Chapter 1

God do I hate the fucking subway. Every Monday morning was the same shit show. Everyone packed into the subway car like sardines. Always some burly guy breathing down your neck. Always some crazy, smelly homeless person spouting gibberish. I hate the fucking subways.

Tom stared at the ad of the underwear model sticking her butt out provocatively. He took a final swig out of his coffee mug and when he looked back at the ad, the old Puerto Rican lady sitting underneath the model stared back at him. Tom averted his eyes so not to seem rude ... or crazy. Though the man at the end of the car that was screaming about lizard people was taking up half a bench by himself. Maybe he wasn’t the craziest person on the train.

Tom worked downtown in the corporate headquarters of a company that produced air conditioners overseas. ‘I know, really edge of your seat thrill ride career choice’ he always quipped when asked about his work. At 32, he jumped the ladder pretty quick and was making decent money for work that was likely to give him carpal tunnel before the age of 40.

Tom sighed and shifted his weight back and forth on his feet and readjusted his grip on the bar above his head. The car hadn’t completely packed up yet and maybe today would be a little lighter than normal. The car suddenly shifted as the brakes began to slow the train down. A gaggle of people standing on the platform rushed by the windows. The train finally stopped and the doors slid open in a dull sci-fi manner. For a brief moment the group the train and the group on the platform just stared at each other.

Fuck, Tom thought, no one’s getting off.

The gaggle began to push their way into the car when Tom saw her. As a broad shouldered 6 ft Italian guy began to push his way into the car, from behind him stepped out what Tom could only describe as an ebony goddess.

She stood almost a foot shorter than his 6’1 frame but with a large bouncy afro that met the top of his eyes. Her complexion a flawless chocolate, studded with bright hazel eyes. Her lips were full and perfectly covered with a maroon lipstick. Tom’s eyes wandered down to her white blouse that tightly contained her D-ish sized breasts. It showed off the top of her cleavage but looked professional enough for an office setting. Her toned figure tapered into her waist at such a degree as to make an hourglass jealous. She wore what would be a knee length black skirt but due to her ample backside it rode a couple inches higher than the designer intended.

After giving her a quick once over Tom attention bounced back to her face. Something was different about it. The woman wasn’t smiling but her lips had a slight curl up at the edges. She seemed happy. Tom shifted his focus to the old Puerto Rican lady, her dour expression made him think some shit in her breakfast. He looked back and saw that the goddess was edging closer to him as more people poured into the already packed car.

Tom attempted to scoot back but a pair Asian tourists him blocked in. This is gonna get tight here in a second, he thought to himself. The goddess was merely a foot and a half directly in front of him. With every new passenger cramming in she would step back an inch at a time. Then the smell hit him. Normally in the car all you could smell was a mix of B.O., overzealous cologne users, and the unwashed homeless. This time all Tom could smell was tea tree oil emanating from the goddess. Not overpowering but it cut through everything else like a knife.

A sudden jerk snapped Tom out of his thoughts. The train was moving and she was right there. Not feet, not inches, but the goddess had backed into a hairs width away from Tom. He looked down and most of what he could see was her tightly curled hair of her afro. Dark brown hairs with flecks of auburn scattered throughout. Below that he couldn’t help but notice her ample butt teasingly close to his crotch. Tom noticed the tab on his zipper was pointing straight out, settled down boy he chuckled to himself. Then it happened.

As the train was picking up speed it began to rock back and forth like a ship on the seas, rhythmically and consistently. But with that the gap between him and the goddess disappeared entirely. Her butt pressed into his crotch and the gentle sway begun to rub it back and forth into his manhood. Tom saw the goddess turn her head slightly and mumble an apology back at him. He didn’t catch exactly what she said because he was focus on anything but her. His cock began to stir to life in his pants and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in public like that and in front of her.

A flash in his head and he snapped his attention to the Puerto Rican lady who ate shit for breakfast ... except she had been sitting down and that whole section was now blocked by beautiful, wonderful smelling curls. Shit. Looking around all Tom could see was the backs of peoples heads and ads of half naked underwear models ... which wasn’t helping. He closed his eyes and tried to think of some thing gross. The skirt she was wearing was a soft, flexible fabric and he felt her rump graze his crotch again. Tom tried to think of that gross thing that happened at his friends party that caused it to end early. Not working. He looked back down to his quickly tenting pants.

As Tom tried desperately to settle himself down, his cock was growing larger from the, very nice he had to admit, stimulation. But the more it grew the more she rubbed up against it. Tom finally was standing there, his face as blank as he could make it, his cock pressing angrily against the zipper of his trouser. Jesus, Tom thought, don’t move, don’t breath, don’t ... With that the train hit a bump and every passenger rocked back a couple inches. Tom felt the goddess’s butt mash directly into his very swollen member. Her back also pressed into his chest and after a split second of sheer terror, Tom felt her back stiffen as the realization of what was nestled, very snuggly and comfortably, against her butt.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!, Tom screamed internally.

Tom closed his eyes again. He waited for the flood of embarrassment. The goddess would scream, turn and slap him. One of the burly construction looking guys by the other door would probably barrel through the crowd and knock in his teeth. Then for good measure the homeless who was screaming about lizard people earlier would probably steal his wallet.

Nothing.

Tom slowly opened his eyes to see the goddess looking over her shoulder at him. The confusion struck him like a lightning bolt. Why didn’t she screa ... the feeling of fingernails lightly scraping over his belt buckle snapped his attention down. Just in time to see goddess’s hand gently tracing the outline of his cock in his slacks. As she reached the base her hand cupped under and gently kneaded his balls for a second before pulling away. He looked back up at her face and noticed the glint in the one eye he could see and how her light smile looked somehow ... wicked.