She wore flip-flops with the toes painted an ironic “Trailer-Trash” green, some short shorts which were just short of being too slutty for school but which I knew were going to give her male classmates something to dream about, and one of those clingy tops with spaghetti straps.
The mom gave me an interesting look as she parted ways with her daughter at the station.
She flopped down and closed her eyes in a bored adolescent way.
She raised one foot up and placed it on the seat next to me.
If only those shapely legs would adjust a little more I would be able to see up those short shorts.The pretty foot and painted toes made me have to adjust my growing member as I gave the rest of her a closer look.What gave me more discomfort was what her breasts were doing in the chilly a/c of the train car.It wasn’t hard to see where her life had traveled: young and wild, young and pregnant, working hard now to make ends meet.The daughter seemed headed the same way, but on second thought, perhaps not.