Late on a hot August afternoon I boarded the subway at 14th Street, and sat down in the next to last available seat. At the following stop a black couple, obviously lovers, boarded and she took the seat next to me, with him standing in front of the two of us; leaving me staring at his right hip.
I'd been kinda edgy all afternoon; knew my period was coming because I was as horny as a cat on a hot tin roof. I had been daydreaming about how I was going to have Stevie fuck me later after I'd had a shower and changed my clothes. Me and Stevie were like those star-crossed lovers that Shakes Beer guy wrote about, Romeo and whatshername ... ahh Mr. Paterson was always talking about them in junior year English.
Anyway, the black dude was really something to see close up and all. Shaven head, glistening with sweat from the August heat wave. The tight tee he wore accentuated abs like you wouldn't believe. And as the train pulled out of the station he kind of leaned over her and she began rubbing her long red fingernails along the length of his dick.
They had to know I was watching! Oh, you bet she knew I was watching; flaunting his horse cock off as if no one else had a decent sized dick but her man. Oh, the bitch wanted me to see its outline, made his slacks ever so tight around it by pinching the material.
And she was talking to it -- not him, to it -- "Oh, baby, you so sweet, Momma's gonna work you hard soon's we get to our crib!"
Shit like that, you know. Fuck, he WAS hot and all. I mean if we were in a darkened club instead of the subway I might have tried making friends with them, know what I mean?
But that wasn't the case. I wanted him, but knew I couldn't have him, not with the way she was rubbing that fine dick of his with those unbelievably long fingernails.
"We getting off here," he said in a deep, raspy voice, kinda like that Lou Rawls my grandma always listened to on her record player. His voice was so sexy that it pinged off my clittie like it was nothing but a tuning fork, and maybe it was.
"Yeah," his bitch chimed in, "You want some of his mojo, you best come wit us."
Then as their stop came up, he pulled her up to her feet and kissed her -- open mouthed, I gasped as a pink tongue darted out of his coal black face to quiver in the bitch's milk chocolate colored mouth.
It had to be for my benefit, cause as they left the car she gave me this smarmy smirk while he grabbed her ass and moved her out and onto the platform where he started dry-humping her against the steel girder near the edge of the platform.
It took all my will power to keep from leaping up and racing after them before the doors closed, but I managed.
She had his dick out and waved it at me as the train pulled away. I dug my hand into my lap not caring if the other passengers knew I was trying to rub one off in front of them. But after taking a deep breath I managed to control myself and left both hands in my lap until my station came up and I left the train on shaky legs.
Three stops later I got off, and needing to sit down to steady my legs, I popped into a Nathan's for an Orange drink and a hotdog.
After that it was only another block and I was home; the lower floor of a four story brownstone. My rent was half of what it should have been because I gave the fiftyish landlord a blowjob once or twice a month, and I had his promise that I could get one month a year free if I'd fuck him a couple times when his wife went to visit her sister in Massachusetts during October. I had no problem with that, it seemed right; he treated me very well normally, fixing things as soon as I complained about them and all. And a month's rent is a month's rent ... right?
I was actually panting by the time I finished throwing my clothes onto the bedroom floor and moved into my tiny bathroom wearing only my panties. My little kitten went scampering off into a corner of the bedroom. I must have frightened her throwing my stuff all over.
I moved into the bathroom because I had to pee. As I started pulling my panties down I saw how wet the gusset was, with several thin, mucus-like strands of god-knows what trailing from the gusset all the way back into my snatch. I had seen some weird shit come out of my cunt, but never anything like this. (1)
(1) After talking with a couple girlfriends a few days later I learned that when you ovulate in the middle of your menstrual cycle your vagina secretes a clear to slightly cloudy fluid that is more copious than at other times of the month. While this type of vaginal discharge is perfectly healthy, other types are cause for concern. For example, if the fluid is clotted, clumpy and white, like cottage cheese, the problem is likely a yeast infection ... Vaginal discharge can also signal STI, a sexually transmitted infection, including gonorrhea, trichomoniasis (in which the discharge is usually frothy), or Chlamydia (which can cause excessive, clear-to-white discharge)
And so as I emptied my bladder, I brought the crotch to my nose and after examining it brought it to my nose and sniffed. I detected a mixture of pee, sweat and gooey secretions that had be a fluid released when I'd cum on the train.
