Crowded NYC subway ride
By jojo Story ID: 3
It was a sweltering hot August Monday morning in NYC. It had been yet another rough weekend, and hence I had failed to get up early enough to escape the worst subway people madness.
I manage to squeeze in on the 5 train going uptown from Wall Street. It’s crowded. It’s packed. My thought enter the zoo. Warm bodies rubbing up against me from all directions. An old man’s itchy beard in my clean and showered face. I turn away in an awkward posture. A tall guy is breathing on my face.
At 14th Street, as there is yet another wave of monkeys getting onboard, I find myself even more violated by foreign bodies. Some soft, some moist, some hairy, some smelly, some drenched in perfume, a man stares at me, a piece of handbag in my side, an arm in my face. A fat woman leaves and the cargo reshuffles once more. I am being re-squeezed and I am stuck. There is no need to hold on to the railing, yet I still do.
Then a woman is somehow perfectly squeezed up behind me, as if this was a sensual dance or some animal mating ritual. And I feel two rock hard nipples drilled into my back. ROCK HARD. I mean, as hard as I have ever felt any nipples..
I can’t see her face, only her tan arm reaching for the railing across my shoulder. I want to see her face but I can’t turn. She is right behind me. A piece of her black hair falls on my shoulder. I can feel her breathing on my neck. Who is she? She continues to DRILL from 14th Street until 42nd Street (next stop on the express train) – and that is a LOT of drilling on a bumpy uptown ride!
There was - no doubt - more than one opportunity for her to disengage the drilling but she kept the pressure on. On 42nd Street she hastily leaves, I turn, but I am not able to get a sight of her face, just her black hair vanishing in the crowd. Gone. Forever. It’s like she didn’t want me to see her. What was that for? Did she mean something by her drilling? Was it just another normal ride on the subway for her?