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It started out as the worst week of my life. First I got fired from my job at the Club where I was a waitress for the past four years. Then when I finally got another job my piece of shit car broke down. So I was forced, like many other New Yorkers, to take the subway. Now normally I don’t mind riding the subway, I always find it rather amusing to watch people being crammed into a tight spot like cattle being herded in for slaughter. But to ride the subways alone and late at night is a little scary. So like any smart young and single New York woman I have my handy can of pepper spray. Thankfully I haven’t had to use it yet and hopefully I never will. Where was I? Oh right, so my shitty car broke down and for the past week I’ve been dutifully riding the subway to and from work. The going part is not so bad because since I work at a Club I’m going in when everyone is coming out. It’s coming home that’s a little unnerving. So it’s Monday night at 11:55PM and I’m standing on the platform waiting for my train. I have my CD Walkman on and I’m tapping my foot to the music of Pearl Jam when I catch a flash of red and black out of the corner of my eye. I very nonchalantly look to my left to see what it was. Because ‘hello’ I’m on a subway platform at midnight in New York, not to mention that all I’m wearing is my skimpy cocktail waitress outfit; which is so tight and showy that it would make Pamela Anderson look like a nun. I put my hand in the pocket of my leather and grip my can of pepper spray, because hey…you have to be prepared around here. I look down the platform and see the most amazing man I have ever seen in my life. He’s standing at the edge of the platform and looking down the tunnel for the train. I can’t see his face, but damn if his front side is half as hot as his backside... mmmmmm... smoking! My eyes start at the top of his brown spiked hair and trail down over a pair of strong broad shoulders encased in a black leather jacket. The jacket stops right at his trim waist. Then my eyes are treated to the scrumptious sight of black trousers hugging tightly to his oh so squeezable ass. I lift my finger to my lips and dab at the corner where moisture has settled. My eyes travel back up his gorgeous body, which has turned around and now I’m staring right into the huge bulge in his crotch. My eyes bulge out their sockets…holy shit…do they make them that big…because from where I’m standing it sure looks like they do. After a few seconds of drooling over that area of Mr. Perfection, my eyes travel up and look into the most deep chocolate eyes that I had ever seen. Wait…oh my god he’s looking right at me. My checks blush because I was caught red handed starting at the man’s crotch. Oh God…with the way I’m dressed he probably thinks I’m a hooker looking for a john. I quickly avert my eyes and my foot starts tapping even faster. I can hear the train coming through the tunnel over the music blaring in my ears. I watch as the train pulls up and the doors open. I quickly dash inside and try to hide in the back of the car. I know you’re thinking…‘where did Mr. Yummy go?’ well of course I looked silly, I was embarrassed not stupid. He got in to the car in front of mine and he had the sexiest smirk on this face. Like he knew what I was looking at and he was enjoying it. For the rest of the ride I sat there thinking of him. I couldn’t for the life of me, get the image of that obscenely large shaft that he was most definitely equipped with, out of my mind. The whole ride home I was squirming in my seat with the images that filled my head. I even caught a glimpse of him through the windows of the doors that connect the cars and he was staring at me. And it looked like he was also having a hard time keeping in his seat. So that’s how my week started. Each night I would stand on that platform waiting for my train and each night he would be there; one car away from me. He would look…I would look…the doors would open I would rush in and hide, and he would get into his car. It wasn’t until Thursday night that things got to be interesting. It started out the same I was waiting at the end of the platform waiting for the train. I saw him come down the stairs and walk down the platform. Now usually he walks about half way down the platform then waits there. But that night he walked all the way down and stopped at the column that was five feet away from me. He leaned against the column and turned to me. I could feel his eyes lazily roam down my body, silently touching and petting my skin everywhere he looked. God it was hot as hell in here! Now keep in mind that it’s December in New York, not exactly summer weather. But it felt like I was on fire. Every sultry look from those deep eyes made my skin feel like it was being branded and seared. I could feel my nipples hardening under my top and my mind teased me with images of us together making love in a darkened smelly subway station. I turned to look at him and my breath stopped. His warm chocolate eyes were looking into mine and his very kissable lips were moving...moving? Oh my god he’s talking to me! I