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The commute home was rough. After battling throngs of people traffic, sweat-inducing heat all day and standing for the full 30-minute subway ride home, all she could think about was shedding her clothes and taking a cooling shower.
Damn, the key jammed in the door lock. Her other hand carried what felt like 20 pounds of dry cleaning. The lock turned. Finally, home free. She tossed her plastic-wrapped clothes on the nearest chair, tossed her heels off and undid her ponytail.
She flipped on the radio. Lite FM filled the room with Sade's gently lulling "Sweetest Taboo." Her mood was turning ever-so-slightly sensuous. She looked outside her window. She noticed she had an audience. Mr. Brown Suit on Tuesday and Navy Blue on Friday was staring at her across the valley that was 28th Street, if you look 6 floors down.
With a sliight upturn of her chin in his direction, she began undoing her blouse. Her blouse hung loosely on her shoulders, her lacey black bra hid what Mr. Tan Suit in Spring couldn't take his eyes off. Her stare stayed fixed in his direction. She took a hand and ran it slowly through her hair and slid it gently downward over the curve of her soft breast. She...
Hi folks. This is a PubNight email. Just thought I'd try a different approach to telling you where PubNight was going to be this week. No witticisms. No bar descriptions. Just lust.
Be seeing ya,
Cyn (Mike & Rebecca)