It was so hot, that even the weather-man on television had no adjectives to use in describing the temperature. It was also one of those days though, that despite how hot it was, you just needed to get out of the house. Living in New York City, no matter what the temperature is, you can find something to do. For me, it was finding new restaurants to eat at. But this day, I was just in the moods for a good spare-rib dinner, and were else can you find such a place, but in Harlem.
I left my apartment around one thirty in the afternoon, walked five blocks down and caught the up-town "C" train to 125th and St. Nicolas Ave. There you will find the most amazing Soul food in the country. To my surprise though , this day happen to be apart of the owner three week vacation. So the place was closed.
As I walked back to the sub-station angry at myself for not calling ahead, and just out and out hot from the One hundred degree temperature, I began to think about my life. I mean, I am a very successful entrepreneur, I have an apartment across from Central Park, I'm not that bad of a looking guy, and the highlight of my day and days are to find new restaurants. What the hell is wrong with me? I should by now have a wife and kids, or at least a girlfriend. I don't know, I just don't know.
I walked down three flights of steps to get to the train platform, threw a token in the turn stile and walked over to the end of the platform. I rested my body against a iron support beam, and just stared into space, thinking about my life. I'm not the type of guy that goes around fucking everything in a skirt. I don't have any illegitimate kids, I have a nice personality, but yet no woman catches my eye. I mean they do, but for some reason, I just feel so insecure walking up to a stranger and asking her out.
As I stood there thinking, this young woman walks down the steps of the station, she wore a very short skirt, and one of those handkerchief tops. She had long curly hair, her skin was naturally tanned, and smooth to the eye. She also wore a pair of open toe sandals, her toes were well done in a French stile, I don't know what to call it. From her physical look, I knew right away, that she was Puerto-Rican. Let me tell you, I love Puerto-Rican woman. There is just something about their look, but it just make me so weak.
I just stared in awl, at her beauty. A voice in my head just kept telling me to go over and introduce myself. But my heart, racing a million, miles per second would not let me. She glanced over at me, probable feeling me undress her, and gave me a very polite smile. I took that as a green light, so I walked over and introduced myself. She looked at me with this, look, like she was saying, "get the hell away from me!" That look, the words of the look, ripped my heart out. My whole manhood, was just undermined.
So I walked back to the iron beam and leaned there waiting for the train. A few seconds later, I felt a stiff breeze flow through the tunnel. I looked at this woman and her hair, blew with the breeze. My heart just kept pumping. God! I just wish, I had the guts to say something else to her, or just to ask her out. "DAMN!"
The sub-car stopped and I entered in one door and she entered in through the other door, of the same car. Being mid-day the train was packed with tourist commuters and just every day New Yorkers. I leaned against the door thinking, I should just take this all the way to Brooklyn and get something to eat at "Juniors" a place for great corned beef sandwiches and cheesecake. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them again, I noticed my girl pushing her way through the crowd. She squeezed her way to were I was and stopped about ten inches of me. She stood there, not saying a word, but her body language, was telling me to take her. I honestly did not know what to do. We looked at each other in the eye, and just stared. The train made a jolting stop, and she was pushed to me by the crowd. I grabbed her by the waist, with both hands. I then just basically told myself "DO SOMETHING!" So, I did. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips very lightly. Then I leaned up proud of my boldness and looked at her. She didn't say anything. But again, she gave me a look as if she was saying, "WAS THAT IT?" Feeling that she wanted more, I leaned back down and kissed her again, this time, long hard and with a lot of tongue. I moved my left hand and grabbed her ass, pushing her to me tight. My right hand I moved up and down her back. Her skin, "OH GOD!" Was so soft. I had to hold back from doing anything else because we were in the middle of a crowded sub-way car. Even though I really don't think the people would have given a damn, if we just got naked and fucked, IT' NEW YORK!
The conductor, announced that the next stop would be " 72nd and Central Park West."
"This is my stop. You want to go to my place and fuck?" I don't know what got into me, but I never have asked a woman that before, even those I have fucked. Basically the come to my apartment, and clothes come off. I inherited an apartment on Central Park West from a Uncle, and guys if you ever come into money, invest it in a apartment or any real estate. Woman will give you anything if the know or even think you have some money.
I live about five blocks down from the station stop, and normally I walk but I wanted to get home as quick as possible. I hailed a cab, and told him the address.
"That's right down the street!"
"Listen I'll give you fifty dollars, just get me there!"
We got in the back, as soon as my door closed, she leaned down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my throbbing cock and began to suck it. I closed my eyes, and let out a light, "OHH" With my left hand I pulled up her skirt exposing her smooth bare bottom. "No underwear, I love it. I spread her legs and fucked her pussy with my fingers. My other hand, I grabbed her hair and moved her head up and down on my cock. After about a minute of her warm breath and her tongue ring on my cock, I came in her mouth. I pulled her head up by the hair and moved her face on my squirting cock. Her beautiful face had spots and strings of cum on it. Just as I shoved my shaft back in my pants we pulled up to 25 Central Park West. The cabby stopped and I gave him a fifty dollar bill, I must be horny for me to pay fifty bucks for a tree minute ride.
The doorman opened the door for us and we walked into my building. Now even if this girl had no intention to give me some pussy, walking into my Italian marble, polished brass and ebony wood trimmed lobby, she was. There was something mystical about this place. I've had married woman come on to me, in front of their husbands who've come her. Just the address alone, will get you any woman. "THANK YOU UNCLE CHARLIE!"
We entered the elevator, and when the doors shut, she turned to me looked at me in her cum covered face and grabbed my pants crotch. I put my hands on her neck and untied her top. It fell to the floor. Her chest was small but I like that. Her nipples were thick and erect. I squeezed her right tit, leaned down and engulfed her breast. I then lightly bit the nipple. I pushed her body down to were she kneeled in front of me. I unzipped my pants, and stuck my wet, throbbing cock in her mouth. As she began to suck, my head went back and I began to think that, who ever invented the tongue ring was a perverted genius, because the way it rubs up and down the bottom of your cock feels unbelievable.
