Gia

    Gia stood at the back of the station with her foot pushed up against the wall as she waited for the number four train. She looked around the platform at the sea of morning commuters and smiled to herself. They all looked alike, in their dark power suits with their hair slicked back. Each sucking down a large vat of coffee as they talked into their cell phones through a Bluetooth. Most of them were pale, sickly looking creatures oblivious to the world around them.  She wondered how many actually got out from behind their computer and out of their offices during the daytime.  Occasionally she would get a confused look from her corporate counterparts as they sized her up.  She knew she stood out from the herd.  At 5’6, she was thick and curvy, with a tan complexion, which complemented her blond dreadlocks.  Her large almond shaped green eyes featured very little make up but she wore bright red lipstick on her full lips. Her red shirt and yellow mini skirt added a burst of color in the sea of corporate darkness.

    Gia loved the city in the summer and tried to stay above ground as much as possible, but she was running late and needed to be on 14^th street in a hurry. She hated the subway during rush hour because random businessmen would get their rocks off by humping women as they stood pinned at the door of the crowded car.  There were times, she had to admit, when she did not mind the random bump and grind, if the man was handsome, but today was not one of those days. It was hot, steamy and smelled of piss in the subway this morning and she was starting to sweat. 

  Finally, the platform began to shake and she could hear the thunderous sound of the oncoming train as it rolled through the tunnel to greet her.  When the train slowed, she scanned the car through the windows hoping to scout out a safe spot to aim for.  When the doors opened, she held her bag close to her body and  allowed the rushing passengers  to carry her into the car. She wanted to make it to the middle of the car so that she could hold onto a pole, but she only managed to get as far as the door.  She pulled her shoulder bag out of the way of the closing door,  looked up and back, giving  the business man behind her the evil eye so he might be intimidated enough not to get started on her. He was not swayed one bit;  in fact,  he looked down at her and smirked.   She managed to get her hand on her iPod, turned up the volume and waited for the inevitable to begin. 

  The train began its journey through the tunnel and she listened to Nirvana’s “Smells like teen spirit”. The loud music took her back to a time when life was simple when all she was required to do was exist and her parents took care of the rest.  Now she had to work for her bread and butter. She was an abstract artist and hated doing commercial art to pay the bills.  The train jerked to the left and all the commuters, lifted slightly off their feet, shifted to the left.  She was pushed further against the door and it was then that she felt  the businessman’s erection pressed hard on her ass cheek. The train began the continual shifting right to left and right again as it wobbled thru the long tunnel. The lights flicked on and off while giving the passengers a spectacular electrical light show. In the dark, the man pressed up against her so close, she could feel the full size and shape of his manhood.  He was large, long and very hard. Having this private intimate  knowledge about him made her blush and she couldn't help but smile. She found herself getting a little moist at the thought him enjoying her.  Gia pushed her butt out and back a little more, then relaxed against him.  He began to rub his hard dick up and down against her ass along with the trains jerking right and left.  He moved back and forth very slowly  at first and then the  movements became utterly primal as if he was trying to enter her from behind.  Her heart raced and her breaths became rapid.  She stayed very still, closed her eyes and allowed the music to carry  the vibrations of the train floor up her legs to her moist pussy. She wanted to reach down and rub her clitoris so they could enjoy the experience together but knew better. The jerking of the train, the hard thick male member threatening to ravage her  behind, and the vibrating was a recipe for explosive orgasm.  Gia could feel the businessman’s hand on the small of her back keeping control of her body.  She was tempted to  bend over and allow him to take all he wanted.  She imagined he  would  dominate her by pinning her against the train doors , whispering in her ear and invading  her from behind while keeping control of arms and hands. He would use one hand to hold onto her shoulder to ensure deep exploration. He was so large that she would have to moan at the painful pleasure of his head penetrating her. The image was so vivid that she could feel the  ripple of a small orgasm. The train began to slow in anticipation of the upcoming stop. She closed her eyes, wiped her face and took a deep breath.   The smooth wobble of the train into the station was enough to help finish the businessman off. She heard a low series of grunts and felt the heat of his breath on the top of her left ear.

  The train stopped and as the people got exited she was able to turn around. She smoothed her skirt, fixed her shirt and was little embarrassed at the sight of her hard nipples.   She turned quickly and tried to get a better look at the man who made the train ride so worthwhile. The doors closed and the train slowly pulled away from the station. Gia searched for him in the crowd through the train door windows. At first, she was very disappointed, but then was pleasantly surprised to see him staring at her through the window from the stairs on the platform. The train picked up speed and she smiled to herself, squeezed her vaginal muscles and enjoyed the moisture he evoked.

©2/22/2013