I always take the subway to work. Buying tokens, going down the escalator, waiting for the train. A look at an electric tower with a ticking electric clock. The pleasant smell of the subway. I don’t know, I’ve always liked him personally. Wooden waiting bench. Lifting the legs during the passage of cleaners with long mops. You lift your legs, and the cleaning lady bends over you… In general, nothing unusual.
And now the sound of a train approaching is heard from afar. At first, it was quiet, barely perceptible. Then it gets louder, and then the train rushes into the station like a male organ to a female mouth. So it seems that a long, very long penis hardly moves through the dark recesses of the vagina. It was dark and cramped. It’s scary and dry. But our hero did not give up and moved on and on. Liquid appeared on the walls, flowed more and more… And now, finally, he has made his way through and is ready to throw out all the people that have accumulated inside him!
But we digress. A trip in a subway car is not fraught with anything unusual. Especially if you go to your favorite job every day. Well, or not your favorite. To whom as. The main thing is that the time is right – when there are not so many people and there is no crush. Although if you’re suddenly pinned down by a bulging ass in a red miniskirt… And the station is a good one – then you can sit on a triple bench at the end of the car and look at the neighbors from the next one.
Today’s trip also did not portend anything unusual. “The next station is Pushchkin.” Good. It will be possible to look at nature and the Dynamo sports complex. With his bare gymnasts on the grass, briefly passing over the river bridge. So, the doors close, the last late arrivals run into the carriage, and we’re off. Smoothly, without jerks, because today’s train driver is not a trainee, but a veteran who has traveled thousands of kilometers and run over more than one drunken parachutist.
The carriages pick up speed, the lights of the station disappear somewhere behind, the wheels begin to beat their song… Suddenly, the train stops abruptly, and the smell of burnt rubber fills my nostrils! What is it, the penis has rubbed its protective shell full of holes and is smoking? Oh no, it was the driver who accidentally released the dead man’s button. The train stopped in the middle of the tunnel. People got nervous. One even pulled out his phone and started pretending to be a blogger.
Thirty seconds passed and we started driving slowly. I mean, it wasn’t the roof that started to move, but the train started moving. The danger is over. Everyone smiled happily and grabbed the handrails. And out of habit, I touched the breasts of a frightened girl in a transparent chiffon negligee sticking out not far away. Life got back to normal.
And now the next stop is approaching. The crystal lights of the lamps cut through the darkness. Impatiently standing passengers dangerously approach the very edge of the platform, risking falling under the razor-sharp wheels of the train. The train gently approached the station that embraced it. The jade stalk pressed against the marble side, ready to press even harder and crush its pleasure. The doors opened and a wave of people began to surge out. Then the new passengers squeamishly dust themselves off and enter the indecent, perversely turned-out interior of the carriage.
I looked lazily at the incoming ones. Well, yes, well, yes – everything is as usual… Stop. What is this?! Or rather, who. Among the gray and senseless creatures that were uselessly crawling inside the compartment that had seen everything, I saw a vision. It was a miracle. A female miracle. A ray of light that cut through the surrounding darkness and illuminated the surrounding space. I squeezed my eyes shut. When I opened my eyes, I saw a girl. Tall, even taller than me. Above everyone else in the carriage. It was beautiful.
The miracle floated into the carriage, and leaned against the right doors with the inscription “Do not lean”. The girl was wearing a smartly bright red jacket, and cheerful ankle boots with fur. The blue ones. They were blue! The princess obviously liked to attract attention to herself. But she didn’t behave defiantly, rather the opposite. Modestly and somehow shyly, she pressed her erotically arched back against the double doors. Rather, even a little slouched. Well, it’s okay, if you stroke her, she’ll probably straighten up and purr. Oh, how tall they are, they like to slouch… What can you do, otherwise you won’t be able to see who’s spinning under your feet.
Her figure was beautiful. Not a gram of excess fat. Slender as a poplar Tree-Ready in a minute, long legs. Straight and hard as my dick is now. Well, I can’t help myself. It’s a beautiful face for me. European, outstanding features. Some might say they’re too tough, but I love them. A sharp and at the same time gloomy mind could be discerned under thin eyebrows in deep-set eyes. Yes, it’s clear that she’s seen a lot. There is experience.
I’m getting married, I thought to myself. Honestly, I’ve only had these thoughts about three times in my life. My first time at school. Well, as it usually happens. The second is in a more mature period. And now now… It was a punch in the gut.
Apparently, she was on her way to work the same way I was. But her boarding and disembarkation stations were different. Although on the same line. Thinking back now, I think I had been watching her for a whole month before. But then we went into different carriages, and I saw her out of the corner of my eye. I thought that tomorrow I would definitely take my business card out of my other pants and go to her. We’ll meet in a subway car and we’ll talk about it later. Tell your children, grandchildren, and family friends. We will always love and cherish the topic of the subway and everything related to it.
But there was no tomorrow. That is, it was for me. For her. But it was no longer there for US. She didn’t get on the train either tomorrow or the day after. What was it – she was on her way to a month-long course that had ended. Or else her work hours have changed. I don’t know. There wasn’t even a girlfriend with whom she sometimes rode the subway, and whom I only saw against her background.
I even found time after the night, the thirteen-hour daily shift, and stayed for a while at the station from which she entered the car. But the swan changed the ways of its migration. And I never saw Leda again. It was the second low blow.
How does this happen? Girls are such gentle creatures, and yet they manage to knock us out without a single blow. Putting us on both shoulders. It’s also good if they are then placed on top of us…
Coming to terms with the loss and irretrievable loss, I tried to find porn models similar to her. Nowadays, it’s quite easy to do this by keywords. And even just by looking at a picture of a face. There were some very similar ones. So much so that I washed my hands and dick in blood – in an attempt to sublimate my princess. And when I felt that the life-giving seed was already bubbling and rising up the volcano’s mouth, I remembered her. My last love.