I had just put my girlfriend on a plane for home. Unfortunately I was going to be spending spring break at school doing research. Ever since moving to Boston to go to grad school in History, I had been extraordinarily lucky with the ladies. The men in Boston tended to be rather effeminate, and while some chicks liked having a guy like them to talk to some chicks still liked the rugged Marlboro man type. I was from Tennessee and it showed. Not too many folks wear cowboy boots in Boston! And I had had a lot of offers during my first semester at school. But I had settled down with Emily, a Buffalo NY girl who appreciated the fact that I didn't buy into all that sensitive politically correct crap. Emily was amazing in bed, and I was actually beginning to love her, but she was going to be gone for nine days, and I wasn't looking forward to the blueballs.
Taking the subway back from the airport took almost an hour and I kept noticing all of the attractive women in their spring dresses fresh from the mothballs of winter. One girl in particular caught my eye. She got on my train at the third stop and sat right across from me. She was Latino with beautifully brown skin and a killer body. Her hair was red (obviously dyed) and kept back in a ponytail. Her legs were amazing and her high heels were open in the front showing a perfect pedicure. She must have money. I had to switch trains soon and thought that would be the last I saw of her. But she got off at the same stop and then got back on the same car of the same train I was on and sat across from me again. I made eye contact with her and her stare was so bold that I got embarrassed. Could she be following me? I had to make one more train switch and decided that if she got on the same train as I did again, then I would talk to her.
Sure enough she changed trains again and this time there was no room to sit and she stood right next to me. She was facing away from me but when the train began to move she bumped into my crotch with her rear end. I had to take that as a sign and I eased my crotch into her backside, not too subtle, but not obvious enough that it would cause a problem if she really wasn't interested. She sensed what I was doing an reached back with her hand that wasn't holding the railing and gently squeezed my cock through my jeans. Ok, now I had the go ahead. Any worries I had about cheating on my girlfriend went out the window. My stop came and went and I just stood there pressing my rapidly growing dick against her backside. When the train stopped a few stops later she glanced over her shoulder at me and licked her lips. I followed her off of the train and up the stairs to the street.
She knew that I was following her and kept up a quick pace for about five blocks. Finally she stopped at a door put in a key and disappeared from the street. I was about twenty yards behind her so I saw where she went in. This was my last chance to come to my senses and back out, but I just couldn't stop myself from ringing her apartment door. A voice came over the intercom. "Who is it?" said a sultry Spanish voice. "It's me, from the train." I answered feeling like a total yokel. "Come on up, its the third floor the door is unlocked." I nearly flew up the stairs and when I stepped into her apartment all I could see was a couch in a small living room with a couple doors off of it. She had lit some candles and sat a cold beer next to the couch. I heard a voice come from the other room. "Have a seat and enjoy a beer, I'll be with you in a moment." I sat there drinking my beer and checking out her apartment for about ten minutes. She was obviously a student like me. The furniture and books gave it away.
Finally she entered the room. "A couple of rules first" she said, "this only happens once. When we're done you forget about where I live and never try and contact me again. One final thing, I don't want to know your name and you don't want to know mine. So for convenience you can call me Maria. Do everything I say and this will be the best night of your life. Ok?" I just nodded yes and waited for further instructions. She was wearing a long robe and still had her high heels on. She went to the other side of the room and turned off the lights and put on some soft classical guitar music. Then she blew my mind by dropping the robe. She had on a white bra and panties (probably Victoria's Secret) and nothing else except her shoes. She looked amazing and her dark skin set off her ensemble perfectly. I didn't want to do anything to piss off this obviously very controlling woman so I just sat there in awe.
She started to dance to the music a little and kept her gaze on me the entire time. God, this woman was intense. "Can I ask you one question?" I said. "Just one!" she answered. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty four. Now no more question." She danced for a couple more minutes and then approached me and unbuttoned my shirt. "Pull it off." She said. I did what I was told and sat back again. She reached behind her and slowly undid her bra, but she didn't take it off completely. She slowly wiggled her arms until it fell off of her and let her amazing breast swing free. This chick had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. They were large, but perfectly firm. I didn't think that breasts like that existed anywhere but in playboy. She straddled me on the couch and began to rub them on my bare chest. Finally she made it apparent that I could suck them and I greedily dove into her nipples eager to get as much of her tit flesh into my mouth as I could. I sucked on one while I pinched gently at the other. He nipples stood out from her breasts almost a centimeter. God, how did I get this lucky?
