baserinstincts

The Brush

I was on my way to work.

I’d taken the long way so that I could enjoy a few extra minutes outside as the weather was nice.

Now, I walk quickly. And there are few things I detest more than being stuck behind slow ass people.

I was coming up on a group of school kids loitering on the sidewalk. There was a narrow strip of concrete between them through which one could walk.

No problem. Two decades of living in New York City have made me an absolute pro at effortlessly navigating tight, crowded spots without so much as breaking my stride.

There was a man walking in the opposite direction, toward me.

I glanced at him. He wasn’t very tall, only somewhat taller than me. He was muscular. He wore a t shirt and some jeans. Well built, sexy. Black. Bald. Only passing observations.

We hit the crowd of teenagers at about the same time.

I did not slow down and neither did he. There wasn’t enough room for the both of us to walk through them side by side.

I turned sideways and kept walking. He did the same.

We grazed one another as we passed through the crowd, my nipples brushing roughly against his chest. They stiffened and immediately I felt tingly between the legs.

I didn’t slow down, didn’t turn back to look at him.

But it had me going crazy the entire day.