**happy monday all, feedback always appreciated**
The train rushes through the dark tunnels swaying back & forth, he has one arm around her shoulders holding her close to his chest. The train breaks dangerously at Grand Street station & the rest of the passengers on their cart get off. The doors close & their empty subway cart begins to make its way forward towards the Manhattan bridge. Her hand suddenly makes its way up from his knee to his crotch.
“I ever tell you how I wanna do it on the subway” she mumbles, the heat of the alcohol in her veins making her braver then she would otherwise be.
“You have” he answers smiling.
“Well, you wanna do something about it?” she asks pulling away from him twisting around in her seat to look into his eyes. He can see she’s a little more intoxicated than she should be, but her smile is genuinely her own, as she slinks one leg over his, straddling him on the orange train seats. He mumbles her name as she begins to grind herself on his crotch.