It was a nice breezy Saturday morning in New York City. I was going home, after departing from my friend's birthday bash at a lower Manhattan bar. Too drunk to drive home, I decided to utilize that MetroCard that I had in my pocket for weeks. So, I dashed down to Brooklyn Bridge – City Hall / Chambers Street Subway station steps like a sprinter. Then I swiped through the turnstile, and saw that the #6 local train was there already. I got on the last car and sighed with relief that it was clean and air-conditioned. Vaguely remembering that I ever had a venture in the subway car, I pulled out my new gold iPhone 5S and took a picture of myself in the deserted train car.
As the metallic doors closed, I sat in the single seat and closed my eyes. Images of me having fun at the party roamed my head. I thought I was watching myself in a high-priced hip-hop music video sipping Cîroc Amaretto along, dancing with biracial women, and wisecracking with a few friends. They complemented me on my Versace Medusa Embroidered T-shirt and matching Air Jordan "Grape" V sneakers.
Opening my eyes, I found my Greek friend Nicole who sat in front of me being clad in a honey-colored trench coat and black gloves. She still had that perfect smile and permanent creamy Californian tan. On her feet was a pair of black five-inch stiletto heels. Her shiny flawless long wavy platinum-blond hair hung around her shoulders. She looked like a stunning hooker from the old sex-crazed Times Square.
"Hey, what's up, Nicole? How are you?" I asked.
"I'm good." She chuckled. "You still look the same. Haven't aged at all, are you Mar'e?"
"Thanks." I smiled. "Girl, you look amazing too! I just left a party."
"Oh, yeah! How was it?"
"It was turnt up!" I said, giving her a wink. "That party was an exception, to make my summer."
"I wish I was there, because my night was lousy."
"Word! What happened?"
"I went to meet this guy at his place. He was very sweet and generous. I was in the mood to fuck his brains out but he couldn't get it up for me. So I was just ... pissed!"
I laughed. "Wow, that's really bad! How could he not get it up for a sexy-ass woman like you?"
"Yeah funny, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "I feel bad that you wasted your time seeing him."
"I'm still horny! I want to fuck! I put on my best outfit for him."
Nicole got up and flashed me to show she was not wearing any clothes under her trench coat. Her nudeness aroused me to the max. Nicole had a perfect body! Her curves were mouthwatering! Perky tits and perfectly shaved pussy were her assets. I could inhale the sweet vanilla scent wafting from her love box and the aroma was intoxicating. I felt the sexual heat emanating from her creamy pussy. Nicole sat down with a smile on her face. My facial expression made her laugh.
"Did I make your cock hard?" She asked smilingly.
I nodded and replied, "Yes."
The train pulled into the Bleecker Street station. The doors slid open and nobody boarded the car. Then the doors closed and the train rolled on. I never had sex on a subway train before even though it was a fantasy of mine. I was praying to God that Nicole and I have the car to ourselves if we do fuck until we reach our train stop.
"How big is your cock?" Nicole asked as she rubbed her pussy.
"My, my, that's a mouthful." Nicole continued. "You have an enormous dick."
"That's right! And you look you have a great sex drive."
"I do actually. I am super horny. I need some black cock. Do you think you can handle me?"
"Oh, you know I can." I replied.
"So you know what that means..."
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