"Mmmm, not bad!" I said to the empty bathroom.
I thought of the black dude and how I'd almost gotten off the train with him and his girl friend and, having finished pissing and wild with lust, stuffed the slimiest portion of the material in my mouth and began licking and chewing and swallowing the tangy, sticky substances that had leaked from my cunt.
I came without touching my pussy, and still savoring the creamy slime and tangy flavors emanating from the soiled panties I held the crotch of the panties in one hand and turned the water on in the tub with the other, then added some soothing bath oils. I carefully stepped into the tub and lay back with my feet hanging over the edge of the tub so that the water streaming out hit my clittie full force.
I jammed the section of the panties covered with the mucus-like goo into my mouth and sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more until the strange taste had all but evaporated.
Meanwhile as the oily warmth enveloped me, my orgasm returned without any warning and I enjoyed a marvelous sequence of mini-cums from the warm water cascading over my clit. I really had no choice other than to lay back with my eyes closed while languidly caressing my soapy legs, thighs and breasts.
It was fuckin' heavenly, and by far the most enjoyable bath I could remember.
And in remembering, I recalled the black dude and fantasized what it would have been like to have him drag me off someplace and fuck me senseless while my thumb meandered around until it found my belly button, lingering at its edge while my remaining fingers drifted down between my legs.
God I was soooo hot!
I pinched thumb and forefinger together, tweaking lightly, deliberately dawdling, while languidly caressing the juncture between my thighs thinking about his huge cock, his flat pink tongue and how he would have used them on me.
I dozed off in the scented water, but the black dude kept intruding ... intruding ... intruding.
Until I was suddenly wide awake. My fingers were now fully enveloped in my snatch, and in a hazy lust, moved deviously, curling here, poking there; moving faster, moving deeper, faster and faster...
My climax reverberated off the foggy, steam-clad mirrors and tiles while my cat scurried to its safe place in the bedroom.
I lay there soaking until the water cooled then climbed out of the tub, and with the water slowly cascading down my body, admired myself in the full-length mirror. My face was clear. No acne since my junior year when Evelyn Hecht clued me in on proper diet and shit like that. I turned sideways and examined my breasts. My tits were good sized, very good sized, and I acknowledged their firmness by reaching under them and tracing their curve with my fingertips. Inevitably, my fingers slid out to the nipples and gently squeezed them. Moments later the nipples sprouted out until they were roughly a half inch in length. I'd always admired the way the pebbles showed up about then and gave them each a couple flicks of my thumb to keep them stimulated.
No wonder the black couple had invited me to join them. It would have been a hell of a good time, I just know it, I told myself just as my hand slipped down to push through the soft, silken tufts above my mons. I paused for a second, then ran both hands along the inside of my thighs, while my thumbs rippled along the dark brown down of pubic hair.
Jesus! Had I ever been this horny before?
I glanced at the clock in the bedroom. Stevie was usually early. I recalled he'd said something about bringing a friend to watch some porn.
Well O-fucking-K, I told myself, and donned a pair of tight shorts and a tank top, no bra needed thank you so very much, oh goddess of tits.
I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top and my hair wasn't quite dry and hung damply about my ears as I opened the door on the first ring and stood there, chin slightly raised; a pre-arranged arrogant, but impish expression on my face as I gazed hungrily at Stevie.
Stevie hadn't said which friend he was bringing and I didn't really care. I was satiated for the moment. "Hey, baby!" Stevie chirped as I wormed my way into his arms. His hands went right to my ass, squeezing the cheeks appreciatively. I could feel his friend's eyes on me, and enjoyed being the center of attention.
And his kiss of greeting set this restless itch aglow off in the distance. After two or three torrid kisses, he pulled away.
.... There is more of this story ...