1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    could see a couple of the men giving me a pretty good looking over. I did not mind giving them a little entertainment in that way to brighten up their morning. I had not worn one of my mini-skirts, or anything like that this morning, but my outfit was still sexy enough in a businesslike sort of way. I was wearing a burgundy dress that I had bought over the weekend for the occasion. It was made of a clingy, but velvet-like material that let it hug my curves in all the right places. The top had a high neckline that could have seemed almost austere, but the soft lines of the shoulders, and the roundness of the curve over my breasts, toned that down just the right amount. The short cap-sleeves gave it all a sexy look, and the hemline of the skirt being about an inch above my knees helped with that too. This was all set off with black, patent leather belt, bag, and heels. The looks I was getting from the men in the subway car told me I had done well. I felt good about myself too. Edith and I got off at the same stop to change trains, but she headed for the downtown train to take her to the area of the department store while I went uptown to Park Avenue and the chemical company. It was a ritual that we would play out on our way to work each morning for a long time. &#034Good luck,&#034 Edith shouted over the interminable din of trains and people in the subway station. &#034I want to hear all about your first day when you get home tonight,&#034 she added. &#034Thanks!&#034 I ...
    replied. &#034I'll see you then. We parted company, and I took the uptown local on the Lexington Avenue Line. There were no seats left on this train either, but I only had to ride to the next stop anyway. I did, however, wonder how the people who were in the seats got them. Were they permanent residents of that subway car, or did they go down to the yard before dawn to board the train prior to its starting that morning? I do not think I have ever seen an open seat during the commuting rush hours in the subway. I only wish I knew the magic words that would let me occupy one of them once in a while. It is no fun having to stand in high-heels on the way home from work on a hot August day with the crowd pressing around you on a train that has stopped for some unknown reason in the tunnel under the East River, and feeling the perspiration sticking your clothes to your body, with some old man in a tattered suit pressed against you while he admires the view down your cleavage with obvious and lecherous delight, and unknown hands cop feels of your ass from behind. Being a woman is not all silk and lace all of the time. It only took a few minutes to get to get to the stop where I got off, and I joined the press of the crowd that flowed out of the station to the street above. The morning was cool and clear, and it felt good to be out of the subway. I had a few blocks to walk to the office building where I now worked, and I got a few more looks from the men that I passed along the way. That ...
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