This time of year she would normally have at least worn a blouse or sweater of some kind underneath it—but right now she was extremely glad she hadn’t. XXNX They were not—his arrival gate had been near the end of the concourse, which now seemed deserted–but in that same instant she felt his hands stop their sensuous motion and withdraw from under her dress. Still holding his gaze she unfastened and removed her coat, and then her scarf, and draped them over her chair. She writhed and squealed and moaned and babbled through her panties, to no avail. She smiled up at him, a little weakly, and he slowly bent down to kiss her. She noticed that she was barely breathing. After another moment she raised her arms, placed her hands behind her head again…and waited.
