Tess Takes the Train
Tess hated taking the train but motherhood had made the other commuters terribly obliging after the first two months. Whether it was her glow or seeing her in tow with her husband, Jack, there was always a seat and admiring glances waiting. She had expected pregnancy would be her with the train even more crowded thanks to her baby bump padding the space between her, Jack and the other commuters. Ironically most gave her a wide birth, which she was all the more thankful for as she found her tummy wasn't the only baby bump mother nature had given her.
"You staring again?" Tess looked back over her shoulder.
"Y..yep," Jack grinned dumbly, "I love how you look in those pants."
Tess chuckled, feeling more than a bit self conscious being ogled by her husband in the
train depot, amongst the masses "I'm just glad Beth was understanding, and is letting me wear
yoga pants to work. We don't have the money for new slacks."
"I need to write her a thank you letter," Jack teased.
"Oh stop," Tess blushed, she didn't even like her leggings "If she okays bootie shorts, then you can thank her."
"Was that ever an option?"
"Nope," she smiled cheekily, tossing her chestnut mane of hair over her shoulder flirtaciously "You're enjoying this though, aren't you?"
She didn't know why she bothered to even ask. She had heard before pregnancy actually increased the bonding between couples but she always figured if was more emotional but an itch like she had never known before had begun to fester up in the girl who before needed a serenade and carefully placed caress to coax out desire. Now she could be set off by something as simple as a dirty word or raised brow, a hint of mischief in Jack's eyes or wry smile.
For once Jack's appetites were having trouble keeping up with her own. The glow that people often regarded as innocent was the first hint at a greater change in the timid girl she no longer could relate to. She had gone from a demure girl happy to make love perhaps twice a week to someone who needed the stimulation several times a day. Already she was feeling the tingle of desire needling at the back of her thoughts. That need had played more than a little part in her decision to stick to her yoga pants. Though slacks were a little beyond her budget it was not beyond her means. She wore the tights because of the way Jack looked at her. She even moved the way she did, the sashay she practiced in front of the mirror to draw his eyes to the way motherhood had reshaped her curves into something sinful.
Tess' eyes scanned the screens displaying the train schedule. The summer was a particularly heavy time for commuters. Only half the trains and twice the people, she was grateful for those people who could sense motherhood on her and gave her the space now more than ever most could not afford. If anyone would get special treatment it was her.
The sound of the train coming up on the tracks early stole her gaze from the screens and she took off for the platform, Jack close behind. For the next hour her and Jack would be stuck in the scramble of lower east side until the train pulled into Queens. It was hardly the place for a passionate embrace though at times she wished for the nerve to grind her ass into Jack's crotch while they rode, the vibrations and friction pushing her over the edge.
Around them the rush of commuters moved like a wave tossing swimmers. Jack and Tess could've tried to stand still but still be scattered amongst the other passengers. The flux hurtled them past the doors and turning to look back over her shoulder, Tess lost the familiar shape of Jack in her periphery.
"Jack...?" she shouted as best she could over the shoulders and heads crowding the car.
"Over here, honey!" Jack shouted, his back to the door between this car and the next.
Tess sighed, wondering if she could scramble around the men and women and get to him, there was an unyieldingness to the masses today though. Though people looked back at her with a familiar glance of awareness, none were granting her the polite distance she preferred. The car was particularly crowded today and it was still filling with people.
"Can you reach me?" she stood on her tiptoes, her eyes looking over the shoulders of her
neighbors to meet Jack's gaze.
Jack nodded, looking between the bodies to find a path back to his wife. With a sudden jolt the car was in motion and the other passengers shifting like wind-chimes against a breeze. He started to move, doing his best to brace himself over the shimmying of motion. shifting between the bodies, toward Tess in the distance, a strange feeling overcoming him as he watched two of the male passengers approach her. He wasn't sure just what it was, perhaps the way they moved.
Between their two silhouettes Tess stood looking expectantly ravishing. He forgot sometimes
just how much beautiful motherhood had made her.
Tess' eyes moved between the world passing behind the glass and Jack failing to move closer. She thought about raising their little one in the city and amongst all these people. It didn't take long for the thought of the birth to drag her back to thoughts of the conception. More than anything else, the drive to have sex was one divorced from consequence now. Before she could count on intercourse meaning birth control, morning after pills, pulling out, what have you, but pregnancy was its own form of birth control. She could fuck literally anyone and feel safe from being knocked up in the grips of early motherhood.