scramble to take my headphones off and I smile at him “I’m sorry did you say something?” I meant it to come out nice and friendly. But to my embarrassment it came out hot, raspy and breathy. And I would swear that his eyes went two shades darker. He smiled back at me revealing strong white teeth. His voice when he spoke was low and deep, sensuous, which my body reacted instantly too, turning up another ten degrees. “I said what you are listening too?” Oh great, more embarrassment. Why you ask? Well because usually I listen to something heavy, you know like AC/DC or Van Halen, something to help me work through the aggravation I get from my crappy job. But tonight I wasn’t feeling aggravated…I was hot. All day my mind was on this stranger and seeing him again. All day my mind played tricks with my body teasing it with delectable fantasies that made my panties wet and my nipples achingly sore. So I was feeling…sexy, and choose a song that suited my horny mood. I cleared my throat “Making Me High, by Toni Braxton.” His smiled and nodded his head “Hot song.” For a hot guy I thought. Suddenly I felt very evil and naughty. Looking into his eyes that seemed to look deep inside of me, reading my dirty little thoughts, I slowly took my jacket off letting my eyes blatantly rake down his form, “Well it’s pretty hot in here.” I breathlessly said as my eyes landed on his crotch. The look on his face went from playful to hunger as my skimpy outfit was finally revealed. Don’t laugh, but you know those little French maid get ups that you see in porn movies? Well that’s my attire, my breasts are practically spilling out of my top and my skirt is just covering my ass. And of course no French maid ensemble would be complete without the fish net stockings with my garter belts showing and a six-inch pair of stiletto pumps. I did say I was coming from my sleazy crappy job, didn’t I? Believe it or not when I’m at work, I feel comfortable in this outfit, probably because everyone else is wearing the same thing. But now standing here in a poorly lit subway station with a guy straight out of a Playgirl magazine staring at me, I feel completely naked. “Yes it is” Simple words right? Yeah, but not when they come out dripping with want and turning me into Mount St. Helen ready to burst! We stand there staring at each other when the train finally pulls up. The doors open and I keep my eyes on him as I walk inside the car backwards. He approaches me like an animal tracking his prey; slowly, cautiously. I can see his nostrils flaring and eyes track me as I continue to walk into the car. I stopped as my back hits the doors on the opposite side of the train. He steps into the car just as the doors close. I look to my left and then to my right, we’re alone…thank you God! He steps closer and when he’s right in front of me I lean my head back against the door, because he’s a big boy and I want to bask in his masculinity. It didn’t occur to me that any other day this would totally gross me out, because the New York subway system is not the cleanest in the world. But tonight I don’t care. Tonight I’m not thinking of germs or diseases that can be caught on a train. No tonight, as I stare into his beautiful eyes, I can only think of him inside of me; moving inside of me, touching me all over. I drop my jacket on the floor as he puts his hands on my waist and draws closer to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and offer my lips to him. Slowly he leans down “Very, very hot...” he whispers as his mouths touches mine. God it’s like heaven. He tastes like _mocha and whiskey and it’s intoxicating. We very slowly ravish each other’s mouths, licking and taking little nips. His hand glides down to my thigh and he leans lower grabbing my ankle lifting my leg up around his waist. My arms are tightly wrapped around his neck and I start to play with the fine hairs on his neck. His hand wanders back up my leg skimming my calves and gliding up my sensitive thighs. He squeezes it gently and releases my mouth. I gasp for air and he kisses a path down my neck as his fingers toy with the edge of my panties. They slide over my wet crotch and he moans into my neck. “mmmm…so wet…” as his fingers finally pull my panties up and they slip underneath, sliding back and forth caressing my heat. “Ohhhhh” I pant. I’m so hot for him that I think I’m going to explode. But just when I think that I can’t get any hotter then I already am, he pushes into me and presses his shamefully big cock up against me. And now I know I’m sitting at the edge of a rim ready to fall. He leans down further and rains hot wet opened mouth kisses across my cleavage that’s peaking out from my top. He pulls my top down with his teeth and latches on to a hard nipple; laving it with his moist mouth. Then gently taking it in between his teeth he lightly bites down and rolls it around back and forth, twisting it and making me scream with pleasure. My hands anchor themselves on his head pushing him further into my breasts, needing more of him. He rips my panties off finally placing his entire hand on my pussy rubbing it back and forth, sliding effortlessly inflicted