Michelle was standing in front of me on the subway. We had known each other for a few years and we're pretty good friends. When we were at parties we always had fun. We dirty danced and flirted but nothing ever came of it. Well, except that time that she was standing behind me and I reached up her skirt, rubbing her clit a few minutes until she came hard on my fingers. Of course, I didn't know it was her at first.
She would always tease me at the parties. A hot deep kiss or a caress of the groin but she never went further. She always bragged about the blow job she could give me but never did. She was a tease pure and simple.
Michelle was in her mid thirties and was showing signs of being her age. She was getting the little lines all women get from stress and life at her age. I personally thought it made her look better. She had a beautiful face and very pretty green eyes. Eyes as green as sea mist when the breakers are coming ashore. Her hair was very long and corn silk in color. It was soft as kitten's fur. She was about 5 foot and curvy. She loved to joke around. She had a comforting laugh. This was odd since her voice was deep and raspy from smoking for many years.
As we rode the subway, we laughed at some of the people that were in the car with us. Some people just in a rush but going nowhere and some lost in paperwork. She pointed out a young couple in the back of the car opposite of where we were. They were engrossed in each other and kissing passionately, as if the only two on the car. Then again everyone was so engrossed in themselves that nobody noticed, except us. They were kind of tucked into a corner, but we had a good view of them.
Michelle and I chatted about how they must have been so horny they couldn't wait to get home. They were kissing, caressing and generally getting off on one another. I pointed out how this girl was stroking the guys cock through his pants. Michelle pointed out that he had his hand up under her skirt. I could not help it, I was getting excited.
We stopped at then next station and a large group of people moved out of the car and an even larger group moved in. We shifted around as to not get trampled and wound up about ten feet from the couple. We were packed in tight like sardines. The couple looked up and noticed us watching. They said something to each other as the car began to lurch and leave the station. Without missing a beat, the couple went back to their public display of affection. Michelle and I went back to being the observers, now with a better view.
