The very next day, Sheila awoke to the sound of utter silence. This was of course ridiculous, but when she walked naked to her window that Saturday morning, the construction crew was gone, the crane had driven off, and the empty office building across from her looked ghostly to her. She could still feel the ache in her mons veneris from the pressure she had exerted in fingering herself, and her pussy lips were puffy as if from a good pounding. It was as if he had been a dream, a physical manifestation that had existed only in her subconscious but had left tangible evidence of its entry. Even as she bathed, her fingers treaded very carefully over her sensitive clitoris.
Sheila walked naked towards her large closet selected a red mini skirt and a white halter-top. She liked the way her nipples poked out of the thin material when she stood near an air conditioner, or had to sit in a cold room for a long time. She didn't bother to wear any underwear today, since she wanted to air her cunt out, but slipped on her black high-heeled shoes and grabbed her purse from her dresser. As she walked down the street she received the customary growls and catcalls from the more unsavory characters that lounged on the block year-round.
"Woooooh! Looks like today's my lucky day, guys. Quick, fetch me the Viagra. This one is hot! "a pudgy middle aged man croaked from his perch upon a milk crate. He was smoking Marlboros, and the stench of his unwashed body wafted in a circumference of three feet from him. Sheila rolled her eyes skyward and stepped carefully around him. His friend, a younger man with a bit less hair than his counterpart and a belly that would rival St. Nick, hollered in reply.
"Yeah, honey. How's about I let you dance on my pole? "He grinned, leaning back in his chair.
Sheila feigned a yawn. "You'd be lucky if you could find your pole under all that blubber, candy ass. "
Somehow, they found reason to be shocked, as all such men are, by her response. She continued walking as they collected what wits they had in order to formulate yet another clever come on. Their voices faded into the background and she began to walk down the steps to the train station. Immediately, she was surrounded by the steamy air of the subterranean network's dank walls and the smell of urine. This was a popular station.
She waited perhaps fifteen minutes, then a train pulled into the station with a rush of hot wind. Even though it was a Saturday, it was quite full, and by the time she reached Time Square, people were pushing up against her from all sides. She eyed one man in particular. He was tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair that flowed down from a widow's peak and framed his face. Despite the warmth of the day, he wore a long black raincoat, black boots and black pants. Slowly, she made her way closer to him, until she stood against the metal door that separated each individual car. She leaned against it subtly and looked at him.
He was handsome in a gritty way; he had not shaved in perhaps a day and as his green eyes bore into her face, his slow smile told of unspeakable delights. He came to stand a bit closer to her, until she was flat against the back door, which was sealed shut. She was in no danger of falling out, so she relaxed. His smile spread.
"Aren't you cold? "Her nipples were indeed erect through her halter, but she had a feeling he was referring to the metal door. All the same, she grinned ruefully. "I've never been better, actually. Aren't you hot in that huge coat? "No one could see them, since his imposing figure was directly before her and his large coat was open and fanned out behind him… No one could see her hands, or his. The train rumbled across the track and Sheila enjoyed the way it made her body vibrate as she leaned against the door.
"Do you take this train often? I'm used to it being this crowded. "His voice was a deep baritone and it made the skin on the back of her neck tingle. She lifted one of her curly raven locks off of her neck.
"Not particularly. I'm actually going shopping on the East Side, so it gets me to the Shuttle. "She looked at his crotch conspicuously, and her eyes narrowed. "Sometimes I walk across the Park but it's too much trouble today, and there are so many interesting people on the subway. "She thrust her chest toward him.
"I agree. Sometimes I just people watch in the Park, but this is way more…interactive. "His eyes trailed across the bare skin of her arm, down the lush mounds of her creamy breasts with their nipples pressing up out of the thin cloth of her halter like pearly buds, to the generous amount of leg she flashed from her short mini. She decided to give him the red light, and to his bemusement, placed one leg on either side of his body, and lowered her hand to palm his cock through his pants. He was tall. No one could see.
"It's so hard….To find something to do on a long train ride. Sometimes you just have to get creative."
