“Damn it, why does it seem that everyone and their mother seems to use the subway at this time. It really is just the worst. There’s barely any room, the smell is… well packing hundreds of people into a tube is going to do that. But I managed to get on, unfortunately I’m almost pushing up against the door, if they would just close. Let’s just get this over with and get myself home. I need a bitch to fuck. Been too long since these tits got some attention and my dick got some. Maybe I can pick up a girl at the bar.” was the string of thoughts racing through my head.
There I was, rush hour and barely fitting on the train. I could feel some looks, I don’t blame them. Tall, a little older, but perfect youthful looking pale skin, well kept black hair. A well fitting outfit showing my curves, though it also hides the most important one. The one that surprises most people when it grows between my legs while having the perfect set of tits. But it’s who I am, and I find a lot of love for it.