It was really late at night, and I hadn't eaten all day. I just went to the first place that had lights on inside. And for the first time in about 20 years, I recently went to a Subway restaurant. I don't know why I haven't gone, maybe I just lost interest after working in one for years. As I went in, it didn't seem that too many things had changed. I went through slowly, reminiscing about the amount of time that I had worked there. I looked at the layout, the tables and benches, the silly (transit) subway maps, and the layout of food behind the glass. Maybe I was more out of it than I thought, because a loud "Excuse me sir!" jerked me out of a daze.
Slightly embarrassed for being speechless and not paying attention, I couldn't look at her right away. Finding my voice, I asked "Can I please get a hot turkey breast on white, 6 inch bun, with..." and I finally looked up at her, and my voice immediately left again; I was shocked beyond belief! A beautiful young lady, who couldn't have been more than 25, was almost the spitting image of the last lady I saw in a Subway.
I was immediately taken back in time, and I was 23 again. I was back in uniform, standing behind the ingredients bar, watching my mysterious lady friend leaving for the last time. She wasn't my girlfriend, my wife, college friend; I guess you would just call her a fling. Still, it was the weirdest and most intense sexual relationship I had ever had. Except that we never had sex. I never knew her name, and she never knew more than my name badge said.
One day right before closing time, while I was in the back room prepping for the morning shift, I heard the door 'ding' telling me someone came in. Kind of upset because this would make more cleanup, I took my time. Standing at the counter was this beautiful older lady, maybe about 40. She didn't say anything, she was just staring off into space through the tomatoes. I asked what I could get for her a couple of times, but she just wasn't answering.
Losing patience, I said "Excuse me miss. Can I help you?" She finally looked up at me, and I saw that while very good looking, she had many tear marks running through her makeup. Now I felt bad, so I asked "Are you OK? Is there anything I can do to help?"
She took a deep breath, and said "I'm sorry, I'm just a wreck. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and he kicked me out of the house. I'm on my way to a girlfriend's but I just had to stop for a minute to calm down."
I saw how this was bothering her, and I just couldn't be a jerk and throw her out. "I have to close up soon, but I'm not kicking you out. You can stay here for a little bit and calm down. I need to go clean up in the back room for a few minutes, but I'll be out shortly." I gave her a cookie, a soda and a pile of napkins, hoping that would hold her over while I as gone.
I was in the back room for maybe two or three minutes when I heard her walk back. I started to say she couldn't be back here, but she quickly said thanks for the snack, and she still had some napkins with her, occasionally dabbing at her eyes with them. She said "I'm sorry, I know I can't be back here, but I had to talk to someone. My boyfriend will just yell, my sister will just tell me to dump him. Can you please just listen?"
Putting the mop away, I jumped up on a counter next to her. Taking a deep breath, she said that she caught her boyfriend with another woman. They weren't having sex, but it was close. She ran from the room with her boyfriend chasing her, but she never saw the other woman again. Starting to tear up again, her voice got tighter.
She continued "He said the reason he was with another woman is that I was not having sex with him anymore. I'm just so busy with work, and there is so much happening every weekend, there just isn't time anymore. He was even accusing me of cheating on him. He said that I was sleeping around, and that's why I didn't have time for him anymore." She couldn't talk well then, she was just crying, looking so pitiful.
I just reached out to her and pulled her to me, just putting my arms around her. She put her head on my chest, just crying. I couldn't help myself, my body has a mind of it's own. I'm sitting on the counter, and she's standing in front of me leaning in to me, and I didn't notice before, but that put her boobs directly on top of my crotch.
The shaking of her body shook her boobs on my cock, and the inevitable happened. She had stopped crying, but she hadn't moved her body. Looking up at me, her eyes narrowed, she asked "Is that what I think it is? Does my pain turn you on or something?" I replied that "No, it's not the pain. It's because your boobs are rubbing and bouncing on my cock."
She looked at me for a moment longer, then slowly took her arms from behind me. Looking down for a moment, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Looking back up at me, she said "these boobs? You like them on your cock?" I was still in serious shock, I could not believe this was happening.
My body seemed to be frozen, all I could do was to nod my head 'yes' at her, my eyes not leaving what I could see above the bra. She asked "Do you want more?" Once again, just the nod was all I could do. She let her shirt fall to the floor and asked again if I wanted more. Nod. She took my hands and put them on her shoulders. "If you want to see more, you will have to help."
Not needing any further talk, I slowly pulled the bra straps down, letting her breasts rest on my pants. All I could do was stare, noticing how my cock had grown more, and was holding one of them higher than the other. Pulling her arms out, she took my hands from the straps. She said "You got to see more, but now it's my turn."