But I'm not. I'm pretty horny after spending several hours in a crowded club with my boobs exposed, allowing myself to be groped by any man so incline...d.Lucas lowered the straps on my dress as we approached the men, exposing my tits to the men who are obviously waiting to fuck me. We came to a stop in front of them and Lucas lowered the zipper that held the waist of my little dress in place over my ass. He took a step back and said, "Take it off."I pushed the dress down off of my hips, stepped. There is a routine to everything. Anyways evening I saw her sitting in the slow train – I literally jumped in and this time sat opposite to her. That way I can see her face. As I sat she looked at me with her big brown eyes and I stared back with a forced smile. She looked confused and shifted her gaze. During the entire journey this continued – looking back and forth we must have caught each other’s eyes at least 10 times. I really wanted to say hi to her and introduce myself but just couldn’t. “No Joe. I’ve never felt so alive. So ... at peace.”“Not now though.”“No.”“Am I your drug? What I did to you?”“No! I don’t know. Maybe. Is this withdrawal? Is that what you’re saying? It’s not. I just feel ... alone. With you leaving. With Jonathon...”“But Jonathon isn’t here during the week. How do you cope with that?”“I have Tom and Martha. I have the kids. I make plans.”“Plans?”“Choreography. Sets and lights and costumes. In my little sanctum.”“Your office?”“Yeah. Let me show you.”She took. (Looking back now, I know I was set up, the entirelaundry basket was a shambles, but miraculously right on top was a pairof neatly folded panties with a matching bra!)We got to the corner and as I got undressed, my friend held up the bra,nervously laughing. "You don't have to put this on also, unless you wantto?"Of course he had no way of knowing about my growing secret. Surprised hewatched me as I grabbed the bra, slipped it on and adjusted the strapsuntil it fit snuggly.He 'examined' me.