We could all feel the tension as we stood waiting on the platform en masse. When
the metal doors finally burst open we sprang forward as one, all pretense of
civility forgotten in the mad rush to board and grab seats.  The schoolgirl on my
right was quick, but I was the far more experienced commuter.  I got the seat. 
Her eyes flared in a searing burst of hatred and resentment.  I looked up with a
blank expression.  She moved on.  I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue.

I settled in and looked around the car.  Although most of the seats were
occupied, the train still wasn't very crowded at two in the afternoon.  To my
right sat two black women chatting about this and that, one with a baby on her
lap.  A balding businessman in a dark suit and wing-tips was reading "Midnight in
the Garden of Good and Evil."  And sitting directly across from me was a vision
that sent a tingle straight down to my crotch.

He was young, perhaps sixteen or so.  He was Asian, probably Chinese, with a thin
angular face that was smooth and hairless.  I guessed that his body would be slim
as well, though I could not tell much about his physique beneath the baggy
clothing that draped over him.  I let my gaze rove up and down his body, taking
in the oversized beige pants, heavy Timberland boots sprawled in studied
insousiance in the aisle, and the shirttails that hung out from under his
black-and-blue winter jacket.  I wondered about the feet within the clog-like
boots.  Were they as large as they seemed, or was the footwear merely part of the
three-sizes-too-big ensemble?  My eyes roved upwards to his exposed hands, to
compare.  They were large, large and soft.  I thought about how those hands would
feel on my waist, or cupping my breasts.  I shivered in secret pleasure under my
long coat.

For a moment I brazenly stared at his crotch.  But that was less than useless,
since his voluminous clothes concealed anything of interest.  To redirect my
thoughts away from imagining his cock I refocused on his face.  It was a young
face, an inexperienced face.  My eyes dwelled on his thin, dark eyebrows and
slightly angled eyes, his full, pouty lips, and his prominent cheekbones.  It was
delicate enough to be a girl's face, but for the broadness and the
not-quite-feminine jaw.  His hair was parted down the center in the mushroom cut
that seemed to predominate among the Chinese boys I saw on the train each day. 
My gaze caressed the two dark curls that framed his broad forehead.  He was
beautiful.  He was looking back at me.

His glance was sharp, appraising.  I looked directly into his eyes and let my
lips curve upwards into a smile.  I could see uncertainty creep into his
expression.  My smile turned a shade more wicked.  His expression froze, and his
dark eyes widened.  I showed my teeth and narrowed my eyes to slits, promising
him wonders that went well beyond his limited experience.  He tried to maintain
his cool facade, but we both knew better.  I rose just as the lights of the Court
Street station appeared through the windows and the train began to slow to a
stop.  I crossed over until I stood in front of him, his face level with my
breasts.  I looked down at him and deliberately let my coat fall open, revealing
my trim business suit and white turtleneck blouse.  "This is where we're getting
off," I said.  "Come with me."

He hesitated for a short moment and then got up and followed me through the doors
and onto the platform.  I marched purposefully toward the rickety narrow
escalator that would take us to street level.  I glanced over my shoulder and saw
him standing, frozen, watching the train as it departed without us.  He looked
indecisive, almost panicked.  Then he looked after me striding to the bottom of
the escalator.  I swayed my hips a little extra for a few steps and hopped on. 
He shook his head, clearing the image of my ass from his irises, and then hurried
to catch up.

When I reached the top I stepped off and, without missing a beat, plunged through
the turnstile and started up the steps to the street.  When I got there I stopped
and looked around: there was Borough Hall, and the Main Post Office. Shit! 
Nothing appropriate was coming to mind, and I had to hurry or risk screwing up
the whole thing.  I couldn't think of any nearby hotels, and that would be too
much for him anyway.  What was I going to do?

