Valerie was nearly home now, only a block away in fact, but she
slowed her pace. It was late afternoon/early evening on an
Indian Summer day. The air was mild, the breeze fresh. The sun
was setting. It was twilight. To Valerie, the passersby all
seemed to have a nondescript hazy appearance as all made their
way to their specific destinations. Still, Valerie didn't want
to walk too fast. She didn't want him to lose sight of her. She
was wearing a full soft white skirt, hemming at her shapely
calves. She wouldn't have thought he could lose sight of her
garment, surely it would stand out even in the twilight, but
she had to be sure.
Valerie turned - trying not to be obvious about it - and looked
back quickly over her shoulder. He was still there, walking
slowly, steadily. His head was low, but she could tell that his
eyes were closely tracking her progress. The pretty brunette
quickened pace, a soft breeze and her brisk step causing the
hem of her skirt to lift and flutter prettily...invitingly. Her
heart was pounding in her chest and doubt was beginning to
creep into her mind. "What am I doing?!", Valerie silently
asked of herself. "You'll find out, one way or the other", was
her silent answer.
Valerie nearly broke into a skip when again, she looked back to
see if he was still following. Her eyes widened with what
appeared to be eager disappointment. "He's not there...he's not
there!", she murmured to herself, a grumpy old man casting her
a disapproving glance as he ambled by. Then in the dimming
light she saw him. His back was to her and he looked as if he
too was having second thoughts about continuing what she
suspected were his plans for her. Valerie paused and for one
wild instant, even contemplated walking back towards him when
to her nervous and cautious delight, her pursuer turned towards
her once again, seeing her paused on the sidewalk, and began
walking towards her once more.
Valerie was at the stoop of her apartment building now. She had
one hand on the iron wrought rail and one foot on the lowest
step. The breeze had caught the hem of her skirt again and it
billowed full and feminine as she stood there. His step
quickened and once again nervous doubt flashed through
Valerie's mind. She walked up the stairs quickly and once the
outer door shut behind her, ran up one flight of stairs to the
hall door leading to her unit. She watched the window in the
door and saw him ascending the outer stair. Their eyes met.
Valerie slipped through the door, her breath coming quickly.
She put the key in the lock of the door and turned it. She
turned the knob and stood perfectly still. She could hear his
footfalls on the stairs now. The door was opening and there he
was at the end of the hall, only steps away from her and her
apartment. Valerie quickly opened the door and tried to close
it behind her. The door didn't close. She looked down and saw
the shiny toe of his shoe wedged between the door. She stepped
away from the door and he stepped in, locked and bolted the
door...setting the chain lock for good measure.
Now they stood there, appraising each other from head to toe.
Valerie's hair was dark, almost black. Her eyes were large and
doe-like. Her lips appeared very red in contrast to her
milk-white complexion. She was of moderate height. Her breasts
were round and proportionate to her stature. Full hips flowed
from her small waist. Though she wore a lengthy, full skirt,
her visitor knew her legs were very nice from what he could
see...her shapely calves.
Kim was his name. His appearance was distinctively Nordic,
blonde/blue template with a skier's physique under his
sportcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, and wingtips. Valerie was a loan
officer of a bank located not far from the building housing the
insurance company which employed Kim as an actuary. They met on
the subway...sort of. And from that day, their ordinary lives
would take a remarkable, startling, sensual turn. The day they
met, the subway was crowded. Very crowded. Very, very crowded.
Kim and Valerie were practically hermetically sealed to each
Kim was a nice guy, not a groper. Valerie - a pretty girl by
anyone's standards with an attractive, feminine frame - had
never once suffered groping. The subway bounced and jounced
along the track. The light in the car was much to be desired,
flickering from dim to dark. Kim thought Valerie smelled nice.
The scent of her hair was soft and sweet. She felt nice against
his body, her buttocks contacting his penis through his
trousers. Kim groped. Valerie was groped. Her eyes opened wide
as she felt the hand caressing the outer thighs of each leg
through her slacks. The hands moved to her rear and began
kneading her buttocks. Valerie didn't scream, tried to give the
impression that she wasn't even aware of what was happening to
her. No one else seemed to be.
When Val's stop came she was able to make her way through the
crush of humanity and off the car. She stood by and looked into
the car and for the first time saw the handsome face of Kim.
They made eye contact and held it until the subway continued
its course. The subway hadn't been as crowded as it had that
fateful day, but its usual state was sardine-can tight. They
couldn't understand what was happening between them. They
couldn't fight it. Day after day, weeks becoming 2 months now,
Valerie and Kim always boarded the same car and sought each
other out. On days when they were unable to make physical
contact with each other, their frustration was extreme.
Then on a particularly crowded day, fate was in their favor.
Their subway train had stalled on track debris and it took long
minutes to clear the problem. The lights were of their usual
poor quality and the car was full of cursing, complaining; loud
talking. Val was standing back to Kim. She was wearing a smart
suit, the skirt was knee length, flared and pleated. Val felt
Kim's hands working against the front portion of her thigh -
opening and closing - and it dawned on her what he was doing
when she felt the hem of her skirt rising.
Val didn't turn around, didn't whimper; made no physical
indication that anything was the matter. Kim had lifted the
skirt hem high enough to slip his hand beneath it. Both Kim and
Val heard their soft breathing catch in their throats as Kim's
fingertips made contact with Val's vulva through the crotch of
her panties. Kim was thrilled at the sensation of wiry pubic
hair. This sexy lady was au natural. She didn't shave her
vulva. Kim's fingers worked up and down along the crevice of
Val's vulva and in short time, the crotch of her panties became
warm and slick with her juices.
Kim began humping at Val's rear and her hips began to churn in
response. Kim leaned forward and licked behind Val's ear. That
did it somehow. Biting her lip, Val emitted a short, sharp yip
sound that was only audible to Kim and herself. She'd orgasmed.
She felt so weird, so guilty, go damned sexy. Kim's hand
slipped from under Val's skirt. When it didn't fall to it's
proper length, Val discreetly smoothed it down. Kim lifted the
hand that had just finger-fucked Val to climax so that it
passed her face. She could sense what Kim was doing behind her
without having to see him. Kim savored the scent of Val's
vagina on his fingers before slipping them into his mouth and
sucking them clean.
The subway started with a lurch and there were wild cheers and
sarcastic applause as they were once again, underway. When the
train reached Val's stop, she disembarked as usual and turned
to look at Kim. She noticed that he had started to follow her
but was forced back by the crowd. The doors shut and the two
subway sweethearts finally acknowledged each other. Kim raised
a hand hesitantly. Val responded. Their relationship had just
taken a significant leap forward.