JT Langdon

"Hot enough for you?"

Maggie gave the old man sitting next to her a smile and nodded as if to say she knew exactly what he was talking about. Idly, she wondered what it was about the heat of August that turned New Yorkers into fucking morons . . . and why, for that matter, they all seemed to congregate on the IRT heading uptown.

The train was packed, which both surprised and depressed her. She'd hoped to avoid the daily rush for once and escape to the sanctuary of her apartment for a bath, then an afternoon reclined on the sofa wearing nothing but the authentic silk kimono she'd picked up when the firm had sent her to Koriyama last year.

Closing her eyes, she could almost feel the coolness of her apartment building's central air blowing against her still wet skin, giving her a delightful rash of goosebumps all over her freshly cleaned body. She imagined her nipples stiffening in the cold, aided by a gentle caress that was mirrored by the other hand trailing lazily across her belly. Hot and cold, body on fire, licking her lips in greedy anticipation as her hand moved closer . . . so much closer . . .

"It's not the heat so much, it's the humidity."

"Yeah, " Maggie said. She could do little to mask the sigh in her voice, but if the old man noticed it didn't show on his wrinkled face. It was just her luck to get stuck next to some codger who was bent on doling out an endless string of summertime clichés. Still, she was fortunate to even have a seat.

Her gaze drifted aimlessly across the poor, hapless souls that had been forced to stand like cattle, huddled together in a mass of exposed flesh and sweat soaked clothing. She crinkled her nose in disdain. The smell of body odor was strong, oppressive . . . and very, very near.

Old geezer probably has taken a bath in a month, she thought glumly.

The train started forward with a jerk and Maggie grunted as something slammed into her face, hard. "What the hell . . .?"

"Sorry!" a lilting voice said.

Maggie turned and found herself staring right into the most adorable rear end she had ever seen. Perfectly shaped globes, round and firm and decidedly feminine, encased in tight denim cutoffs so short a tantalizing glimpse of bare cheek was visible at the bottom. She looked up slowly and was met by a stunning pair of blue eyes, luminous and inviting. The girl standing in front of her was looking back over a bare shoulder, the other hefting a heavy looking backpack with NYU emblazoned across the side in large blue letters. She had on a baggy white tank top over a black sport bra that was clearly visible when she lifted her arms.

"I need to be more careful with this thing, " the girl said, shrugging her load to make it clear she meant the backpack and not what Maggie had been thinking -hoping- had slapped her in the face.

Maggie smiled. "No harm done."

The girl returned the smile. "Good."

A glimmer of hope? Maggie wondered. The thought was quickly discarded in favor of reality. It was just a smile. There was no hidden meaning, no encouragement, no suggestion of things to be if she played her cards right. It was just a smile. A very lovely smile, Maggie decided, belonging to a very lovely girl . . . but just a smile nonetheless. She placed the girl in the twenties . . . a bit on the young side, but at thirty-four herself Maggie hardly thought it scandalous.

Not that she was the kind of person who cared about such things, though if she had been concerned about maintaining at least the appearance of general propriety this girl was definitely worth any disparaging remarks or disapproving glances she may have received from friends and coworkers. The girl was gorgeous. Long legs, muscular arms, black hair cut short the way the young college types liked to wear it. Every exposed inch of the girl smacked of youth and enthusiasm.

Probably a political science major or something, Maggie thought.

The train lurched to a sudden stop and the next thing Maggie knew the girl was in her lap. Lights flickered then all was dark, eliciting a string of groans from everyone on board except Maggie, who was thankful that the griping from the other passengers was loud enough to obscure the quiet gasp that escaped her lips from the feel of the gorgeous young creature pressed against her.

"I really hate the subway sometimes, " the girl said.

Maggie smiled in the darkness. "They'll get it going in a minute. It's all those air conditioners cranked up full blast. Puts a strain on the energy supply."

"S'pose that's it, " the girl sighed. "I'd get up if I could see where I was going."

"Don't worry about it. I'm good for now."

