Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Subway Ride by SomeRandomJoe I got on the subway, relieved to finally be heading home. It had been a long day at work, and I was tired, and I was looking forward to a quick dinner and maybe a little TV before collapsing unconscious in my bed. At least there were plenty of seats on the train at this hour. I settled into one, and pulled out something to read, but I was so weary I had trouble focusing on it. How different things might have been if I'd just buried my nose in my book..... She gets on two stops later, at Times Square. I am easily distracted by the motion of people getting off and others getting on, and look up from my reading. When I see her step through the door, I can't believe my eyes. As I look up from her feet to head, I see she is tall and she is gorgeous, with long legs disappearing into a short leather skirt, curves in all the right places, a face that could stop traffic, and curly hair that drops across her shoulders in just the right way. "Please sit across from me," I silently will, hoping that I will be able to see her when everyone has settled, and my heart beats a little bit faster when she does. At least I'll get a few minutes' thrill out of my late commute home, I think gratefully. I gawk for a moment, and she starts to turn her head my way. I quickly (too quickly?) look back down at my book. Did she notice me staring? I flush a little bit, embarrassed, but maybe she didn't see. I peek up over the edge of the book, and she is looking right at me. A sly grin spreads across her face, knowing she has my attention. I turn my head down once more, pretending to read, but we both know that she is the only thing I am thinking about now. She probably already knows she has me helpless to resist, but she decides to toy with me a little, just to be sure. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I am unable to avoid her stare any more. Slowly, ever so slowly, she uncrosses her legs and sits straight, legs pressed together. Her eyes flick down for a moment, and as I follow, my gaze is drawn to her thighs, and to the darkness between them. She spreads them apart, ever so slightly, and I gasp. Is she not wearing anything under the skirt?! I try to look deeper, without being obvious about it, but she has learned what she wanted to know, and has no intention of giving too much away herself, and crosses her legs again. By the next stop, I have put my book away, no longer able to keep up even the pretense of reading. She pretends to ignore me, but I can tell she is watching me and my reactions to her. Every movement of her body makes me twitch with desire and anticipation. She shifts her leg a bit. *twitch* She brings her hand up to brush her hair back from her face. *twich* She rolls her shoulders back for a moment, ever so slightly pushing her chest forward. *twitch* She dangles her foot idly, back and forth, back and forth. *twitch, twitch* The rest of the world slowly fades away. My station comes and goes, and it never even occurs to me to get off the train. I have no concept of where I am, or what I am doing, and am enthralled by every shift she makes. I think she somehow knows when we pass my stop, and it makes her smile once more. I am thoroughly ensnared in her web, and my only reaction is to be thrilled at the sight of her smile. Some time later - I don't even know how long - she begins to rise as the train pulls into a station. I want to follow her, but I know I shouldn't. I begin to come to, enough to realize that I don't even know where I am. I've never been this far uptown before. The doors open, and she confidently strides out while I debate with myself. Realizing the opportunity is passing, and unwilling to let this euphoric feeling pass, my desire wins out over my common sense, and I jump up and dart out the door just before it closes. She never even looks back; she knows I will be there. As we move toward the stairs, I let a person or two in between us, hoping that she won't catch me following her, not understanding that she doesn't need to see me to be sure. She turns down a street, and I follow, staying back a bit. Her ass sways back and forth magnificently, entrancing me once more with its movement. I pay no attention to where I'm going. All that exists is this exquisite woman, and her unimaginably perfect ass. We walk two blocks? Five? Ten? I don't even know. I am barely even conscious at this point. And then she comes to a stop in front of a building, and I am suddenly afraid. I want to run and hide, I fear that she will be worried about a stranger following her home, I don't want to scare her. (How ridiculous of me to think such a thing is possible!) But there is nowhere to hide as she turns her head to look at me for the first time since she left the train. She peers over her shoulder, and asks, simply, "Do you want to touch it?" I don't need to ask what "it" is, and I nod dumbly, unable to form the words to reply. I stumble forward slowly, until I am standing right behind her. I look at her once more, as if to ask if this is really happening, and she smiles that unbelievable smile back at me, and turns her gaze down. That's all the encouragement I need. I reach out my hand, and as I touch her ass, it seems like a miracle that I don't cum on the spot. I have never felt anything so wonderful in all my life. She lets my hand linger for only a moment, all too brief, and then pushes it away. I whimper, feeling a profound loss, and fearing that this will be the end of my dream, but she is just getting started. "On your knees," she commands. For the briefest moment, I wonder if I should refuse, but my cock and my brain are united in desire, and I drop to my knees. The thought crosses my mind to hope that there is nobody else on this street to see me like this, but I don't really care any more. "Kiss it," she orders, and this time there is no hesitation at all. I lean forward and plant my lips on her ass, pressed against the leather of her skirt. I cannot believe how lucky I am to be in this position. She lets me adore her for longer this time, but after a minute or two (or perhaps it's merely the longest second of my life?), she steps away, and begins to walk up the stone steps to her building. "Follow," she orders, as if there were any doubt that I would. I start to rise, but she stops me. "On your knees. And quickly." She opens the door, and I scramble up the stairs on my knees. The hard stone hurts my legs, but I don't care. There is only her, and my need for her. I follow her through the door, down the hallway, and into her apartment. The door closes behind us, the click briefly registering in the back corner of my mind. She is still facing away from me. "You are sure this is what you want?" she asks, as if giving me one last chance to escape. This time I manage to croak out a response, "Yes." Her hands drop to her skirt, and slowly roll it up over her hips. I am mesmerized by the motion, and I audibly gasp once more as I discover that my earlier suspicion is true: underneath her skirt is nothing but her divine flesh, exposed to me in all its glory. "Kiss it," she tells me again, and I practically lunge forward to plant my face against her ass. My lips worship every inch, and just as I feel that I could die from happiness, she reaches her hands down again, and pulls apart her cheeks. "Lick it." Now, for the first time since she boarded that train, I pause, and doubt begins to creep into my mind. I have never done that before, and I ask myself if I actually want to press my tongue to this woman's asshole. She senses my inner conflict, and knows exactly how to push me past it. She takes a step forward, separating herself from me, and tells me, "Get up. Leave. Get out now." I cry out in anguish that I may have brought this dream to an end. "No, please! Don't make me leave!" A tear begins to roll down my face. She knows her victory is complete; I will do anything she wants me to now, anything at all. She steps back to me once more. "Lick it," she says, and this time I comply. My tongue reaches out, my face buried between her cheeks, and I lick passionately. I know that I have surrendered to this woman, this stranger whose name I don't even know, and I don't care. All I want is to please her, to maintain this bliss forever, and she intends to take full advantage of me. My new life as her slave has begun.