I 'm driving by the train station when I see her. It's windy, rainy but sensually warm for November – the weather a left-over from the tropical storm hundreds of miles away on the Gulf Coast. She crosses at the taxi stand huddled in a brown coat with a furry lining – short brown hair already a little wet from the mist bare legs and, surprise, wearing flip flop sandals. She must have been saving her shoes from the rain but she must be cold – it's erotic seeing her bundled up but her legs bare, the manicured feet exposed in November. I turn around and drive by a second time – she's bypassing the taxis and waiting to cross the busy avenue.
I debate stopping then, too many people around, but on the other hand she might feel safer that way. Instead, I go the next light and turn into the little park area between the train station and the neighborhood thinking she may be planning on walking home. My heart races a little when I see her waiting at the light.
Stopped a few feet up from the intersection I see her approaching on the sidewalk, the bare legs wet now. She looks cold. I pretend to be on a call and try to catch her eye. I wave before she reaches the car to catch her attention and pretend to say goodbye on the phone.
"You look cold!" I tell her as I hang up.
She smiles and keeps walking.
"Hey," I say, "why don't I give you a ride before I head back to work?"
She hesitates and I know she would never consider it normally but she is shivering. I give her a smile and gesture to the car.
"Heat inside!" I say.
"Okay," she says, "you sure you don't mind? I'm not going far."
"Not at all"
She gets in and I feel my cock throb seeing the pale legs and the wet toes curling against her sandals. I turn the vents on her and crank up the heat. She shivers and says, "Oh, that heat feels good."
We start driving and she tells me it's a few blocks up. We chat – she was in New York for the day and just got back. I point towards her feet.
"Your poor feet," I say, "you must be freezing!"
She laughs. "My shoes got wet in the City so I pulled these out but it's really cold out there! I don't think I can feel my toes anymore!"
I laugh. "Is that black or red toenail polish? I ask.
She looks down smiling. "It's like a dark red," she says. "Now it just looks like a mess!"
"You look gorgeous," I say. "But cold!"
When she smiles, I reach back and hand her a blanket, draping it around her shoulders at a traffic light. I feel her shoulders through the coat.
"Thank you," she says. "That's sweet."
It starts raining harder when we pull up in front of her apartment building. "Your feet are gonna get colder," I say as we look at the rain.
She looks hesitant about getting out. She is sitting with her feet curled under her and I gently tug at her feet. She looks surprised.
"Here," I say, "let's warm them up a bit before you go out." And I cup them with my hands feeling the soft chilled skin.
She flinches for a moment but I keep my hands gently on her ankles and she relaxes. I knead the arches a bit and she's silent suddenly. I feel her feet warm under my touch.
"Better?" I ask.
"Yes," she says. She bites her lip and I know I have her.
She wiggles her toes against my fingers and I let my fingers slip up to her ankles and caress her calves. She sighs and I let my hands drift up to behind her knees and just touch the backs of her thighs. She leans back against the seat and I let one of her feet graze against my hardon through my pants. She doesn't pull away and I push her foot against me through the pants.
"Oh," she says. "Oh."
"God, you are beautiful," I tell her and stroke her wet hair. She closes her eyes and I run my hands up her thighs to her hips and cup her ass. She moans and I let a finger graze across her pussy mound, feeling the heat coming up from her. I push my fingers against her clit.