I sensed him hurtling up the stairs behind me a split-second later.  Well, in for
a penny, I thought, and headed up Court Street.  Finally he caught up, those long
legs of his closing the distance despite those bell-bottomed phat-pants that
impeded his running.  "Where... how...?" he stuttered.

I didn't answer.  We strode in silence briefly until I asked him, without turning
my head, "what's your name?"

"Harry," he answered.  "Harry Lee."

"That won't do at all," I said.  "I mean your real name, not the one teachers
call you at school."  I snuck a glimpse at him out of the corner of my eye, and I
could swear I saw him blush.  Delicious!

"Um... Han," he said.  "My name is Han Lee."  As he spoke I looked past him and
saw that we were nearing the Library.  The new, recently-renovated Public
Library.  And since it was still only about two-fifteen, it wouldn't be full of
schoolkids yet, either.  Perfect!

I stopped in my tracks and took him by the arm.  "Well, Han Lee," I said, "I
think it's time for your first real lesson.  Tell me, do you like learning new
things?"

He looked baffled.  "Um... I guess... I mean...  I dunno..."

I smiled brilliantly at him.  "Come," I said, and tugged on his sleeve as I
turned to enter the Library.  He was obviously puzzled, but he'd played along
this far, so why stop now?

The two of us went inside, with me in the lead.  I looked everywhere around me
for someplace that would work, never slackening my pace enough to let him know I
didn't have a plan.  After wandering around the whole first floor we headed up to
the top floor, and just as I was about to give up we found it.  Hidden deep in
the History/Biography section was a back area that said "Rest Rooms," with a
little wheelchair graphic.

Uttering a small prayer of thanks to recent Handicapped-Access laws I turned the
metal handle on the bathroom door.  A miracle!  It turned smoothly.  There was no
one inside.  Furthermore it was clean, another miracle itself, and wide enough to
accomodate a whole orgy.  I leaned in and flicked the light switch and then held
the door partway open and looked at Han Lee.

"Han Lee," I said in a coquettish voice.  "I need to use this bathroom."  He
looked at me dimly.  I could see this one would take some work.  I took his hand
in mine and stroked it.  "The use I had in mind involves both of us," I murmured.
 He stared at me and then swallowed hard.  He nodded.  I pulled him gently into
the bathroom, and pulled the door shut behind me and locked it.  He gulped again.

I moved close to him, so close that we were only separated by an inch or so.
"Tell me, Han Lee," I breathed.  "Have you ever been with a woman before?"  He
blushed noticeably and cleared his throat.  "Well... um..."

I shrugged my long coat onto the floor behind me and unbuttoned my jacket.  He
froze, watching me.  I smiled, and the jacket landed on top of the coat.
"Well...?" I said.  "Um..." he repeated, his eyes never leaving me.  "Um...
what?" I asked, and used both my hands to push his winter jacket back off his
shoulders until it slipped off.

He blinked hard, and blinked again.  "Yeah, sure..." he said, trailing off as I
unbuttoned the top button of his flannel shirt.  "Hey -- what're you..."  I
shushed him with a finger on his lips, and then unbuttoned him the rest of the
way down.  "Just answer the question," I whispered, as I peeled the shirt off
him.

He shook his head and tried to focus.  "Yeah.  Yeah, I been with girls before." I
untucked his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.  He bent to help me get it off,
but remained passive otherwise.  He was blushing again, too.

I moved around behind him and snaked my arms around his waist.  I massaged his
flat belly, his hairless chest, and stimulated his nipples with my fingertips. I
lifted my turtleneck up and over my breasts, and then pressed my chest against
his back.  I rubbed against him, letting the lace of my bra scritch-scratch
against his smooth torso.  My nipples were hard.  So were his, as they responded
to my fingers.  I pulled one hand back and moistened my thumb and index finger in
my mouth.  Then I found his nipple again and caressed it with my slick digits. 
His breathing quickened, and he swayed back, leaning into my breasts and crushing
them.

