I was standing on the platform waiting for a train, staring at this cute Armenian girl. She was really short, with long dark hair and a round face and big eyes with thick long lashes, and a body like a barrel, with a great ass and small high breasts, dressed shoulder to toe in skin-tight black leather.

She walked up and stared back. I smiled. She stepped to my right, as though walking away. I wish I could have said something, even "hello" or "how are you today" or "nice leather". I wondered what her name was. But I just stared and smiled. "Stare and smile" That's my whole act. For non-sexual social interaction I also have "smile and nod".

She wasn't walking away, she was walking around behind me, checking me out from behind. She came around again from my left side, staring up at me. I stared back, and smiled. I wondered whether she did this often. I wondered whether she had anything on under the leather. It sure didn't look like it. Off she went to my right again. I wondered what the leather felt like against her bare skin, and against her clit, and against her nipples.

She was back behind me again, and I wondered how old she was. I wondered if she had a boyfriend, or a husband, or a father. I wondered what they thought about the way she dressed. I wondered if they knew she walked circles around strangers. She came around in front again. I smiled, I stared, I wondered if she would stare that intently while riding me.

A third time she stepped to my right, and I wondered what she looked like naked. I wondered if she made much noise in bed. I wondered if she liked to be spanked, especially in the leather. I wondered if she had a sense of humor. I wondered what she liked to eat for dinner.

Once again she was in front of me, staring up, and I wondered why on God's green earth she'd picked me for this exercise. I wondered why all I could ever do was stare. I wondered as I watched her beautiful black-leather-clad ass twitching off down the platform. And then I went back to waiting.