About a year and a half ago my (now) ex-wife decided she didn't like being married and told me she wanted a divorce. It was also about a year after she decided that "kinky" bedroom activities are for young people and that as a married couple we should be having more "normal" sex. When we first met, she was very much into foot fetish activities, even announced that it was "stocking season" the first time she put on stockings each year, so it really sucked when she told me that. Anyway, I hung in there for the sake of the marriage for about a year until the divorce bomb was dropped.
I lived in the far north end of New Jersey, worked in Manhattan, and had a commute of about an hour and forty five minutes each way. On my way to work one day I saw a young woman on the platform of my transfer station wearing a green top and skirt, bright yellow stockings, and brown boots with a block heel. I have a big stocking fetish, so between that and her bright colors in a sea of drab commuters she caught my attention. I looked down the platform a few times, wishing I was young and single again, and daydreamed until the train came. I was hoping to see her on the way home that evening, but no luck. I did see her almost every morning, always dressed in bright colors, always in stockings, and usually wearing what I think were the same brown boots.
One day I left work about an hour late, and who do you think showed up on the transfer platform waiting for the same train as me? So not only did she take the same train from the transfer station into the city, but she took the same train into north NJ as me. I stood there, glancing over at her in a green dress, brown stockings, and boots until the train came and I got on, settling in a window seat towards the front of the train. A few minutes later a flash of green and brown entered my vision, and suddenly the girl from the platform was in the aisle seat right next to me with her backpack plopped her backpack in the seat between us. I wasn't sure what to do, so looked over to say hello, and she did not look happy.
Her: So, she said, stalk much?