A Subway Adventure
God, what was I thinking? My mind was racing, and I could feel the blood pumping through my veins by a rapidly beating heart while I tried to remain calm on the outside so as not to attract attention to myself, or more correctly, a version of myself that is not used to crowds in such confined spaces. "Fuck!" I screamed silently in my mind while I closed my eyes and tried to think of hiking in a cool forest, walking along a sandy beach on St. Maarten, skiing in the Alps, being anywhere but on a crowded subway platform in lower Manhattan as the clock had passed midnight and my imagined golden coach drawn by six pure white horses turned into a rotting orange pumpkin being nibbled on by several of New York's finest subway rats. I avoided eye contact while standing alone in lovely new 3-inch heels, nude stockings and a short, tight green mini dress that accentuated my "B" cup implants and slim legs. I may have looked sexy in the club that I went to with my friends at the end of the workweek, but I was not planning to be standing on a subway platform at this time of night mixing with regular people.
The trains were running slowly for some reason and the people kept coming down to the platform to wait for their chance to force their way onto trains heading into the darkness of Brooklyn. Normally I only dress like this when I go out as my slutty alter ego, René and have arranged for an Uber pickup or a ride with a friend who shares my secret. There was an unexpected turn of events tonight when my companion decided to take up with some dick and left me stranded. Uber had a one-hour backlog, so I convinced myself that I looked good enough to manage 15 minutes on the subway without causing a scene but delays on the New York City subway system added to tonight's perfect storm.
The slow-moving lights advancing toward the platform from the darkness of the tunnel warned of an approaching beast and people began to jockey for position at those areas of the platform with worn paint at the edge signifying heavy foot traffic where the doors of the subway cars were usually located. I had a wonderful spot directly in front of the soon to open train car doors and I felt the bodies of the other travelers press into me, particularly a gentle hand caressing one of my butt cheeks. I wanted to turn around to see who this rude excuse for a human being was but since we were so tightly packed and I wanted to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to myself, I decided to let them have their momentary cheap thrill while I continued my walk along the sandy beach in quiet solitude in my mind, and boarded the train without comment.
As the train began to move along the rails in fits and starts, I turned around so I could rest my back against the door to steady myself and observed a handsome young Hispanic man in his early thirties looking directly into my eyes. If this was the person who rubbed my butt a few minutes ago I would feel flattered although I would have been happier if he bought me a glass of wine first. I gave him a small smile simply to acknowledge the shared experience of an extremely crowded subway car while we both tried to maintain some dignity. He smiled back and leaned in to whisper, "I'm not trying to be rude but you look very nice."
"Thank you," I said quietly and glanced away while feeling excitement in my loins. The train leaned toward my side of the car and lurched to a stop. The crowd followed this motion and bodies squeezed a little tighter before everyone groaned and tried to find some space by gently moving arms and torsos while avoiding eye contact as much as possible. My gentleman admirer was pressed against me but was doing his best to allow me some room and quietly apologized for the intrusion into my personal space, "Excuse me miss, I seem to be another victim of circumstance but as soon as I can manage a few more inches I will give you more breathing room."
I inhaled deeply in an effort to claim a little more space and felt my breasts push against my neighbor in front of me, causing my nipples to become erect and my penis to begin to stiffen. "We are both trapped so I admit that options are limited but thank you," I replied with a small polite smile while wishing I could adjust my penis so it wouldn't stick straight out as I became aroused by the unwanted contact with a good-looking stranger. Simply thinking about adjusting my penis brought about the opposite effect and I could begin to feel an erection pushing against my lace panties. I looked off to my side and closed my eyes hoping that the distraction and darkness under my eyelids would work some magic; it did not and I could feel my dress getting tighter and knew that a very visible bump would be noticeable at the front of my dress if the crowd thinned at this point.
The train began to slowly move forward and the gentleman opposite me was forced backward allowing the back of his hand to rest on the head of my penis as it pushed forward against the material of my dress. I noticed a smile forming on the gentleman's face as he felt my stiff cock for the first time while remaining silent. I felt myself blushing and wished I could somehow transport myself to the bridge of the Enterprise with a simple, "Beam me up, Scotty," but no matter how many times I repeated the words in my head I remained on a stalled subway car on its way to Brooklyn. I smiled to myself at the absurdity of the situation and when I noticed the smile on my admirer's face I absentmindedly said, "Sorry."
"I could ask 'for what' but that would be impolite so I will conjure up my own version of a story to tell my friends another day," he replied quietly.
I laughed and responded, "I hope that we don't have the same friends since the embarrassment would kill me."
