Imagination
I have been watching you for the last two hours, the scenery outside the window of this compartment is moving by at the leisurely speed of this local train. I have not noticed any as my eyes had been busy roaming up and down your body. You have had my attention ever since you entered my compartment but you haven been so busy reading your book that you have not noticed. I my mind I have undressed you so often that I know every detail of you wardrobe, imagined or real.
The red summer dress that you are wearing with the zipper that catches right underneath your shoulder blades, once unzipped though it slides off easily revealing a matching bra and garter set, attached to the garter belt are a pair of skin colored stockings. The bra unhooks easily and reveals your ample breasts. My hands want to feel them and hold them but I refrain, my fingers move lightly down your body brushing your stomach to come to rest at your hips. I pause and decide to move lower, down along your legs. I lightly hold each foot as I take off your shoes. I feel the shape of your feet brushing, almost massaging the arch of each foot and rolling the toes under my fingers.
My hands wander up along your legs to your panties they slowly pull them down revealing a smoothly shaved love triangle. I let my fingers roam around your hips and thighs before the open up the clips of the garter with the slightest click. Freed from the constraint of the straps I roll each stocking down each leg with my fingers fluttering along the insides of your calves. I try to be careful and not rip them, that would be a shame. I set them aside to admire you only the garter dressing you much more like and accessory. This is how I think how you deserve to be undressed and how each piece of clothing on your body should be give the proper respect.
The train is slowing down and you look up from your book straight into my eyes, I give you a friendly smile without reservations and you reward me with a shy one as you get up and gather your belongings.
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