All rights resereved. Copyright May 9, 2008 by Ardor (email@example.com). The following story is intended for personal use by adults only. No reproduction either digitally or in print is permitted without the expressed written consent of the author. By downloading this story the reader professes to be an adult and that the material is legal in the area in which the reader resides.
A Girl on the Subway
I stood there on the train and tried to maintain a calm appearence. I didn't want anyone on my outside to suspect what was going on on my inside. My calf length white skirt with the pretty lace bottom nicely hides the fact that I don't have any underware on underneath it. I felt pretty safe even though I was on a crowded Manhattan subway. Not even five inches away from my almost naked pussy was a stuffy looking businessman. He's middle aged, a little over weight and loosing his hair but if he thrust his head forward he'd have his nose buried right in my pussy. He's not even remotely my type and I would never sleep with him but it is a bit of a turn on knowing that all that hides my naked lower body from his eyes is my thin summer skirt. Just to amuse myself I turned around so he could look at my ass. Oh, and what about that manish looking woman over there? Is she a lesbian? Would she love to know what I'm not wearing under my skirt?
All of this probably makes me sound pretty conseeded huh? I'm not really. Oh, I'd like to think I'm attractive enough. I'm a bit over 30 but still fairly fit. I do manage to make it to the gym at least once a week. Pretending to look down at my shoes I can see enough cleavage to attract some attention. In fact that stuffy business's eyes took a quick glance at my blouse as I came onto the train. So no I don't think it's conseit that's put me in this mood. It was my alarm clock that did it. Well my husband acting as my alarm clock anyway.
You see he gets up before me in the morning. He does his best to be quiet but he usually does something to bring me near waking. This morning he bumped the bed as he was putting on his pants. My eyes slowly opened to the sight of his boxer clad behind sliding into his pants. After he tucked in his shirt he turned around and saw me with my eyes open. He appologized for waking me and when I said it was ok he came over and kissed me. I don't know how my unbrushed teeth tasted to him but his clean minty mouth struck something inside me. Then his hand curled around my left breast for a quick squeeze.
MMMmmmm morning foreplay...
Before I knew it though he was up and off me and out the door saying he'd call me later. The wooden thump of the door left me turned on and alone. My right hand drrifted down my belly with a will of it's own. When it reached my night gown covered crotch it pressed down gently and started to go in slow circles around my clit. I closed my eyes and arched my back pressing my pussy into my hand. I started to get into it and gyrte slowly against my hand when my head rolled to the side and my eyes just happened to open. I looked square at the alarm clock and saw the time. Damn it... I relaxed and melted into the bed knowing that in about two minutes my alarm would grate my ears like nails over a chalk board. With a groan of frustration I sat up and turned off the alarm. Two minutes isn't enough time for even a dissapointing orgasm. Feeling every nerve in my clit I walked to the bathroom and took my morning shower.
The temptation of the shower massage as I quickly washed was almost to great but I managed to do nothing more then get ready for work. My one concession to the ache between my legs was when I got dressed. At first I toyed with the idea of sexy underware but the idea of going without seemed even sexier. I pulled on my pretty white skirt and looked at myself in the mirror. Standing there with nothing but a skirt on I studied myself for any hint of what I wasn't wearing underneath. Twist and turn as I could there wasn't a hint of flesh tone coming through the material. It was long enough that I would have to fall flat on my ass with my legs pointing straight at the clouds to show anything that would cause so much as a raised eyebrow. As I turned back around from looking at my ass my naked breasts swung around with momentum. For a brief moment I slipped into a fantsy of being some kind of island girl who could wonder around the tropics in nothing but a grass skirt. I could almost feel the warm tropical breeze floating over my breasts in my mind. Both my hands came up to my neck and I covered my breasts with my bent elbows. I pressed my arms firmly against my chest feeling my hard nipples. Looking at that damn clock again I dropped my arms and the fantasy and went back to getting dressed.
I didn't want to wear one but I knew there was no way I could go to work without a bra. I choose one suited to my mood though. It was pretty and supportive but only bearly. It was one of my husbands favorites because it lets my breasts sway just enough as I moved. The blouse I put on over it had a respectable but slightly daring neckline.
After dressing I grabbed a quick cup of coffee while checking the weather. Sitting down at the table I could feel my naked skin as my legs came together. I rubbed my legs gently feeling the soft skin of my upper thighs caress each other. As I watched the morning show waiting for the weather report I slowly pulled up my skirt with my free hand. The feel of the soft fabric brushing up my legs as I slowly reveiled myself to the TV anchor people was delicious. I prentending they could actually see me and spread my legs slightly.When the bottom of my skirt reached the top of my knees I imagined that the news woman's eyes darting under my skirt. She would try to keep her face from giving away my naughty little secret to the entire NY area but a smile would spear across her full lips and she saw me reach between my legs and press my hand firmly against my pussy. Thne she announced the time and I realized that I had about one minute to leave the apartment or I'd miss my train. I stood up quickly and smoothed out my skirt then switched off the TV and headed out the door.
As I walked down the stairs I wondered if anyone could see anythin up my skirt if they looked. I was committed to being pantiless now though. That is unless I wanted to be late for work. A last minute worry had me wishing I threw a small pair of panties in my purse as a safty net but it was to late now...
Stepping out of the building I felt a warm summer breeze all the way up my skirt. My hands were at my sides just in the off chance that the breeze might be stronger then I'd want it to be. It felt good though and I walked just a bit slower to enjoy it. The wait on the platform was down right wicked indulgence. I'm not going to give away my stop otyher to say then it's at the end of the line. My platform in above gound so I stood in the glorious morning sun with a wonderful warm breeze blowing around me. It almost felt like I was on a pedistal. I looked over the edge of the platform to the street below. It was nearly impossible that anyone could see anything from down there. Not only were they to far away b ut because of the tracks and the gaurd rails they were at the wrong angle. I usually get up on the platform alittle early because you just can't trust the MTA. Thier trains can be late or early with no notice at all. So when I got up there the platform was crowded. While I walked towards the end a train came through and emptied out the platform. My train was due in another four minutes so I had the platform all to myself for about a minute. While I had some "privacy" I grasped my skirt by the sides and swirled it around a little. The skirt moved around me showing a few inches higher up my calf. I still wasn't risking anything near indecent but the thrill of it was very exciting. It wasn't long though before I saw people ambling their way towards me like coffee depribed zombies.I giggled to myself quietly as I imagined them wanding around the platform like movie zombies except instead of brains they'd moan, "Coffee... Coooofffffeeee."
So when I boarded the train a few minutes later I had a smile on my face.Maybe that was what caught Mr. Businessman's eye? It wasn't my pretty skirt that would allow the sun to define my legs as it happily shown through it or my gently swaying breasts but my bright smile. Anything is possible and on most days I'd prefer it that way but just this once I was worked up enough to apprecate a polite lear from a gentleman. Not that I'd ever do anything to let on my appreation. I have not and I would never cheat on my husband.I don't even like to flirt with other men. Still when the planets align and all the signs are just so a quick smile from a gentleman who's seem my legs or a bit of cleavage makes me feel good.
Mr. stuffy wasn't smiling though. He would on irregular intervals peek over his newspaper and up at my tits. Oh, I said tits! I almot always call them breasts, or boobies if I'm tring to be cute. Boobies is such a harmless word but something like tits mean business. If I keep this up I'm going to end up in the ladies room doing myself. I smiled to myself as I thought about calling my husband at work and letting him listen to me masturbate while he was at his desk.That does sound like fun doesn't it? And me only two stops from my exit.
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