Play with her tits.

"Here," you instruct her, "hold onto the bar with both hands." As she does so, you let go of it, instead moving behind her (getting your first proper look at her ass; she is, indeed, carrying her phone in the waistband of her shorts) and wrapping your arms around her. Using her as your support as the train continues its journey, you grab hold of her tits, squeezing and pawing at them. You hear her sighing and murmuring softly with pleasure, becoming a little more vocal when you start teasing her nipples again, twisting and tugging on her piercings.

"That feels really nice," she purrs.

You enjoy yourself like that as the train passes the last stop before yours, and then, soon enough, arrives at your station. As the doors slide open, you let go of Saf's tits and beckon her to follow you. Winding your way through the press of embarking passengers with her close behind, you emerge onto the platform. It's a beautiful afternoon, sunny and clear. As Saf draws up beside you, you're a little surprised and more than a little pleased to see her drop into a half-squat, hands on her knees and a relaxed smile on her lips, and spend a few moments thrusting her hips against empty air, as if fucking an invisible partner. It's an incredibly lewd gesture to do apparently unprompted, and your cum splattered all over her pubes only enhances the picture. Several people nearby on the platform throw surprised looks her way, though no one says anything.

"Watcha doing?" you ask.

She shrugs as she continues her humping. "Just feelin' myself." You shrug in turn as she seems to finish up. It's not as unusual a display from her as it might be from someone else—she is a bad bitch, after all, and few would begrudge her enjoying a body like hers. Still, even for such a woman, Saf seems especially at ease in her skin. Already, you realize, you're fully hard again, and you seriously consider tearing off those little shorts and just fucking her brains out right here on the platform. But no. You'll be more comfortable at home.

You lead the way from the station through your neighborhood, mostly occupied by large houses being used as multiple apartments, like the one you rent. You and Saf don't talk much along the way, and you leave her body be for the most part, aside from a few playful slaps and squeezes of her tight, round ass. Honestly, it's sort of a nice moment.

It's not long before you reach your building. Mounting the steps, you let her inside. It's nothing too impressive, but you keep it pretty neat, and you're confident you have nothing to be embarrassed about.

The light's already on in the living room. Heading inside, you find your roommate on the couch, reading something with a spaceship on the cover. You met last year when you responded to the want-ad he posted for someone to split the rent with; you wouldn't say you've become close friends since then, but you have no problem sharing the place.

Hearing you and Saf arrive, he glances up. "Hey." His eyes widen a little at the sight of the gorgeous, nearly naked woman standing before him, her crotch mostly exposed and covered in what's unmistakably cum. He's well used to you bringing home bad bitches by now, of course, but still, it always seems to catch him off a little bit. Or maybe Saf is just particularly appealing.

She offers him a polite smile. "Hey."

"This is Safiya," you explain, only half pausing on your way to your bedroom. "She might be spending the night." You beckon to her again as you open your door, and she follows. You leave your roommate to his reading, not bothering to close the door behind you.

Safiya takes a look around your bedroom. It could probably use a little dusting, but otherwise it's not bad. "Nice place," she declares with a slight nod of approval.

She turns back to you. "Got any weed?"