*For Zoe*
Saturday night in the city. I'm on my way home from another lonely night in the bar. At this point, I'm only a little buzzed, but I don't take any chances. I head for the subway. The chill of snow doesn't reach me while I sit in the underground terminal. I pull my cell out of my leather jacket. Past midnight. I lean back in my seat, and wait for the train to arrive.
Music plays in my earbuds, but I still hear the roar of the train long before it approaches. I get out of my seat, and wait patiently. As the train rolls up next to me, I see that most cars are surprisingly full. As the doors slide open, I step inside. All the seats are full, but the aisle itself has very few people standing in it. I grab onto one of the overhead bars, and glance around the train. Right before the doors close, I see her walk in.
The inside of the train was noticeably warmer than the outside, she noted. She pulled off her gloves, and put them in her handbag. Her boots clicked as she walked over to the middle of the aisle, and grabbed an overhead bar. She scanned the train, studying each face before moving on. About halfway through, she came across one man's face.
He was standing in the aisle, and his eyes jerked away when they saw she was looking at him. She smiled. Since he was checking her out, she returned the favor. Her eyes flickered briefly over his whole body, as she took in his attire. Jeans, white dress shirt, and a black leather jacket, with worn sneakers peeking out under the jeans. His features were strong, if a little plain. Black hair hung over bright blue eyes, which were still carefully averted. His head bobbed unconsciously to the beat of the music coming out of his earbuds.
She smiled to herself again, while adjusting her coat. When the train came to a stop at a terminal, she made her move.
I was still looking away when the train came to a stop. I decided to risk another look, and tried to see if that girl was getting off. To my surprise, not only had she stayed, but as she moved around to accommodate the comer and goers, she ended up standing right next to me in the aisle. I did another quick once-over. Oh hell yes.
She stood at around five eight, only a few inches shorter than me. Her boots clung to her calves, and went seamlessly over her tight jeans. Her black jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a low cut blue blouse that displayed her incredible cleavage. A necklace hung so low that it was in serious danger of getting lost in that valley. I'm no expert on bra sizes, but they were easily larger than her head, and milky smooth. Tearing my eyes away from her amazing breasts, I looked at her head. Long brown hair bounced around at chin level, framing a pouty mouth, and brown eyes that sparkled mischievously.
As I studied her face, her eyes met mine again, and I quickly occupied myself with the advertisements plastered on the train car walls. I could feel my face heat up as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Something about this girl was positively magnetic. I tried to focus on my music, and push her out of my mind.
This all went to hell when the train made a sudden turn to the left, and I felt her breasts push against my arm. They stayed there for an endless second, and then they were gone. I felt my face redden even more, as I used all my willpower to stare ahead. I didn't dare look at her, for fear of tipping her off.
The train jerked again, and her breasts came back, gleefully pressed against my arm. This time they stayed there, with my every nerve singing in joy. I tried to ignore them. I really did. I didn't think about how soft they were, pressed against me. I didn't consider their fleshy weight as they bounced in time with the train. I certainly didn't observe how warm they were, like a ray of sunlight coming through a window.
After about a minute of me not thinking about all those things, I slowly moved my elbow. I marveled at the texture of her breasts, how they rolled in response to my movements, and seemed intent on smothering it. I shot a quick look at the girl, to see if I'd overstepped any bounds. To my surprise, she was staring disinterestedly to one side, not even looking at me. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the hint of a smile on her face.
As my elbow explored the vast pillowy expanse of her chest, I felt her arm move. A second later, I had to stifle a cry as her hand touched my butt. Her long probing fingers fondled my ass, as I involuntarily tightened up. I couldn't see her face, but her hand seemed overjoyed at this new development.
I turned around, to go face to face with her. We stared into each other's eyes, our pupils dilated, and mouths desperately trying to hold back a smile. She didn't miss a beat, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging my ass. Her breasts pressed against my chest, with her cleavage seeming to go on forever. Her hands pushed my waist closer to her, until our bodies were completely pressed against one another. Despite my best effort, I started getting hard.
With my breathing ragged, I snaked my left arm up towards her chest as my right held on to the overhead bar for the both of us. Her eyes sparkled with approval as I groped her wondrous breasts. She adjusted her grip, so that one hand was wrapped around my waist. With her free hand, she brought it down past her hips, and put it in between us.
My heart rate shot up as I felt her hand slowly caress my stiffening member. Her eyes scanned my face for reaction as she explored my dick through my jeans. She rubbed slowly, but insistently, keeping a steady pace. I bent my head as I started getting harder. Her eyes smoldered, lips pursed together to contain her smile.
