Another New York Story: Mel Ch. 03

Waiting for the train, Mel stood on the subterranean subway platform with her back against the white tile wall, trying to read her book, but failing. She couldn't focus. Maybe she needed to finish herself off and get it over with. She had way too much pent up sexual energy, she could feel it pooling in the pit of her stomach.

Mel put her bluetooth earbuds in. Maybe some music could help her relax. As she listened, she looked around at the people in the station: chatting idly, scrolling on their phones, or hunched over with a book. Mel loved wearing sunglasses, she felt free to stare at anyone all she liked. And, it was the perfect time of year for that. It was finally warm enough for the young New Yorkers to wear next to nothing as they commuted to and from parks, and bars, and parties in flowy shirts showing off bare chests, shorts exposing strong legs, and dresses that would get caught up in the breeze.

On the train, Mel felt the cool plastic of the subway seat pressing up against the meat of her thighs. She adjusted her dress. She felt oddly exposed, like her clothes were actually just an illusion, something her mind was making up, while in reality she was completely naked, sitting there on the train, her bare ass pressed up against the orange plastic seats.

Mel pinched a bit of the fabric of her dress just to feel it, to make sure it was really real.

The man sitting next to her, apparently sleeping, kept bumping against her whenever they would slow down to stop at a station--kind of like that old car game she used to play with her brothers. What did they call it? Jelly? Something like that. Mel and her brothers would go limp whenever their mother took a sharp turn, and would bump up against each other like their bones were made of, well, jelly. This was less fun, however. The man was middle aged and balding, but still had a long, wispy ponytail. Was he doing this on purpose?

Mel felt her phone vibrate from inside her purse. She wasn't surprised when it turned out to be a text from Isabel, informing Mel that she would be late to their "play date." No problem! Mel replied, while also sharing her location so Isabel could find her later.

Emerging from the station at 116th street, Mel crossed the street to where there was an entrance to the park. Angling uphill, she walked along the main road inside the park. She was surrounded by trees on either side, and the road itself was a hive of activity. Cyclists, scooter riders, joggers, and moms with baby carriers all vied for priority. Mel tried to make herself small.

Halfway up the hill, Mel turned off onto a dirt path leading into the woods. Mel could see the sparrows darting between the trees, and hear them singing, as daylight filtered through the gaps in the canopy of leaves. She breathed in, and then out. Living in the city was stressful. The parks really were a reprieve, even if Mel could still hear a constant hum of noise just beyond its borders: the blaring of ambulances, the rumbling of the trains underground. It was at the very least a change of pace. And, if she tried hard enough, it almost felt peaceful.

The path crested a hill, opening up to a large grassy area, empty except for two boys playing frisbee, and a couple--intertwined--laying out on a blanket.

Mel set up away from them, closer to where the exit from the dirt path was. She laid her towel down, then, using both hands, she pinched her dress at the waist and hoisted it up over her head. The sunlight felt so good on her body. She laid down on her back, propping herself up on her elbows, with one knee raised and the other leg straight. She flicked away a black speck on her belly. In the light, she could see the fine blonde baby hairs just below her belly button. She should shave that, she thought.

It was a hot day. Mel was sweating already when, after a time, she flipped herself over onto her back. Craning her head around, she tried to inspect the damage (so to speak) of her bikini bottoms that were too small for her. She picked at the material, trying to get it out from in between her butt cheeks without also flashing the other people.

She suddenly realized she didn't really care if the other people saw anything. She couldn't stop thinking about that morning when Michael had walked in on her--it was exciting, in a way. What did she have to hide? Anybody would be so lucky to catch a glimpse.

She looked down at her cleavage. Her heavy breasts hung from her chest. For the longest time she thought that they were too big. Back when she had been skinnier, they had seemed out of place on her body, these huge orbs on this little frame. Now that she had filled out, she thought they looked perfect.

Mel pinched the fabric of her top, pulling it to the side to reveal one of her pink nipples, discreetly, so that only she could see as she lay face down on the towel. She blew on it, making it hard. She felt a tingling sensation.

Stop that, she thought.

She thought about the boys playing frisbee. She had noticed neither of them were wearing a shirt. How was that fair at all? Why did boys get to let it all hang out? It was ridiculous how sexualized breasts were.

Reaching back with a hand, Mel undid the loop of her bikini top. She laid back down, the fabric loose over her breasts. She pulled at it from the bottom until it fell onto her towel, her breasts completely exposed.