"If I see you in mixed company at some time in the future, I promise not to say a word if you agree to join me for lunch over the weekend."
"That's blackmail you know," I said with a grin.
"Yes, I know," he replied smiling.
I thought for a moment and finally said, "Very well then, you seem to have left me no choice so I accept your 'kind invitation'." With that, the train came to life and began to proceed to its ultimate destination, as if waiting for our negotiations to be completed before moving.
As we moved slowly from station to station, I smiled inwardly as I thought how well this gentleman played the cards he was dealt. He obviously knew that I was not female but was not deterred by that fact and might even have found it exciting. He knew that asking a stranger on the subway to go out for a drink would raise a red flag and lead nowhere under the best of circumstances, suggesting dinner would seem a bit too much and understanding that dinner involves meeting a stranger in the evening, in an unknown environment mixed with food and alcohol could be risky. But lunch tends to put people at ease, allows them to feel the comfort of other individuals milling around in daylight, light food and soft drinks are normal, and leaving immediately afterwards for another appointments, even a phony one, permits easy separation after the fact. Well played, my friend, well played.
"Is everything okay?" he asked. "You seem distracted and the way your brow is furrowed almost seems to indicate pain of some sort. Can I do something for you?"
"Oh, I'm fine, just temporarily got lost in thought. It's been a long week, and the subway is draining at this time of night," I replied.
"I understand but hopefully you will be home soon," he said with a caring smile. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a business card that had the usual information and included a mobile number. "The next stop is mine and after you reconsider our lunch date, as I am confident that you will, please call my mobile number to confirm it. I'm free Saturday and Sunday and if I don't hear from you I will chalk the rejection up to experience, Ms.____?"
"René," I replied.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, René, and I look forward to seeing you again under more pleasant circumstances. Good night," he said as the train stopped at the station, the doors opened, and he walked away. My stop was next, so it was only a matter of minutes until I was above ground in the cool night air walking casually to my apartment. What started out as a miserable subway ride from Manhattan turned into a charming underground adventure.
Upon arriving home, I happily took off my heels and rubbed my sore feet before slipping out of my dress and underwear and putting on a soft satin robe. As I removed my makeup and got ready for bed, I found myself thinking about the fellow on the subway and wondered what he thought when the back of his hand inadvertently found its way to the head of the semi-hard penis creating a bulge in my mini dress. Clearly he wasn't bothered by it or maybe he hadn't noticed after all, which would add to my embarrassment when I had to tell him that the woman he was speaking with was actually a man becoming aroused by his accidental touch. I knew that I must be overthinking this and reasoned that in the end all I had to do was not confirm our lunch date and life would go on as before. I brushed my teeth, flicked off the light and crawled into bed holding my stiff cock.
Waking up a little after 10:00am the next morning, I found myself well rested and looking forward to a relaxing weekend, possibly a visit to the galleries in Soho and then maybe dinner in one of the small restaurants on the Brooklyn side of the East River near the Brooklyn Bridge. This was to be the 'me' weekend that I desperately needed; no rushing around, no appointments and no stress.
As I walked into the kitchen I noticed a business card on the dining area table that stopped me in my tracks: "Edouard Santiago--Vice-President". "Fuck!" I screamed in my head as I picked it up and fast-forwarded through certain parts of the night before. Why didn't I tell him thanks but no thanks when he suggested lunch rather than leaving it open? So what that he may have realized that I have a penis under my dress. This isn't the Middle Ages anymore and the subway doesn't run through Oklahoma, so why should I be embarrassed and agree to a lunch date just to buy his silence? On the other hand, he was polite, handsome and considerate so this chance meeting might be fate providing me with an opportunity to find a little happiness with a lifeform other than a cat. Stranger things have happened. Overthinking again!
I prepared a coffee while holding the card and decided to call him to propose meeting for brunch tomorrow, Sunday. Brunch is a little more formal and you can tell a lot about a person by the restaurants they select for any given event. Lunch could be burgers and beer but brunch implies Eggs Benedict and champagne. Edouard put some pressure on me by suggesting lunch and now I will test him by suggesting Sunday brunch. Ha, your move.
Edouard answered the phone on the third ring; reasonable, not hasty or casual, not someone waiting by the phone or someone who was prone to ignoring it either. "Good morning, Edouard. This is René, your fellow captive on the subway last night. I trust I haven't woken you," I said.
"No, not at all. I have been up for a while and I was just having coffee, scrolling through the news and wondering if I would hear from you," he replied.
"What did you conclude? Would I call you or not?" I answered with a bit of a laugh.
