His hand was on the top button of my coat, and I had absolutely no interest in stopping him. His eyes were just so big and his smile was so friendly, and don't get me started on his body. I mean part of me was thinking "if he was a real gentleman he'd offer me his seat" and another part was saying "if he was a real gentleman he wouldn't be unbuttoning my coat" but at the same time I was saying "Fuck it. Who said we wanted a real gentleman?"

About the time I got done with that little internal argument I realized the first button was undone, and the second button was started, and the people on either side of me were stealing jealous little glances, but all I could concentrate on were those big strong hands and their deft little movements with buttons I can barely undo myself on a good day.

Poof! The second one was open like magic and he was staring up at me so proud of himself, and I was imaging that grinning, handsome, strong-jawed, twinkly-eyed face staring up at me from between my legs while he flicked me with a long, perfect talented tongue, and so help me instead of screaming, or slapping him, or doing something sensible, I smiled at him! Can you believe it? He's this guy undressing me in public and I'm smiling at him, and he's smiling back.

Obviously my smile was encouraging him, because I look down at his hands, and the right hand was unbuttoning the third button and the left hand was unbuttoning the fourth and last button, and ditzy little me, my one clear thought was "Oh Good Lord He's Ambidextrous."

Plus I was getting like, totally wet, you know? My nipples were hard, and my breathing was all panty. I was feeling a little faint or dizzy, or more probably just horny. My lips were dry, and I was licking them all suggestive like.

All I had to do was say stop. Right then. He would have stopped. I know he would. I didn't say it. I didn't even think it.

You know what I did think? You know what I said to myself in my head while he was opening up my coat with his left hand and slipping his right hand up under my blouse across my stomach toward my breasts? You know what I was thinking?

"Thank God I didn't wear a bra today."