This story, like all my stories, is a work of fiction. All characters are age 18 or older. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person is unintentional and coincidental. As always, your comments are welcome.
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It was a cool autumn evening. Against a backdrop of red and orange leaves, I hurried to the subway to get home after a long day. Having left the bank where I worked later than I wanted to, I needed to get home pretty quickly for a conference call I had later that evening.
I descended the steps, tapped my subway pass at the gate, and walked to the loading platform. It was packed. Hundreds of people to my left and my right were all on their journeys home, just like I was. I paid little attention to the folks around me and tried to catch up on some emails.
A few minutes later, the train pulled up. Only a few people got off and the car was already pretty full.
Great, I thought, it's going to be a miracle if I make it onto the car.
I pushed my way inside, making my way to the end of the car where I could lean up against a wall to steady myself instead of having to hold onto one of the handrails.
I went back to my emails. I stood there looking down at my phone as more and more people filed in. Oh yeah, I thought, this train is going to be packed.
A young woman in light blue scrubs moved to my end of the train car and stopped in front of me. She turned around to face the doors she came through. A hint of her perfume tickled my nose and caught my attention.
I glanced up from my phone to take a quick peek. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and smooth white skin that showed the final glow of a summer tan. She had a small frame, and her scrubs fit her perfectly. She had a cute, round ass with no visible panty lines. I wondered if she had anything on under there and began to imagine what she looked like under that ubiquitous blue fabric.
I'll bet she's waxed. Full Brazilian wax--ass, pussy, and everywhere in between. I'd love to see that tight--
The train left the station and lurched forward. The blonde traveler in front of me was thrust backward, sending her tight ass right into my groin. It didn't hurt, as her voluptuous bottom had enough cushion to soften the blow.
To my surprise, she didn't move off of me as the train sped ahead. She pushed against me harder and ever so slightly began grinding on me. My cock stiffened.
I put my hand on her waist. She reached down and met my hand with her own. Her hand was soft and smooth. Just like her pussy, I imagined.
She responded by grinding harder. Her ass moved in a slow, steady rhythm up against my crotch. By this point I was half hard. She must have been able to feel my sex as she continued her sensual ritual.
Ever so slightly, I slipped my hand inside her waistband. There were no panties to be found. I felt the smooth skin along her hips and slowly worked my way toward her back. As much as I wanted to reach forward and slip a finger between her surely smooth, soft lips, I didn't want to put on a show for the other passengers.
My hand reached the top of her ass. Do I dare? I plunged in further. I grasped each magnificent globe, first the right, then the left. As I moved around her backside, she left some space between our bodies so I could get a firm grasp.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I smelled her entrancing perfume, which teased my nose with light hints of lemon and orange.
"NEXT STOP DOWNTOWN," the sound system on the subway blared. I was awoken from my reverie.
She reached her hand back toward me and, outside my pinstripe slacks, ran it along the length of my cock. She slowly stroked the length of my shaft. My dick bounced with excitement.
We were approaching my stop. I had no idea where she was getting off. Now or never, I said to myself.
I removed my hand from her scrubs, reached into my pocket, and grabbed one of my business cards. I slipped it in her waistband and made sure her top covered it from view.
"Excuse me," I whispered into her ear. "This is my stop."
I put my hand on her ass cheek, gave it a firm squeeze, and repositioned her slightly to my side.
"DOWNTOWN," the subway speaker announced.
I looked back, smiled, then pushed my way through the swarm of people and exited the train.
I moved swiftly. With every step I wondered if I should have been more direct, if I should've said, "come with me" or "let's go now."
I stepped out of the station, and the cool, swirling fall breeze was a welcome relief from the hot and crowded subway car.
Who was she? A doctor? A nurse? I didn't even get a name. All I could do is wait.
I got home, stripped off my suit and tie, and laid down on my bed. Imagining my blonde friend's seductive body in my hands again, all it took was a few quick strokes until I came forcefully, my hips bucking into an empty void that I wished her tight ass were occupying.
I showered, dressed, had a small meal, and sat down to join my conference call. Halfway through, the text came.
"Where can I meet you?" I assumed it was her.
"How about a drink? Maybe at a bar near you?" I responded.
