Ladies, have you ever had one of those mornings? When every movement of the train on the tracks seems to resonate through your seat? When every vibration travels all the way up your spine, hitting all the right spots along the way? If you haven’t, I hope someday you get to experience it the way I did. Today was that day for me!
Maybe it was the way my thong moved when I shifted in my seat. Maybe it was because I feel so sexy in these soft black leggings. Maybe it had something to do with the gentleman seated directly across from me. Not one of the regulars on my train, not the standard khakis and golf shirts that I see every day. He was an older man (I’d guess late 40s), just a few specks of gray starting to appear in his short brown hair. Very distinguished looking, in a perfectly tailored blue suit. His name is David, according to the ID badge clipped to his belt. But when he answered his phone it was “Dave,” and he had a voice that would melt butter.