in her own arousal.

Evie teased her fingers up and down her thighs, reminding herself once again that someone could walk past and look in, see her spread open and soaked like a common whore. Or worse, they might enter the compartment, smell the juices from her cunt scenting the air, and—

And what? What would they do then? Evie wondered as her fingers brushed over her pussy lips.