"That wasn't what I asked you," I murmured into his ear.  For good measure I let
my lips wander closer to his ear until I was nuzzling it, and I ran my tongue
around the edge and down to the lobe.  At the same time I brought my hands down
until I found the waistband of his baggy pants, and I undid the button from
behind.  I unzipped the zipper and pushed the pants over his thin hips until they
flopped down on the floor.  The leg-openings were so ridiculously wide that he
didn't even have to take off his boots, but instead just stepped out of the pile
of trousers.

He turned around, standing before me in his big brown boots and a pair of red
ribbed briefs.  When he saw me he stared, not at my face but at my tits.  "So
you've never been with a real woman, then?" I mocked, but only gently.  "Then
maybe it's time you see what happens after girls grow up."

"Come closer," I said.  "You like my tits?  You want to see them?"  He nodded and
shuffled closer involuntarily.  I half-closed my eyes and thrust my breasts
toward him.  "You'll have to unwrap them" I invited.  He reached out to fumble
with the bra straps in the back.  "No, silly," I admonished.  "It unhooks in the
front."  I took his hands in mine and pulled them close, letting them graze along
the surface of my breasts.  "You see the clasp in the middle," I said, "between
my breasts?  Use two hands, one on each side...  thaaaaat's it... and snap it
out...  right, like that... now unhook..."  The bra popped open and the cups slid
off me, revealing my pale breasts and their small, pink, very erect nipples.  The
boy's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

He reached eagerly and squeezed, a bit too hard for my tastes.  "Softly," I said.
 "Be gentle.  Hold them softly but firmly, like you'd cup these--" I reached out
and cupped his balls in my hand through the red cotton material of his briefs. 
"--Just like that."  His grip lightened and became more caressing. I pressed my
tits into his hands and sighed in pleasure, but did not relinquish my hold on his
balls.  As he held me I held him, and when he rubbed I did too.

I could feel the effect this dual stimulation was having as his briefs started to
fill out.  This was taking too long anyway, I thought, especially in a public
restroom.  Without further ado I yanked his underwear down and let his rising
cock bob out.  It was lovely, longish and slim, perfectly in proportion to the
rest of his naked body on display in front of me.

I grinned and wrapped my hand around it tightly, causing it to jerk and come
fully erect instantaneously.  I sank to my knees before him and looked up at the
expression of startled delight on his face.  "Mmmm," I said as I licked my lips,
and then opened them and took him inside my mouth.  I could feel his gaze on me
as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, now and then extending my tongue and
licking him like a delectable phallic lollipop.  It wasn't the most effective
blow job I've ever given, but it was visually stimulating for him. And that was
my intent, since I didn't want my golden boy shooting off in my mouth and then
wilting away unfinished.

With a last lingering lick I pulled back and regarded his moist organ, gleaming
in the flourescent light.  I smiled, and, still on my knees, groped around until
I found my purse.  After a few seconds of rooting around my hand found the hidden
inside pocket where I kept my goodies.  I pulled out a small gold circlet and
held it up to show him.  "Gold Coin," I announced, "the condom of champions."  He
looked dubious.  I shook my head at him as I pried the thin metal circles apart
to free the condom within.  "Sorry, honey.  If you're going to play, you have to
play by the rules."  Besides, I thought, you'll last a hell of a lot longer with
this than you would naked, since you're still a teenage boy without much control.
 Hell, you're a man.  You might never have that much control.

I unrolled the condom onto his penis with one hand, while the other roamed around
Han Lee's taut ass.  I let my fingers slide down his crack between his cheeks,
and he jumped.  "Hey!" he yelled in horror.  I shushed him.  "Quiet!" I hissed. 
"D'you want somebody to hear us?"  He quieted down but looked at me with an
injured expression.  I chuckled.  "Han Lee, there's nothing wrong with letting
someone near your ass."  He was skeptical.  "It doesn't mean you're a homosexual
or anything, you know," I continued, and he had the grace to look embarassed. 
Just the thought of introducing the young man to male/male pleasure zinged me,
but I certainly wasn't about to tell him that!

