I was late for work per usual, but luckily it was casual Friday's so I didn't have to get too dressed up. I threw on some silk granny panties and a pair of black tights. The material of my tights were stretched very thin making them sheer. The purple bra I found was a size too small at 38EE and squeezed them into a white v-neck t-shirt that put my enormous breasts on display.
My hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Once I applied some generous make up and slipped into my sandals with a one inch heel, I was finally out the door.
It was an unbearable 95 degrees outside. By the time I walked to the subway station I had sweat pouring from my neck down into my cleavage. My panties had bunched up into my ass crack and the pool of sweat had formed a darker patch on my large squarish shaped butt.
I looked more like a mom running errands than a professional going to work. The F train from Queens had just arrived and everyone was packed into it like sardines. My commute normally lasted about 30 minutes from home so I would kill time by listening to other conversations.
There was a swarm of men and only a couple of women and children that surrounded me. Out of my peripheral vision I noticed my oldest son's friend was on the train. He wasn't very fond of me since the time I called his parents about him driving my son home while being very intoxicated. He definitely thought I was a bitch, but had to be punished for what he did.
His name was Jose and he was half Mexican half Caucasian. He ended up going into the military after high school, but appeared he found a job in the city now. He stood at 5'8" and had a muscular body under his fitted suit.
We caught each other glancing over at one another. He squinted at me with three other people between us. "Mrs. Rumery?" He yelled over.
"Is that you Jose?" I replied. We barely could hear each other on the loud subway ride. He tried getting closer to me, but couldn't quite make it. The next stop let out a few more people and he managed to get directly behind me.
My protruding rear was now up against his right hand, but I don't think he noticed. I was holding on to the pole to steady myself while the train haphazardly continued it's route into Manhattan.
Jose continued the conversation, "So where are you heading now?"
I answered back, "I'm actually heading into work believe or not." Pointing to my outfit. "It's casual Friday's" I awkwardly laughed.
Jose looked me up and down. "Wow! You look amazing, Mrs. Rumery." His hand was now gently grazing my buttocks.
