(mf sexless)

Walking down a busy street he looked up and met her eyes. She was just
standing there, leaning against a light post. He did not shift his eyes
away.

He hadn't really noticed what she looked like, just a glance of something
dark, darker than her brown eyes. He didn't care all that much. She wanted
to stare at him, so she had some interest in him, whatever it may be. This
alone made her interesting to him.

He didn't stop walking even though he really could not pay attention to
where he was going staring into her eyes. In New York pedestrians are
skilled. He collided with no one during his approach. He stopped less than
an arm's reach from her.

She broke eye contact, turning her head to the street. She stuck her arm out
and a cab pulled up. She opened the back door and got in. The rules say
there are three scenarios that could follow. She pulled the door shut. He
could have stopped her motion to let himself into the car. He could have let
her go.

He walked around to the other side of the cab and got in. She must have told
the cabbie where to go while he was still outside because the meter was
running and the cabbie was driving without him having heard her voice. He
looked her over in the cab. Some puffy looking black rubber boots, black
jeans, a tee advertising Buckwheat Zydeco, and a black denim jacket. No
purse. Tall, slightly heavy -- small breasts but a stomach and noticeable
thighs -- unkempt short dark hair, a smear of maroon lipstick and some
chipped nail polish to match.

She just stared at his face. He made a second pass across her body. Two
small hoop earrings on the side visible to him. Red and blue ribbons pinned
above her left breast pocket. Her right hand shoved into the jacket pocket.
A hematite ring on her left index finger. Wide black leather belt with a
simple silver-toned buckle. Her legs were not crossed, the knees pointing to
the center of the car. Brown laces in the boots. Yellow stenciling on the
side made them look military surplus.

He considered for a moment reaching out to touch her hand or knee. She
turned her head to look out the window and this action drew his attention.
He stared at the back of her jaw as she stared at the street. Below her jaw
against the pale skin of her twisted neck the thin chain of a necklace stood
out.

He reached out and put his hand on the back of her neck. He rubbed the tense
muscles and ran his fingers through the wild hair. She, still staring out
the window, reached up and took hold of his wrist.

The pulled over to the curb and stopped. "Here good?" enquired Prateek, the
cabbie. She dropped her hand and opened the door. He looked at the meter.
$4.75. He reached into his pocket to pull out some cash. She had left the
cab already. He handed the driver a five and a one. He hurried out of the
cab and saw her walk into Grand Central. He followed.

He saw her turn to go down to the subways. As he hurried after her, he
smiled knowing that the cab ride had been a useless expense. She slipped a
token into the turnstile and walked through. He just jumped it so as not to
lose sight of her going down to catch a train that just pulled in. She got
on comfortably but the door closed on his arm pinching it. He didn't notice
what train it was, just something heading downtown. A backtrack from the cab
ride.

He began to ask himself what he was doing chasing a stranger like this. The
train was slightly crowded, no seats available but only a few people
standing. She was leaning against the door on the other side of the train.
He leaned on the door behind him rather than following her to the other
side. His eyes met hers again. She put on a slight grin.

Three stops later the double seat to his left emptied. He took a seat. She
walked over and sat in the other one. She then lifted her legs and turned so
that her back was to the wall and her feet rested in his lap. It is usually
only on buses that you see people siting like that, and then it is across
three seats. She put her arms in her lap, fingers playing with each other,
chipping more nail polish off. He put his hands on her right leg. He noticed
that he now had an erection.

He slid his left had down her thigh and took hold of her hand. She squeezed
it tight as if seeking comfort from some fearsome thing. He rubbed the back
of hand with his thumb. She laughed allowing him a glimpse of her teeth:
discreetly discrete but straight and milky white.

She lifted his hand to her mouth. At first it seemed she would kiss it,
instead she bit his knuckle. He let this continue a moment or two and then
turned his hand to push his index finger in her mouth. She obliged him by
sucking seductively on the exploring digit.

He slipped other hand between her legs to rub her inner thighs. They locked
eyes again. Eyes joined sitting on a downtown subway with every seat taken,
all sense of decorum was now forgotten. He pulled his finger out of her
mouth and began to massage one of her breasts. Her hand which had been
idling in her lap was now sliding up and down through her crotch. His hand
on her thighs got closer and closer to joining her hand in her groin.

She was warm down there, warmer than the rest of her. With his palm on her
ass his thumb could reach to push the denim into her slit. She closed her
eyes for a moment biting her lip. When she opened them again she leaned
forward and he followed suit to meet her in the middle. They brushed noses
and then both turned their heads to join mouth to mouth. She bit at his lips
for a moment then plunged her tongue into his mouth.

Her breathing was heavier now and the pace of her masturbating hand was
considerably accelerated. Both of her breasts were being kneaded one by each
of the two. People in the car must have noticed but the two were shut out of
the world at large. She held her breath for her orgasm and then breathed
long and deep after it. She continued to rub at her sex but put her other
hand on his neck as they continued their kissing.

He had not even been aware that train had stopped when she suddenly turned
away and made hastily for the door. He started to follow but the door was
closed before he made it to his feet. The train began to pull out and he
stood by the door watching her race up the steps to the street.

He sighed, then walked to the other end of the car to find out what train he
was on.