"Let me show you what I mean," I said, and took his thumb and index finger into
my mouth and sucked on them until they were dripping.  I stood up and reached
underneath the hem of my skirt, and shimmied out of my pantyhose and panties
until they were down around my ankles.  I turned and arranged our coats on the
floor so that they blanketed the area at our feet.

I sank to my hands and knees on the coats, facing away from him.  I turned my
head and looked at him over my shoulder.  "Pull my skirt up, Han Lee," I
instructed, "and tell me what you see."  I could hear his breathing quicken again
as he obeyed, dropping to his knees behind me and lifting my skirt until it
bunched around my waist.  "Um... I guess I... um... see your ass," he said.


"Don't be embarassed," I said, and leaned back closer to him.  "I like you
looking at my ass.  I want you to look at it.  I want you to touch it, too.  Go
ahead," I encouraged.  "Rub your hands all over my ass."  I moaned as he
complied.  His large, soft hands roved over my hips and my spongy cheeks, rubbing
and caressing.  "Mmmm," I sighed.  "That feels sooo good...  Now spread me
apart," I continued.  He hestitated for only a second and then opened me wider. 
As he did so I caught a whiff of my scent, full of excitement and arousal.  I
smiled.

"Run your hand down the crevice," I said, burying my face in his coat and raising
my ass higher.  He ran his fingers from the tip of my spine down my crack and
stopped at my asshole without touching it.  "No," I admonished him. "Don't stop
there.  I want you to touch me there.  I want you to take one of the fingers I
licked and push it inside me, into my ass.  Put your finger inside me, Han Lee,
inside my ass.  I want you to."

With my face pushed into his coat, my nostrils filled with his smell, I
envisioned him there behind me.  He was looking directly at my ass, staring at
the dark, puckered opening of my anus.  Would he do it?  I gasped as I felt his
damp finger push into my ass, tentatively at first but then more firmly.  It was
his index finger, I thought, as he pushed deeper inside.

"Oh, yes," I moaned in the sexiest voice I had.  "That feels incredible.  I love
having your finger in my ass, Han Lee."  I pumped my hips in tiny motions,
fucking his intrusive finger as I moved and clenched around it.  "Do you like it,
Han Lee," I whispered.  "Do you like finger-fucking my ass?"  He grunted in
assent, lost in the sensations of entering a strange woman's ass and staring at
her as she enjoyed it.

"Now use your other finger," I said to him.  "Take your thumb and put it into the
other hole, into my pussy.  Will you do that, Han Lee?  Will you finger-fuck my
pussy and my ass at the same time?"  His thumb slid into me instantly, as I knew
it would.  Clearly the young man was not used to hearing a woman talk dirty to
him, let alone tell him to play with her ass and pussy.  I moaned theatrically --
or maybe not so theatrically -- and rotated my hips as his fingers worked magic
inside my openings.  "Rub them together," I said, and he did, manipulating the
rubbery skin of my perineum between his fingers that were buried inside me.  I
began to rock back and forth in earnest as my pleasure mounted.

"Oh, fuck me," I gasped.  "I need your cock right now, inside me.  Stick that
hard cock in my pussy and fuck my brains out."  I was commanding, but also
begging.  I ached to be filled, to be fucked, and I knew that the young boy was
ready, maybe desperate, to do that.  I looked at myself in my mind's eye, a
thirty-year-old woman kneeling on coats on a bathroom floor, my bare ass high and
welcoming, my top bunched up and exposing my naked, swaying tits.  I saw my skirt
at my waist and my panties down around my ankles.  It was a lewd, wanton image
and it turned me on beyond belief.

