My heels clicked too loud in the sudden quiet, each step echoing like a gunshot. Cool air rushed in from the tunnel, making goosebumps appear on my thighs where his fingers had left wet trails that were drying fast. My thong was a ruined piece of lace, soaked through and clinging to my swollen p***y lips, every shift of the fabric sent desires up my spine.
I should have kept walking, should have climbed the stairs, hailed a cab, gone home to shower off the stranger’s scent and pretend the last twenty minutes were just a dream. Instead I stopped at the far end of the platform at 96th, my back pressed to a grimy pillar, legs trembling so hard I had to lean. My heart still thundered in my ears, like a frantic drumbeat matching the wet throb between my legs.
I could smell myself, and the mu
