Mind the Gap
by moosezilla
“Arriving at Union. Union station. Mind the gap.”
Careful not to get my foot caught in the small gap between the platform and the train, I stepped into the subway car for my Monday morning commute. I was particularly tired this morning after a weekend away with my partner, but it had been a wonderful time and totally worth the bit of lost sleep. Maybe I would even get to nap a little on the half-hour train ride.
Luckily, the train wasn’t too busy this morning and I was able to find a seat quickly. It was one of the seats facing into the subway car, rather than towards the front or back of the train. I crossed my legs as usual and leaned to my right, allowing myself to drift off to the rhythm of the moving train.
“Arriving at King. King station. Mind the gap.”
I adjusted slightly in my seat, eyes still closed. I drifted in and out, trying to find that balance between getting a bit of a nap while making sure I didn’t miss my stop. After adjusting a few more times to get comfortable, I heard the automated train announcement again.
“Arriving at City Hall. City Hall station. Mind the gap.”
I sighed and forced my eyes open. City Hall station was about two thirds of the way to work, and I needed to make sure I stayed awake and paid attention from here. I took stock of the people around me in the subway car to keep myself awake, but noticed that several were staring at me.
There was a group of women off to my right shooting me disapproving glances, while a few men scattered around the train were smirking or grinning at me.
I looked down at myself, assuming I had spilled coffee on myself or maybe one of my blouse buttons had come undone while I tried to nap, only to find my legs spread wide open. I flushed and snapped my legs closed, suddenly regretting my choice to go without pantyhose under my just-above-the-knee skirt.
“Arriving at Riverside station. Riverside station. Mind the gap.”
Now that I was awake, alert, and extremely self-conscious, I looked down with dismay as my legs once again began to separate of their own accord as though they were magnets of the same pole. It was only when the train started pulling out of the station and my legs spread as wide as they were able, giving everyone on the train a clear view of the growing wet spot on my panties, that I was able to regain control of my body and once again close my legs.
The humiliation of it only made me hotter. I stewed in my shame and arousal until…
“Arriving at Evergreen station. Evergreen station. Mind the gap.”
Once again, my legs began to spread, again putting my now visibly soaked panties on obvious display. I tried to fight both my legs and the urge to run off the train, but I only succeeded in the latter. I knew that it was only one more stop until mine, and the stops in this part of the city were far enough apart that trying to walk from here would make me very late for work.
Just like at the last stop, my legs would not budge no matter how hard I tried until they had opened as far as I could spread them, at which point I was able to close them again. What was going on?
I glanced around the train, mortified to find that even more people were looking at me. I stood up and walked over to the train door, avoiding making eye contact with any of the other passengers. I was grateful that I was getting off the train at Springhurst, the next stop, but I knew I’d be feeling all those eyes on me for several minutes since this stretch of the train traveled above ground, above the enormous Evergreen Park.
I stared pointedly at the doors in front of me, burning with humiliation and arousal, when the “Mind the Gap” sticker on the door caught my eye. My memory flashed back to a moment from my weekend away…
I had put on my bathing suit to go to the docks near the cottage my partner and I were staying with, and I’d commented on the size of my thighs and how I didn’t have any semblance of a thigh gap. My partner had simply looked at me, deep in thought, until something briefly flashed in their eyes. Then, they reassured me that they loved my thighs, gap or no gap, but that they were sure we could figure something out if we both put our minds to it…
I’d simply looked at them, confused, and they told me not to worry about it as they distracted me with their hands running up and down said thighs…
I grinned with the realization that this was their doing and pulled out my cell phone only to find a text from them:
Them: Enjoying your trigger from our weekend away? ;)Me: YOU ASSHOLEMe:yesThem: Good girl. Now, get your sexy ass to work!
“Arriving at Springhurst station. Springhurst station. Mind the gap.”