She couldn't believe her boldness. It was turning her on. She wondered if she was still wet, but didn't dare check. Why do people get so weirded out by nudity? It's the most natural thing, isn't it? She wondered if there would ever come a time in the course of human history when sex and sexuality would finally be demystified, so everybody would feel free to walk around naked, and fuck whoever they wanted whenever they wanted, and nobody would be jealous, or think it was weird, they would just, maybe, enjoy.

Mel fought the urge to undo her bottoms too. That would be too risky. She was already pushing it. Should she turn over again onto her back? Feel the sun on her tits? The thought excited her.

Just then, a soft thud could be heard, as something landed in the grass next to Mel. It was the frisbee the boys had been tossing. One of them was jogging over to it now. He made eye contact with Mel for an instant, before grabbing the thing and running off, back to his friend.

Mel turned away, red in the face. She had forgotten her top was off. She definitely hadn't turned away in time. Had he seen anything? Ugh. At this rate, she thought, as she tied her top back on, everyone in the city was bound to catch a glimpse of her naked body at some point today. Mel felt like she was being a slut. She kind of liked it. So what if he saw? He would be so lucky.

"Hello!" It was Isabel, emerging from the trail Mel had taken, a bit out of breath from the climb. She was smiling widely, wearing sunglasses, a white sundress, and flip flops. The two of them hugged, and kissed each other once on either cheek, a custom of theirs.

"Look at you." Isabel said, admiring Mel's figure. She had almost forgot for a moment how little she was leaving to the imagination. "Daring today aren't we?"

"Very. I was in a rush."

"Let me look at you." Isabel said, taking Mel's hand and twirling her to get the full view.

"You are literally, thick, girl."

"I've been working out," said Mel, smiling.

"I can see that. You're gonna have to tell me your routine."

"Okay." Mel giggled. She was loving the attention.

Isabel set her towel down and went about taking off her dress to reveal her thin frame in a silver bikini. She was a model, so she had that skinny body all models seemed to have, and that interesting face, with sunken cheekbones and dark undereye bags that Mel thought looked good, in a weird way. Even with her hair buzzed and dyed blonde, she was gorgeous, if in an unusual way. Mel was too conventionally attractive to be a model, not to mention, too short. She'd done some photoshoots back in college, but nothing like what Isabel did. Every other week she was somewhere else, some crazy place like Milan, or Paris.

Mel laid back down onto her towel stomach-side-down. Isabel dropped down into a cross legged position, leaning back on her hands, with her head thrown back to catch as much of the sun as she could, her eyes closed.

Her breasts were so perky. That makes sense. Isabel was trans, and had gotten a lot of plastic surgery done to look the way she did. Tasteful surgery, Mel thought, not like those Upper East Side women and their ridiculous lips. Of course her breasts were fake, but she had opted for smaller implants, so they didn't look like overfilled water balloons unlike some other women. She'd also mentioned to Mel once how she had gotten her chin and eyebrow ridge shaved down to look more feminine. Mel thought she looked great--obviously. She was a model, it came with the territory.

But, then again, Mel had met plenty of models (mostly through Isabel) who she thought didn't look good at all. They only looked good in the right clothes, or after a stylist got their hands on them. Yes, Isabel had an interesting look, but, at the end of the day, Mel thought she was pretty too.

Isabel sighed. "It's perfect out," she said. "I like it hot."

She turned her body toward Mel, and Mel could see the bulge of Isabel's cock pressing against the fabric of her bikini, something she hadn't noticed when she had been taking off her dress. Mel had heard some penises were "growers," while others were "showers." Isabel's was definitely a shower. It looked suffocated by her bottoms, like it was doubled over at the middle. It lifted the fabric up off of Isabel's skin so that Mel could almost catch glimpses of it in the right light.

Mel realized she was staring. She looked up at Isabel, who was looking down at her with a grin. Mel's face flushed.

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't be sorry." Isabel said. "I know, it's distracting."

"It's huge," Mel said, without thinking.

Isabel threw her head back and laughed. "It is. Isn't it? Isn't that so funny? What a waste."

"How much bigger does it get?" Mel was looking at it now unashamed. She thought she saw it twitch. "You know, when it's--"

"Mel. I am shocked." Isabel said in feign contempt. "I've never seen this kind of behavior from you before."

