This evening was like any other evening in the underground metropolis that lay beneath the city streets. Nothing but the feel of the car's vibration as they moved along the tracks and the almost silent whir of the electric motors that powered them mattered at this moment in time. As Sylvester the Cat would say, "what a revoltin' development!" . Here I was, riding around on the subway when I should have already been home. Although it wasn't often that I had to take the subway, sometimes there was no choice in the matter. I watched the blur of underground activity as we whizzed by it and I became captivated by the nothingness around me. A feeling that I was being watched and that eerie feeling that accompanies it suddenly bore down on me. I looked around and I found I had been correct. I was being watched. However, someone I was not expecting to see was watching me. I was being watched by someone that made my old middle aged heart pick up the pace just a little bit.
Absolutely astounding is the only way I know how to describe the beauty standing just feet from me, almost within touching distance just across the aisle. My mouth watered, my heart beat hard in my chest and I felt good inside. She was smiling and I swore I saw her wink at me. Could it be? Could this actually be happening? It was for a fact happening, it was not a figment of my imagination. I could not believe my weary old eyes. Why would a work of beauty, a work of art so to speak, be riding around in the darkness of the tunnels I wondered silently as my eyes moved up and down, taking in her loveliness? An absolutely drop-dead-gorgeous teen girl with mousy brown hair, steely blue eyes and the firmest set of sweater kittens I have ever seen waiting to be freed from their cotton prison. The teenybopper moved her bangs back out of the way with a flip of the head and smiled a knowing smile that was way beyond her years.
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm just another man in his middle years that is going through his middle-aged crisis. You're thinking that every man has fantasies about younger girls from time to time. While this all may be true, it doesn't take away from the fact that it was really happening right before my baby blues! Even a blind man could tell that this girl was just asking for it!
This day had been a little crazy from the start. I had not wanted to do what I had to do, but it was part of my job as personnel manager for a large industrial bearing company. Due to cutbacks at the plant, I had the dubious task of firing people, or reassigning them to jobs that they didn't really want. I know you're thinking that I'm just an old sap but these people had worked for me for years. It's not that times were hard, it was just that a large multinational conglomeration had acquired us and that was just the way that things were done in big business. "Reorganization" the people at corporate headquarters called it. "Head count" was what the higher-ups called it. Too much of it, and it was my job to do the dirty work. Whatever the people in charge called it, the fact was that people were losing their livelihoods that they had worked for years to keep. I didn't enjoy it, but it was a necessary function of business I assume. So, enough about the bad part of the day, let's get to the part that you really want to know about.
I looked at my watch and frowned at the time. Even though my normal quitting time was 5 p.m., today I had been there until half past 7. That was the reason I was on the subway instead of taking the bus like I normally do. The gentle rocking side to side and the sound of the metal wheels as they glided quickly down the track of the subway was somehow adding to the excitement of the moment. I mean, after all, a beautiful little girl whose high cheekbones, clear eyes and that girl next door look that could make her a model was looking at me with that look of innocence on her face and a wanton look in her eyes. Not only were her eyes coming on to me, but the rest of her body was speaking the language of sex. Wonderfully exciting is what it was, and she was. My eyes and my lips smiled at her as began to lick on one of those tootsie pops or some kind of round sucker. I guess I would call it a "cocksicle" the way she was putting it between her lips and making mad passionate love to the sugary confection. Her blue eyes glistened with the clarity of newly polished crystal as she looked deeply into me and seemed to know exactly what was going through my warped mind. Occasionally she would close them, roll her head back and breath deeply as pressed the sucker deep into her mouth and then pulled it out, smearing the sticky residue all over her lips. And then, if that weren't enough, she would again push it in deeply, pull it out of her mouth with a smacking sound, her lips reluctantly giving up the red round knob. Then her tongue would snake sexily out to lick the sticky candy coating from them.
My cock stirred in my slacks. I don't mean my dick was hard, I mean it was extremely hard! How many times does a middle-aged executive get a chance to watch something like this?
"Candy," as I had nicknamed her in my mind because of the show she was giving me smiled brightly when she realized the effect she was having on me. If she thought that my attention was drifting away, she would move her long, slender legs and reveal the lacy tops of the white stockings that lay just underneath the hem of her black leather skirt. The stockings clenched around the skin of her smooth thighs much as I wished her pussy could be clinging to the head of my cock right now. Occasionally her eyes would dart down between my legs and see if she was doing her tricks on me. It would not have been hard to see had it not been for the fact that I kept my lap covered with my briefcase. This girl knew exactly what was happening underneath and she was reveling in it. When she was satisfied that she was torturing me completely, she would once again practice her oral talents on her sucker.
Lost in the trance of the girl, I was suddenly shocked back to reality when I heard a man's gruff voice call out, "Stephanie? Stephanie! What the fuck are you doing jerking this old fool around?" I looked up and a man who appeared to be in his late 20's looking my direction and flipping his middle finger towards me as he walked up to her. "What the fuck are you doing Steph!?" he demanded to know.
"I'm just riding around Jason," she said, suddenly changing from a wanton slut to the innocent little girl in the blink of an eye.
"Well riding around don't pay the fucking bills ho! You should be out making me a some jack instead of fucking around down here all evening," he replied angrily.
Now it was all making sense! This "little teenage girl" was really a fucking whore. She was teasing me into following her so she could make a quick buck. "It figures," I said under my breath. I should have known that it was all too good to be true. I tried to ignore what the man was saying to her and not to get involved, but the more this motherfucker harassed this young girl, the angrier I became.
"If you don't make some money for me fast bitch," he said taking her long brown ponytail in his hand and pulling her almost out of her seat, "I'm gonna have to throw your skanky ass out on the fucking street!"
"You fucking asshole!" she squealed as she took her foot and smashed her black high heel directly down on his foot.
"Damn bitch!" he yelled and let her go. I tried not to chuckle but I couldn't help it and the man glared at me as I sat there watching the way the tables had turned on him. "You've got some fucking nerve you little slut," he said as he hobbled around in circles, trying to get the pain to ease from his instep.
