Alina Rose, the sultry brunette, sits primly in the waiting room, her eyes locked onto the stranger across from her. Her legs are crossed, encased in sheer nylon pantyhose, the seam running up to her thighs. She watches him, a smirk playing on her lips as she slowly uncrosses her legs, recrossing them in the other direction. He looks away, but she leans in, her voice a husky whisper, "Touch me." He hesitates, then reaches out, his fingers tracing the soft nylon covering her thigh. She guides his hand higher, pressing it against her pussy, grinding against his touch. She captures his mouth in a passionate kiss, her hand wrapping around his, using his fingers to pleasure herself, rubbing her clit through her clothes.