"What!? I'm just, you know, like, wondering." She tried to laugh it off, but ended up achieving only a kind of cackle, making her sound even madder.

Isabel looked at Mel. Mel could still feel the warmness in her cheeks from her embarrassment. But, she wouldn't be deterred that easily. And, anyway, she really was curious. She wasn't even sure if she was making a move on Isabel, or if she was just bored and a little horny, and was just maybe teasing her. She knew Isabel was straight, that she exclusively dated boys, and probably wouldn't even know what to do with Isabel if given the opportunity.

"Here. I'll show you." Before Mel realized what was happening, Isabel had already reached down and pulled the fabric of her bikini bottoms aside to expose her flaccid cock. It flopped out onto the towel, like it was taking a breath of fresh air. It was clean shaven, and its skin was darker than the rest of the skin around it. Mel could see her pink balls hiding behind her girthy shaft. Isabel began stroking it slowly.

Mel glanced past Isabel's body to make sure nobody was paying any attention to them. She could see the two boys now sitting down together now in the grass, still far enough away, and the couple had moved on to the picnic portion of their date.

She looked back at Isabel's cock. It had nearly doubled in length to maybe ten inches or so. Mel couldn't believe it. It was the biggest dick she'd ever seen in person. She couldn't imagine putting that thing inside her. She thought it might just split her in two.

"There." said Isabel, using the palm of her hand to support the weight of her now fully erect cock. Mel could see she was circumcised. She liked how it looked.

"Woah." Mel adjusted herself to get a better look, bringing her face right up to it. It twitched. She laughed.

"You can touch it if you want."

"Really?"

"Go ahead."

Mel was directly at eye level with it. She could see it throbbing to the beat of Isabel's heart. She reached out with a hand to hold the tip of her dick. It was so thick her fingers were barely able to meet on the other side. Without thinking, Mel stroked it, back and forth, slowly, just the tip, where she knew it was most sensitive.

Isabel's sweat was like a natural lubricant, Mel switched over to long, smooth strokes from the base of the shaft to the tip and back down again, and again, and again.

Isabel moaned quietly. She hadn't reacted at all up to that point, just sat there with a slight smile painted on her face. She was trying to appear calm, like nothing was going on, in case anyone was watching. Luckily, they were angled in such a way that Isabel's much taller body was shielding Mel's much smaller body from view. Only if someone came up from the path would they be exposed, and maybe then there would still be enough time for them to fix themselves up before anyone saw too much of anything.

"Sorry," she whispered, "that feels good."

Mel leaned forward to where her lips could graze the head of Isabel's penis, kissing it lightly, teasing. Mel glanced at the path. Surely no one would come, right?

She took Isabel into her mouth, tasting the distinct taste of precum. She could only fit a few inches at a time, but she tried to supplement this by continuing to stroke Isabel's dick from the base up to where her mouth couldn't reach any further. Mel could feel Isabel's hand clench in the grass. Mel used her tongue to lick around the circumference of the head, before plunging it back into her mouth as deep as it would go.

"Oh, God." Isabel whispered through gritted teeth.

Mel opened her mouth wide, trying to take Isabel even deeper, all the way to the back of her throat, as she increased the speed with which she stroked her shaft. She held her cock in her mouth, breathing through her nose. Isabel was thrusting her hips almost imperceptibly, trying to sneakily fuck Mel's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum."

Already? Mel felt like she was just getting started. She sucked on the end of Isabel's dick and stroked her cock as fast as she could, before pulling away as Isabel came. Her load fell out of her pulsating cock in fat drops of milky white, forming a pool in the grass between them.

Mel had considered trying to swallow, but it'd been so long since the last time she'd done that, since college, when a guy she was hooking up with wasn't loud enough when he told her he was gonna cum, resulting in a surprise load down her throat which made her gag and nearly vomit in the back seat of his car.

She also worried about the size of the load, given the size of the cock.

And, she was right. It was a lot of cum. Isabel was still stroking her cock, draining out the last bit of cum, before she gave the head a wipe, and covered it once again beneath her silver bikini bottoms.

Isabel sat back, looking straight out ahead of her. Mel couldn't really see her face from where she was. She realized she was still prone on the ground in a kind of fetal position. She sat up a little too quickly. The blood rushed out of her head.

Isabel sighed, "I needed that."

"You came so much," Mel said.

"Yea. Maybe we should get out of here. You wanna get some coffee?"