wave upon wave of pleasure. “Please need you inside of me…please!” I plead with him. He jerks up and I help him unzip his pants. He goes to reach in side but I stop him with my hand on his and my hot words in his ear “Let me…I need to feel you…” He moans and watches as I slip my hand inside his jeans and grab his cock. My eyes watch his as I bring him outside and start to pump him. My fingertips graze his head and the pre-cum that was there just waiting for my attention. His eyes close and his breathing hitches as I pump faster and squeeze him tighter. My pussy is dripping wet and I can feel it rolling down my leg, as I continue to pleasure him. And did I mention that he is absolutely fucking gorgeous…every long inch of him! His cock is so smooth and hot that my mouth waters as I envision what he would taste like. I decide that I want to know. So I release him and drop my leg on the floor ready to drop to me knees and suck his cock so hard that he’ll scream with pleasure. But he has other ideas. He stops me, and smiles shaking his head. He brings my body closer to his and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he leans down and licks my ear “I want to be inside you…need to feel your heat...” Okay no problem with that. Grabbing his cock I position him at my entrance and as we stare into each other’s eyes he slowly enters me. The excruciating slow movement of his hips is pure torture and makes me hiss with yearning, as my mind is screaming for more, screaming for him to fuck me harder. But it’s also the sweetest torture the way his cock fills me totally and completely. He’s so big but I’m so wet and he just slides in effortlessly. And thank God I think he’s reading my mind because he starts to move faster, his rhythm increases as our breaths mingle together. You know when you’re on a train and it goes through a tunnel and the lights flicker on and off? Well the second we entered the tunnel the lights started their theatrical dance. Flicking on and off and when the lights turned on I caught a glimpse of his eyes and the intensity that stared back at me. The raw hot hunger in his orbs sent shivers of want down my spine and it was so too much…I had to close my eyes. But it didn’t help because behind my closed lids I could see every inch of his body; I could see him thrusting into me turning my body tense, building up my desire. I could feel him panting in my ear and with the rattle of the train making its way down the tracks I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was all too hot…too dangerous…too scandalous. “Oh God…I’m going to cum…” I shout out to the darkened train. “God yes…cum…cum for me!” he rasps in my ear. He slams into me one last time and I hit the door with such force that the windows rattle. But I don’t care I’m mindless to anything but the ripples of rapture that are coursing through my body. And as I shiver with the intensity of my release he cums; shooting his warm seed inside of me and screaming his pleasure in my ear. The train leaves the tunnel and the lights turn back on. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling I am completely and totally sated, I have never in my entire years of having sex, ever been as satisfied and numb as I am in this moment. I look down into his beautiful sweaty face and smile at him. “Sure is hot in here.” I giggle to him, and lord help me; I’m not lying because I still feel on fire. He smiles back at me and lowers his lips to mine. Gently and softly we kiss. But it soon turns hot and passionate once again. Suddenly the train comes to stop. Its brakes squeak loudly, intruding on the warm cozy haven that we created in our own dark and dingy train. The kiss ends and he puts me down. I reach for my panties that are lying on the floor and giggle. They’re torn in two and filthy; don’t think I’ll be wearing those again. He pulls ups his pants smiling at me like a naughty little boy who got caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I look out the window and the station that we just pulled up too. “This is my stop.” I quietly said. His hand caresses my hair and he’s looking at me like he’s going to devour me all over again. But instead, he nods and lets me go. I gather my jacket up and walk to the opposite side of the car leaning back against the door I wait for the doors to open. We stare at each other from across the car. The doors open and I back my way out still looking deeply into his eyes. “Never thought I’d be happy to have my car in the shop.” I absentmindedly say. He chuckles warmly at me “Same car, same time?” He hopefully asks. I smile at him my eyes filled with longing “Same car, same time.” I repeat back to him. The doors close and he walks up to it, still smiling he puts his hand against the glass. I place my hand on the glass over his. The train starts to move and I step away from the door still smiling. The train rolls down the tracks and I watch it leave. My heart is filled with warmth and my body feels languid and relaxed. Turning around I head home a smirk on my face…God I love New York! The End l be kind, rewind l back to top l
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