"Well okay, " the girl said, "but let me know when the circulation gets cut off."

Maggie laughed. "Will do."

"Under the circumstances I guess we should introduce ourselves. I'm Erin."


"Nice to meet you Maggie, " Erin said. She sighed again. "This is so stupid. I get off at the next stop."

"Washington Square?"


"The Village?" Maggie croaked. The feel of the girl's ass in her lap was driving her crazy! She drew in a calming breath and released it slowly. It didn't help. She could smell the faint scent of shampoo, something fragrant but cheap, the kind bought on a student's budget. It smelled wonderful. The searing heat Maggie felt between her legs had nothing to do with the temperature inside the subway car. Sweat gathered at her temples, dripping down her face. It was crazy! If the train didn't start up soon she was going to explode!

"Yeah. I love it. How about you?"

"Upper West Side, near Lincoln Center. Small place . . . couple blocks east of Riverside Park."

Erin whistled appreciatively. "Pretty ritzy. What do you for a living?"

"Stock broker."

"Like it?"

"Sure . . . I love spending other people's money."

"Mmm . . . so do I." Erin shifted in her lap and Maggie gasped, startled. It was nothing. The girl was just trying to get comfortable. There was nothing more to it than that. It was harmless. Insignificant. She took a deep breath, trying to reign in the raging desire that threatened to overwhelm her.

Then Erin shifted in her lap again. It was more deliberate this time, the girl's ass grinding into her crotch. Maggie moaned softly. There was no mistaking the intent now. She leaned forward slightly, following the scent of shampoo that had filled her senses to find the back of Erin's neck with a gentle kiss. Erin responded by driving that lovely ass even harder against her crotch. Maggie reached around and placed her hand on Erin's thigh, stroking gently. Erin immediately took her hand and guided it to the heavenly spot between those long legs.

Maggie continued kissing Erin's neck as she gently and quietly unzipped the girl's fly. God, she thought, don't let the lights come back on! She eased her finger inside Erin's shorts, finding the pair of panties within soaked in front. Maggie knew it wasn't from sweat. She ran her finger up and down the length of Erin's slit, rubbing the young, wet pussy through the fabric of the cotton panties. Erin writhed in her lap, making her own pussy twitch with need. She pressed gently at first . . . then a little harder, drawing small circles with the tip of her finger. Erin whimpered softly. Maggie began to rub more vigorously, pressing hard with the pads of two fingers now. She never stopped kissing Erin's neck. She swirled her tongue against the sweaty flesh, tasting its saltiness . . . wishing she could taste another kind of saltiness on her lips.

The need for more pushed Maggie closer to the edge of madness, where she felt perfectly comfortable throwing all caution to the wind. She pulled aside the panties just enough to slip her fingers into Erin's pussy, plunging in as far as she could. The velvety folds closed around her fingers, pulling her in, begging for her touch. She found the girl's hardened clit and stroked it gently, rolling it between her fingers. Erin bounced in her lap, gasping and sighing quiet sighs that made Maggie shiver with delight. The girl was close to coming . . . she could feel it . . . sense it. She moved her lips from Erin's neck to Erin's ear, flicking her tongue against the girl's earlobe, teasing. Erin sighed helplessly and Maggie laughed, squeezing Erin's clit between her fingers . . . hard. Erin shuddered in her arms. Maggie couldn't help but wonder how the girl managed to keep from crying out.

Maggie finally took her hand away and Erin zipped up, wiggling playfully in her lap. She dropped a quick kiss on Erin's shoulder, sighing, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

The lights flickered on and with a whine of protest the train started up again. Some of the other passengers applauded. Maggie just leaned back in her seat and watched as Erin stood up without looking back at her. God, she has a nice ass, Maggie thought. She stared at Erin's backside longingly until the train stopped again, this time on purpose. Erin turned to her and winked.

"Isn't this your stop?"

Maggie grinned. She got up and followed Erin to the exit. Then, as an afterthought, she turned to the old man who had been sitting next to her and with a smile said, "Yeah . . . it's hot enough for me."