The subway was unusually quiet that evening, but I could not enjoy the serene. My feet were killing me after wearing six-inch heels all day. Exhausted, I slip them off of my feet and place them in my fishnetted lap. I feel relief but not much. So I try to distract myself from the pain by listening to Bowie.
The diva sings in my ear as I aimlessly watch the few people in the car leave at the next stop. For a moment I am alone in the car, but right before the doors a handsome man slips through.
I could tell he was older than me, but only by a few years. He wore a green work polo, a uniform for some coffee place, with matching khakis. He laid back in his seat with an exasperated look that comes with every long day of work. I pitied him and wanted him all at once. I may have been a bit too obvious, because before I could finish sizing him up, I found our eyes locked.
He smiles at me. I smile back then quickly avert my gaze.Though Im trying my best not to notice, but I can still feel his eyes on me. He spreads his legs, and that’s when I see it bulging out of his khakis. I bite my lip to keep myself from gasping, but I can’t stop myself from blushing. The man laughs a seductive laugh that beckons me, as if to say “you want it, don’t you?”
“I do” I say inside of my head, but “how?” I was never the outgoing type. My mind felt fuzzy and my legs turned to jello. As bad as I wanted him I couldnt get up.
Then the solution came to me.
I raise my long, legs up in his direction and let my foot fall against his bulge. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan, as my toes rub across his shaft. I smile to myself when I see it: a dark, wet spot growing outside of his khakis.
Suddenly he speaks for the first time: “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention to.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/os51hi/subway_session_foot_job_fishnets_a4m_train_public