In the glass between her and the streak the buildings had become in the train's haste the reflection of other commuters shuffling closer came into view. Seeing the vague impression of her husband far behind them, she turned her head to gesture him to stay. It wasn't that she didn't miss him but by the time he reached her they would already be back home.
In the gray daylight there was something imposing about the city that disturbed her and she turned her eyes away from the world outside, the shift turning her gaze toward the bodies closest were all men. Their eyes had moved from the knowing variety she knew well to more the male appraising glare now. She wasn't entirely oblivious to the way men, not just Jack looked at her now, though often it was a curt glance before heads turned, feigning disinterest. There was a taboo to sexualizing mothers, expectant or otherwise. Still, her body's metamorphosis was one the other commuters had not anticipated. Though she wasn't one to linger on such things if it sparked Jack's imagination and kindled his desire at home she was all to happy to fan the embers with thoughts of the things her fellow commuters would do to her supple young body given the chance. Oh, the whore she would be in the imaginations of strange men.
Gripping the grab bar tight she wished she was already pulling into the station in Queens.
She couldn't wait to be home. Thoughts grew wild as ivy particularly the longer away she was from home. She was grateful most of her job was just sitting at her desk, the tabletop concealing leggings that didn't always conceal lesser innocent thoughts. By five, as she left work to intercept Jack at the station a countdown had begun in her head, the part of her brain that brewed scenarios to tease Jack into a frenzy at home was already brewing thoughts with nowhere to go.
Now those those musings were running untamed, throwing fantasies to the fire she worried
would boil over the desire growing within her. She tried to focus on thoughts of home but those only dissolved into the things they did at home. She hoped the men congregating nearby just couldn't sense on her the rush of pheromones signaling want in her body. That the scents albeit subdued she was throwing off meant for Jack were filling the air possibly pulling their libidos like a tractor beam toward her. The thought was one she was sure she could shelve for latter and bring up to Jack but instead it was acting like a shower before a hot morning. The air felt thickened and her body grew damp beneath her clothes. Was it hotter than usual today? She didn't think so.
Thoughts swarmed, stirred by the sounds of feet shuffling closer. Were the men moving closer?
Tess gripped the bar tighter. She tried to focus on the outside, to push herself out of her body and far away from thoughts in the shifting puzzle of the city outside. Suddenly the landscape was gone and the wall of the next station was filling the panel of glass. Her reflection floated in the black void, with her arm above her head she was shocked how enormous her breasts suddenly looked. She knew from friends who'd had children between their husband's comments, the sudden proclivity for bumping into things with their chests and incompatibilty of old bras the way the body changed well before she ventured into motherhood. Now though she looked absurd, like a billboard for plastic surgery.
"Jesus..!" she spat in shock.
"Maam..?" a man's voice came over her shoulder, she turned to look back and saw what months ago would seem a boy. Seeing him standing above her, intense mahogany eyes stared out from dark features made Tess unexpectedly quiver.
He had a dark complexion for someone undoubtedly of hispanic discent, broad shoulders,
muscled torso, he looked like he stepped out of a 90s Diet Coke ad, the construction worker oversexed working women lusted over while sipping cola.
Tess had no words. Slowly she turned her gaze back to the glass, unaware at first she had if anything straightened her back, pushing her breasts out further. She saw his eyes in the panel, them not surprisingly canvasing her body and admiring what he saw.
He was looking at her the way Jack was at the station. She swallowed as he thoughtfully sunk his teeth into his lower lip, wishing it was her soft flesh he was biting. Blood was rushing to her head as well as other places. She tried to look past him to Jack across the train car.
Her body had been screaming from the moment she last kissed Jack, and now the weight of the man's eyes on her was pressing her body toward the feeling Jack's lips conjured and the longing for them to venture other places, places that tingled at the thought.
The sensation of the train jerking to a stop jostled her from her throughts. The man's eyes, Jack's lips, her body burgeoning with desire dissipated as the doors to the station slid open and another wave of bodies stampeded in. She watched, slightly detached, as Jack tried to rush toward her before the crowd practically tossed him back toward the door. She had a moment to register his look of defeat and disappointment before she was turning her back to the rest of the train and waiting for it to jolt back into motion.
