written by Domenic
Each day he saw her as he walked down Bedford Avenue towards the L train in the morning. He had to be out quite early to get to work, maybe an hour before the real morning rush. There were always very few people out. Some were even returning from the bar after a rough night out.
Sometimes he would catch her looking at him as they walked on opposite sides of Bedford. It was always kind of a ‘what are you doing up as early as me’ look. Maybe she was a teacher and had to get to her students somewhere in the Bronx. Or maybe she was just looking at something else. He could never tell. Each day it seemed to happen. There was something in her walk that drew him to her. Something in the way she moved those leggings in the winter time. She had a nice round rump sitting on top of those not too skinny and not too fat legs. The way her hips pulsated in the late moonlight or early dawn along with her pretty face, smooth and soft, had him catching himself staring. She wasn’t the best looking girl around but she had that sex appeal; a certain je ne sais quoi that even the hottest ones don’t have. He just wanted to sling her over his shoulder and bring her somewhere safe and warm and work her out for hours. Bury himself deep inside of her never to return; never going to work again. Or better yet maybe just get his kicks before work each day. He could only imagine what her ass would feel like in his hands. Each day they would descend into the subway on N7th Street and she would venture down the platform whereas he would stay where the stairs dropped him. That’s where he would have the best shot of catching the 4 train uptown. Plus the car that stopped at this location on the track was never too crowded. He could get a seat and read.
One day, on these daily walks, it was pouring rain on the way to the subway. By the time he got to N7th Street he was drenched. Standing at the top of the subway stairs seeing his breath come out in front of his face and looking down at the huge puddle at the bottom of the stairs a voice came from nowhere.
‘Are ya going down there or what?’ It was the woman on Bedford.
‘Nah’ He retorted with a sly smile. The last thing he wanted to
As he looked over to her he noticed her vibrant eyes. Up this close his assumptions seemed correct. She wasn’t the prettiest nor did she possess the best body but she had some zest he could not place. Her face had a little meat on it to and she seemed to be fairly endowed in the chest. She filled out nicely in her taller than average frame.
‘How about you?’ he continued.
‘Nah’ with another grin, ‘I think I am just going to go back to my house and go back to bed’
‘Ah that sounds great, can I come?’ he asked in a half-joke.
‘Sure, follow me’
And so he did.
Followed her back down Bedford Avenue until they got to Grand Street, where her apartment was. They went inside, made some tea, undressed and got into bed.
Each day he saw her as he walked down Bedford Avenue towards the L train in the morning. He had to be out quite early to get to work, maybe an hour before the real morning rush. There were always very few people out. Some were even returning from the bar after a rough night out.
Sometimes he would catch her looking at him as they walked on opposite sides of Bedford. It was always kind of a ‘what are you doing up as early as me’ look. Maybe she was a teacher and had to get to her students somewhere in the Bronx. Or maybe she was just looking at something else. He could never tell. Each day it seemed to happen. There was something in her walk that drew him to her. Something in the way she moved those leggings in the winter time. She had a nice round rump sitting on top of those not too skinny and not too fat legs. The way her hips pulsated in the late moonlight or early dawn along with her pretty face, smooth and soft, had him catching himself staring. She wasn’t the best looking girl around but she had that sex appeal; a certain je ne sais quoi that even the hottest ones don’t have. He just wanted to sling her over his shoulder and bring her somewhere safe and warm and work her out for hours. Bury himself deep inside of her never to return; never going to work again. Or better yet maybe just get his kicks before work each day. He could only imagine what her ass would feel like in his hands. Each day they would descend into the subway on N7th Street and she would venture down the platform whereas he would stay where the stairs dropped him. That’s where he would have the best shot of catching the 4 train uptown. Plus the car that stopped at this location on the track was never too crowded. He could get a seat and read.
One day, on these daily walks, it was pouring rain on the way to the subway. By the time he got to N7th Street he was drenched. Standing at the top of the subway stairs seeing his breath come out in front of his face and looking down at the huge puddle at the bottom of the stairs a voice came from nowhere.
‘Are ya going down there or what?’ It was the woman on Bedford.
‘Nah’ He retorted with a sly smile. The last thing he wanted to
As he looked over to her he noticed her vibrant eyes. Up this close his assumptions seemed correct. She wasn’t the prettiest nor did she possess the best body but she had some zest he could not place. Her face had a little meat on it to and she seemed to be fairly endowed in the chest. She filled out nicely in her taller than average frame.
‘How about you?’ he continued.
‘Nah’ with another grin, ‘I think I am just going to go back to my house and go back to bed’
‘Ah that sounds great, can I come?’ he asked in a half-joke.
‘Sure, follow me’
And so he did.
Followed her back down Bedford Avenue until they got to Grand Street, where her apartment was. They went inside, made some tea, undressed and got into bed.
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