A day in the life...

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

I've gotten a few emails from you all wondering about who I am and what I do. And since I sadly haven't had any exciting adventures lately (wearing out my vibrator DOESN'T count!), I figured I'd share a few of the more mundane details of my life...

I work at a law firm in the city, so every morning I get all coiffed and professional and stroll down the street for a scone on my way to work...

Okay, that's a lie. In reality, I'm horrible at mornings, so I frantically run around my house trying to find clean clothes, shoes that match my clothes, my keys, my purse, my cell, tripping over my two cats all the while. I barely manage to brush my hair and throw on mascara before I have to run out the door in order to catch my train. Even still, I always somehow manage to find time to stop at the bakery to scope out Naomi. She's done wonders for my morning routine, and quite possibly my professional career. My lust for the bakery goddess has inspired me to actually put a little effort in. These days I'm generally wearing a pencil skirt that shows off my ass, stockings and sexy heels... dunno if Naomi has noticed, but I'm pretty sure I caught my boss Tyler staring at my ass when I was bent over the copier this morning. So I guess my effort has paid off :)

After my brief interlude of staring at Naomi and imagining what she'd smell like as I run my tongue along her earlobe (sweat, fresh baked goods, and sex is what I like to think), I hop on the train for the ride into the city. The train is always packed, full of cranky people trying to read a newspaper, juggle coffee and avoid making eye contact with anyone else. Generally, this means that I've got some corporate-type asshole holding the entire Wall Street Journal right in my face. One of the other delights of my morning is the 'groper'. There is always a groper on the subway. Why is this? Of course on a crowded train you can't really avoid rubbing up against people. But there always seems to be a gentleman who stands just a little too close... Maybe my tight skirts and fishnet stockings are having more of an effect on the pervy train guys than Naomi :)

Each morning I cram myself into the train car and try to ignore the guy rubbing his cock against my ass. The thing is, when I feel that slight swelling behind me, and the self-conscious adjustment the guy makes as he tries to simultaneously hide his erection and cop a feel, I'm disgusted. But I'm also turned on... It's so impersonal, this hard-on poking me in the ass, yet something about it gets me going. As much as I giggle with my girlfriends about the nasty guy on the train trying to nudge his dick into my personal space, I'm strangely aroused. And when my morning commute doesn't involve a semi-hard cock, I must admit I feel bereft :)

This morning, I'm afraid I got a little naughty...

As I stood on the train sipping my tea, I felt a little nudge as the guy behind me pressed against my back. He smelled amazing, woodsy and fresh and incredibly masculine. Without turning around, I shifted position slightly, pressing my ass against his cock - just a little, wanting to see what he'd do. Sure enough I felt a twitch as his cock started to get harder. Pretending I was getting something out of my laptop bag at my feet, I leaned over and pressed my ass into his crotch, gratified to feel quite a significant bulge. I stood back up and felt his breath on my neck as he struggled to get himself under control... I started using the movement of the train to my advantage - every time the train lurched, I 'accidentally' massaged his cock with my ass, sliding back and forth along the shaft, feeling the tip straining against the front of his pants. I amused myself imagining how his cock would look. Would he be cut? uncut? Would he be hairy or keep it trimmed? Would it be as big as it felt? I imagined what it would be like to run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, cupping his heavy balls as I tease him with my tongue, circling the tip of his cock until I take him completely into my mouth...

By this time I was completely wet, my pussy aching with a need to be filled. I kept my face carefully neutral as I more brazenly arched my back a little and pushed further back against his cock. I heard his breath catch, but he didn't move away. Taking this an invitation to keep going, I moved my hips in little half circles... God, I was dying to fuck this guy, this complete stranger. I didn't even know what he looked like! But the feel of his cock, this totally anonymous cock against my ass had left my panties dripping.

I wanted - and desperately needed - him to slide his hand under my skirt and pull my panties aside. I imagined the feel of his slightly callused fingers slipping along my wet lips, and his delight at how I responded to his smallest movement, teasing me until I was shaking with the need to be penetrated. Subway guy wouldn't give in easily, I knew. He'd keep feathering little caresses over my swollen pussy, just brushing my clit, starting to slide in a fingertip, and then pulling away. When I couldn't take it anymore, he'd plunge two fingers deep into my pussy and I would bite my lips to keep from crying out and alerting all the other train passengers to what was going on... Oh, god. If only...

Just as I was sure I was going to start moaning out loud, I realized we were nearly at my stop. As the train pulled into the station, I leaned over to pick up my bag, enjoying one last brush with train guy's cock. Without turning around, I walked off the train and up the stairs to the street. I didn't want to know what he looked like, I wanted to keep our perfectly anonymous moment...

As soon as I got to the office, I practically ran to the bathroom. My pussy was so sensitive and swollen, I nearly came just from the friction... I got to a private stall, made sure no one could hear me, and finally got my release.

Hmm... I was planning on writing a bit about my work life, but recounting my adventure with the subway guy has got me all hot and bothered :) I think I might have to postpone writing for a bit and have a hot date with my trusty vibrator. I do know one thing, I've got a new favorite fantasy :)