Pick a door and hide behind it.

The door I had just opened and lunged through led me into a large but dark closet. I was panting, out of breath and a bit disoriented. I quickly closed the door behind me and turned to see that there was another door in front of me that was slightly ajar, and through it I could see that it led to the women’s showers. And through it I looked at the naked body of a tan, hourglass-figured woman.

'SHIT!,' I realized, 'it’s Sameera!.' She was beautiful, really. She was slender, with light brown skin and long, dark hair that flowed down her shoulders. Even though she was thin, she had plump, perky breasts and a reasonable butt. Being naked accentuated all of these features, as she tended to wear loose, flow-y clothing. For a moment I couldn’t help but stare. She looked to have just finished toweling off and was shaking droplets of water from her hair. She began to open a locker to fish out her clothes and bent over slightly to fidget with the lock. Even if she had turned in my direction, the closet was too dark for her to see me, and luckily, the sound of showers running masked my noisy entrance. She pulled a jar of something out of the locker. I remember her saying she had starting to moisturize with coconut oil. I had laughed and called her a hipster, but later, of course, I had fantasized about Sameera lathering her naked body in coconut oil. I could not believe how excited I was to see this for myself, a steamy voyeur fantasy playing out before my eyes. I knew it was a little wrong to spy on my hot, naked friend, but I was out of breath and disoriented from running on the moving train. While I was here there was no chance in hell I had the willpower not to gawk.

Then I heard footsteps of someone briskly stomping by the closed door and remembered the circumstances. 'SHIT!,' I thought, 'what am I doing? I have to get out of here!' It would only be a matter of time before Rick looked in this closet.

My eyes watched for another full minute as Sameera rubbed the oil on her neck and chest, gently running her hands over her breasts. She spread in over her legs, and went she had reached the upper thigh of the second leg, she even moved both hands to her mound, massaging it with the oil still on her fingers.

My cock twitched involuntarily. Jesus, I thought, I didn't think my cock would work for a full week after everything yesterday. Sameera's on a whole different level. Watching her bend over, rubbing the oil down her sleek, smooth legs, I realized this attraction was different from the wild impulse to fuck Crystal and Karina; I had known Sameera for years, and with each passing year I'd spent more time with her and wanted to fuck her more. But not just fuck, no. More like make love. When I fantasized about Sameera I didn't picture furious pussy-pounding or her on her knees with my cock down her throat like I would from glimpsing a well-endowed stranger. No, when I thought about Sameera I pictured gentle tongue kisses, passionate finger play and sex that was slow and deliberate, with a finale that left both of us gasping, clutching each other close and looking into each other's eyes. Finally she began to pick up and put on her clothes, and the fantasy dissipated.

My cock at half mast, I tore my eyes from my friend’s mesmerizing nude form and shook some sense into myself. I peeked out of the door, saw the coast was clear and darted back towards the staircase. I was halfway up it when the metal staircase seemed to move from under me. I was thrown into the wall. The train was coming to a sudden stop.