This was insane! She couldn't believe she was getting away with practically raping this woman in public like this. Of course it<i> wasn't</i>rape. The woman had tacitly consented by returning twice, knowing what would happen. But that was kind-of beside the point. Had no-one noticed? Did no-one care? It was unbelievable. Surely they must be pretending not to see...<br/><br/>The old woman was standing with her legs too close together. The redhead was strong though. She exercised, and she was on a regular dose of steroids, designed to keep her metabolism functioning while keeping her blood pressure down. The older woman was heavy, though. But she would be able to achieve her objective. Hands gripped thighs, right at the top, pulled and lifted, just enough to force the older woman's legs apart, and lower her back down. The heat from between the soft thighs was almost scalding, and the young redhead wasted no time. Her right hand cupped the woman's mound, outside her panties for the moment. For today. Fingers stroke through the material, enjoying the heat and wetness, making the woman's panties even wetter. Feeling the soft hairs move under her palm, exploring the hot soaked folds of flesh beneath their flimsy, sodden covering.<br/><br/>Left hand returns upwards, opens the shirt again. She leaves the woman's right breast alone, exposed for all to see. Her red-painted fingernails dig sharply into the soft skin under the woman's left breast, just away from where it meets her chest, lifting, squashing, digging in, the nipple crushed against the heel of her hand.<i>You're mine. My play thing. If I order you to do something, will you do it? I wonder. Do I want to risk breaking the spell...? Maybe next week? Will there be a 'next week'?<br/>
</i><br/>The train rattled and jerked over points. They were nearly there. She felt the woman's heat, her desire. She was 'nearly there' too.<i>No... Not yet. Not today. </i>She stopped caressing, pinched the woman's outer labia together hard through the cloth of her panties. The redhead's left hand released the mass of soft flesh she'd been kneading and squeezing. She placed a finger on the nipple and pushed it in, pushed it as deep in to the mound as her index finger would reach.<i>I need to tell you, so you don't worry...</i>The train slowed. The woman's clothing was still open her breasts and panties displayed.<br/><br/>The redhead bit into the woman's neck again, hard, as hard as the first two times.<i>Mine!</i>"Not tomorrow. Friday." She whispered, and was gone as the doors behind her slid open.