"Fuck me, Han Lee," I repeated, and I felt him poke at my bottom as he
frantically tried to obey.  I reached beneath me and found his latex-encased cock
and guided it to my entrance.  He pushed, a little too hard, and his shaft rammed
into my pussy, pushing my whole body forward.  "Ah!" I gasped, and I sank forward
onto my hands as he pulled back and then slammed forward again. He was so eager
and energetic, so young, I thought.

I let him find his rhythm, which was difficult in his diffuse state.  Without
words I established a pace, thrusting back and forth for him until he got the
hang of it.  He slowed and concentrated on getting it right, and within a few
strokes was moving in and out of me in a sure, comfortable rhythm.

I reached my hand beneath again and found my clit, and made a slow circle.  As
the fucking continued my finger diddled faster, simply rubbing my clitty up and
down, nothing fancy.  I was getting more and more turned on every second,
thinking about how I was being fucked by this young man I didn't know.  Maybe I
was fulfilling a secret teenage fantasy, I thought, the stranger who comes out of
nowhere to fuck you into oblivion.  I loved that image, so much that it sent me
hurtling toward orgasm.

"Fuck me Han Lee, fuck me hard!" I almost shouted.  "You're making me cum, Han
Lee, I'm going to cum from you fucking me!"  I was almost incoherent as the waves
of pleasure washed over me.  I felt him respond, his body thrusting more
violently as he pounded his cock deep inside me.  "Ah!" I moaned.  "Fuck... Me...
Ah... Yes..."

He jerked and clenched behind me and within me as he exploded, and his hands
clawed my hips as he rammed himself into me to cum inside my depths.  His grasp
blew me past the last barrier and I was cumming and cumming and cumming,
trembling in ecstatic release all around him.  With my last vestige of conscious
thought I reached far underneath my sweaty body and encircled the base of his
cock with my fingers.  Holding the slimy surface of the condom in place I pulled
my pussy off his cock, making sure that it didn't come off inside me. Then I sank
forward onto my face, my cunt muscles still twitching. I was completely spent.

*Crackle*

"R-train to 95th Street, Brooklyn, making all local stops.  The next and last
stop on this train will be 95th Street."

"Please watch the closing doors."

*Bing bong*

I jumped as the doors slammed shut across from me.  I let the reality of the
conductor's words and the slamming doors sink in for a moment before my thought
processes started themselves up.  I'd missed my stop, plus another twenty.  I
must've been in my reverie for at least forty-five minutes.

I blinked twice and looked around the car, but it was almost completely empty.
The young Chinese boy across the aisle from me had gotten off ages ago.  What had
really happened?  Had I been fantasizing?  Had I masturbated?  I snuck a hand
under the waistband of my skirt and felt inside my pantyhose and panties. I was
soaked, totally sopping.  I raised my fingertips to my nostrils and sniffed.  The
scent was nearly overpowering.

Had I orgasmed?  I had in my mind, but I couldn't tell if I had in reality or
not.

I wiped my fingers on my coat and stood up creakily as the train pulled into the
95th Street station.  It didn't matter in the end, I supposed.  I hoisted my big
black bag onto my shoulder and stepped out as the doors opened.  I found
someplace to sit and wrapped my coat around me as I waited for a Manhattan-bound
train to take me back to where I was supposed to have been a half-hour ago.

As I settled in to wait I saw the R-train conductor lean out of his little window
to look for stragglers.  When he saw no one he picked up his microphone and said
"thank you for riding the R-train."

No, thank YOU, I thought.

"We hope you had a pleasant journey."

Oh, I did.  I certainly did.

"This train is now out of service.  Please watch the closing doors."

*Bing bong*

The doors shut and the train jerked into motion.  I watched as the silver cars
moved faster and faster until they became a blur, a silver comet streaking out
into the gleaming sunlight and receding into the distance.

I raised my fingertips to my nose and inhaled the faint but still-powerful smell
of my juices, and smiled.  After a long moment I shivered and dug my gloveless
hands deeper into my warm pockets, and began to wait.