The businesswoman

It was a warm night at the tail end of rush hour and I headed out into it jacketless with a feeling of exploration coursing through me. Everywhere I looked I was eavesdropping on people's thoughts as they went about their journeys home. All the flotsam of everyone's internal commentary, mostly mundane rubbish, hopes and fears.

Every time someone verbalized a thought in their head I felt like I was turning to stare at them, particularly the attractive ones! __

"I'm gonna fire Roxanna, first thing on Monday. I'm gonna go through her work and find an excuse. I cant stand the bitch. She's too fucking tall, pretty and nobody is looking at my tits any more, goddamit! Screw her! She's toast!"

"Shit I need to get a move on if I'm to make the train. Its an hour till the next one."

"I wonder why Grace dumped me. Maybe she's seeing someone else. Life is shit!"

"Wow - look at her ass! I wish mine looked like that!"

My head spun, and I pivoted on my heels on a number of occasions trying to identify who was thinking what. Trying to hang onto one thread was slippery, but I latched onto the first one and followed her. It turned out to be an attractive dark haired woman in a navy business suit. She looked serious. She stopped at the lights and brought out her phone to check her e-mails while she was stopped. I stopped immediately behind her, within touching distance, admiring her ass which was showcased nicely in a really quite tight skirt.

"Just ignore me and anything I do!!!" I mentally shouted at her, then stepped alongside her as she crossed at the lights and entered a multi-storey car park. She completely ignored me as I got into the lift beside her, then continued to ignore me as I stroked her ass all the way to the fourth floor, and when I got into the passenger seat of her Lexus , put my seat belt on and turned to look at her while she got ready to pull away, she ignored me some more.

It wasn't that she couldn't see me or anything, she had to lean forward to see past me so that she could see in her wing mirror, she was just ignoring me.

I listened to her thoughts on the way to wherever we were going, but mostly it was about work. She needed to chill out.

"Those fuckers in accounts - I submitted those invoices two weeks ago and haven't heard anything".

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Nothing about me. I slipped a hand up inside her skirt. She neither squirmed to avoid it or opened her legs to allow me access, she simply ignored it. I contented myself with stroking her inner thigh for the time being. I didn't want to crash.

Before long we were in the leafy suburbs and the businesswoman was pulling into a drive. The garage door opened automatically and she drove in and parked the car. We both got out and I followed her in, wondering if I was about to meet the family.