I had just got off the 4 train and 125th when I saw this nice ass standing in front of me on the platform. She was leaning against one of the many columns. Just above her low rider denim jeans was exposed hip and back skin-- there was a tattoo that was only partially visible. Above that was a tight short tee that left little to the imagination.
I went and stood next to her and I saw that she was a pretty, light-skinned Puerto Rican mami. She looked at me and I flashed my pearly whites. All kinds of thoughts were going through my head, making my dick get harder and harder. As the 6 train pulled into the station I stepped closer to her to take in her scent. I was intoxicated by the perfume she was wearing.
"You smell real good, what are you wearing?" I said as she leaned off the column to step into the car. She turned to look at me then grinned from ear to ear.
"It's called A-mo-rooge!"
"I love it."
I was standing right behind her at this point as the doors closed right behind me. I leaned against the doors as the train pulled out of the station. My eyes casted downward toward her phat ass and wide hips.
"What the hell is that tattoo? It is some word!" I thought to myself as I gazed at her body. I leaned forward.
"I don't mean to sound creepy, but what does your tattoo say?"
She leaned her head back and said "Emily! Lift my shirt and see."
Man you ain't got to tell me twice. I lifted her shirt a little and saw a beautiful tattoo. "By the way, my name is Five."
"I didn't ask you for your name. And what kind of name is five?"
"I thought it was only right since I know yours and I was just fondling your clothes."
She stepped back a little and brushed her ass against my dick. Emily turned her head a little and I could see a smile on her face. "So, is "Five" your real name or a street name?"
"I was born on May fifth at five in the afternoon. You figure it out." I let my hands rest on her left hip.
