I got out of work 15 minutes ago. The train should be pulling up to my stop in another 5 minutes. I’m scrolling on reddit on my phone, bored and antsy, eager to get home. I shift my weight, twirl my hair. Still another 4 and a half minutes to go.
It takes forever, but the doors finally slide open and I walk outside and rush up the stairs. The cold air blows by me and my nipples perk up, a reminder that I was in too much of a rush this morning to even throw on a bra. For half a second I revel in the feeling before I remember I’m in public, and cross my arms over my breasts.
It’s a short walk back to my apartment, a shorter ride up the elevator. I stride down the hall and all but slam the door shut behind me as I get into my apartment. I lean up against the door, drop my purse and jacket, and arching my back I start to massage my left breast. I close my eyes and exhale, flicking the nipple in between my fingers, just enjoy the feel of my blouse for a moment.