My feet were killing me! I had been walking all day and I was lost...in Queens.
It was my first trip to New York. I came too see the sights! Take a bit out of the big apple!
Why I decided to wear heels to do it...god only knows.
As I walked, a beacon of light shone ahead of me.
The Subway.
How can you come to New York and not ride the Subway?
I ran to the station as fast as my aching tootsies would carry me. 71st Ave/Forrest Hills the signs stated but I still had no idea where I was.
The city was whirring around me. The people moving almost as fast as the cars.
I heard the train before I saw it. Brakes screeching. A fuzzy voice on the speaker announced the route. I didn't care where it was going. Just that I didn't have to walk anymore.
I got in line with the crowd as we waited for the train to stop and the doors to open. The dirty, well-traveled smell of the train hitting me like a ton of bricks as I stepped through into the car and into a whole new hell.
No seats. Really why wasn't I surprised?
It was human Gridlock. Wall to wall people. I worked my way through the crowd toward the back of the car, just one person was behind me as I turned to the front.
I reached my arm up to grab the overhead railing, So I wouldn't go hurling into the bodies in front of me as the train lurched forward. Brushing against the man in front of me, while the person behind me bumped into me. I turned and smiled. And was very happy I did. He was gorgeous! About 5'7 with short brown hair. Thin framed glasses over his hazel green eyes, high pronounced cheekbones and broad shoulders quickly caught my eye as well as the incredibly sexy little smile on his lips in return to mine.
I quickly urned to face the front again as the train swayed along the track. A slight fluttering of arousal moving through my body as I thought of the man behind me.
A slight turn in the track and I bumped back into him.
"Sorry," I mumbled over my shoulder as I did.
Being this close, I could smell him. Feel his body heat all along my back .The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I turned my head a bit and inhaled his scent. Spicy, a bit erotic and kind of sweet. I liked it. I didn't know if it was his soap, cologne or after shave, but really it didn't matter. It seemed to suit him and thank god it covered the smells of the train around me.
My other hand went up to the opposing overhead rail as the train pulled into the next station and shuddered to a stop. People got on. People got off. Not really doing anything much to help the human gridlock but making us all shift a little bit. I was pressed into my friend by the surging crowd at least four or five times. Each time my whole body seemed to brush against his, sometimes lightly, sometimes harder as I tried to shuffle and make room.
The car, just as full as before lurched ahead with a hard jerk. This time I was mashed very hard against him, I heard the air leave his lungs as he hit the back of the car. My hands on the rail bracing myself as best as I could, I felt a hand on my hip, helping to steady me.
"Thanks," I said, my head turning slightly towards him.
"No, thank you," a sensuously deep voice whispered back.
He pressed a little closer to me. My breath came out with a kind of a whoosh and all I could get out was a slightly startled,
"Oh!"
I could feel the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock being pressed against my ass. I couldn't help myself, I pressed back a bit, shifting my hips. Smiling to myself as I heard a low moan escape his lips.
"You like that?" his voice was close to my ear, his hot breath teasing my neck, "what if I put you in the same predicament?"
He shifted his hips, sliding his cock against me as his hand on my hip trailed lower, hitting the top of my thigh at the back. My whole body stiffened under his touch and he chuckled at me but said nothing as I felt the back of my skirt being lifted slowly. Thank god there was no one behind him. I glanced around quickly; all heads were facing forward.
I turned and looked at him, my eyes huge while my mouth automatically opened to say something like, 'What the hell do you think your doing?,' But all that came out was an inaudible little squeak.
This was a long standing fantasy of mine, To be touched and hopefully brought off in a crowd. Sure I didn't know this guy. And yes I was in a strange city and riding in a dirty smelly train car. But all that just seemed to kind of fade away as I realized just how wet and aroused I already was.
"Shhh," he whispered as his fingertips traced playfully along the elastic at the back of my panties. "We don't want to get arrested."
My hands gripped the rails tighter, my legs spreading slightly of their own volition as his fingers teased me. Running over the elastic and lightly over the crotch of my panties. Thank god I had put on some good ones before setting out this morning.
I bit my lip, stifling a groan as my hips starting to roll slowly against his hand.
"Try to be still," he breathed to me as he leaned closer and nipped at my shoulder, "You little slut, you love this...you're already wet."
I knew I should have been insulted by the name he'd called me, but I wasn't, instead it made a little shiver run through my body.
His fingers slid over my cloth covered pussy, moving in circles over my clit. Then lower, pushing the moist material in between the lips of my sex.
