NYC: It Started With a Stare

When I first moved to New York about a decade ago, I didn't have much money. I decided to look for a cheap gym to keep my workouts going. If you've lived in a big city, you know how much gym memberships can cost. One of NYC's biggest secrets is that the Parks Department has good gyms all over the city that they sell $80 yearly memberships for.
The gym that I went to regularly was on East 23rd St, next to the FDR parkway. It was right next to the Veterans Hospital. I'd get up early, work out at 6 AM, get dressed, & walk a few blocks over to the subway & go to work. It took a lot of dedication, especially to work out at 6 in the morning, which meant getting up at 4:30.
One summer morning, I let my workout run late. Instead of changing at the gym, I grabbed my bag & started walking to get to work. I figured I'd change once I got there. I was still in my black gym sweats & a tight black t shirt. I was still pretty pumped up since I had only finished my last set about 2 minutes before. I thought it was a pretty productive workout & was feeling very good about the results.
At that time of the morning, there were very few people walking on the sidewalks. Part of the gym was on a side street that didn't get traveled on too much, especially at that time of the morning. That morning, though, about 7 car lengths up, there was someone who looked like she was putting change in the parking meter. She was a short brunette, still in her green hospital uniform.
She saw me, turned towards me, & started staring. It wasn't the typical "this guy might rob or rape me" stare that certain people like to give. It was a "damn, he looks good" stare. As I got closer to her, she just stood there, staring, as if she was transfixed by something. Now, they say that luck is nothing but opportunity meeting preparation & I always had this one fantasy in my brain that I had never gotten a chance to act out. Well, opportunity just came knocking & I wasn't about to let it go unanswered.
I walked up to her & put down my gym bag. She started to say something but I put my finger on her lips & said "shhhhh". She teased my finger with her lips. I eased her against her car, bent down, & started giving her a long kiss. Her lips were full & I explored every millimeter of real estate. Our kisses were deep & passionate. Then, they became animalistic. Her hands started clawing at my back. I scooped her up by her legs. She started wrapping them around my waist & started gringing herself against me; my cock easily getting hard & pressing through my sweats against her pussy. I could tell she wanted me inside her but quite frankly, I didn't have the time. I was still late trying to get to work. At that point, I decided to go for broke.
I put my left hand against her pussy & started rubbing her clit through her uniform. She started grinding me faster & faster; my lips muffling her moans of passion. Suddenly, her body clenched up as she came, her teeth biting down on my bottom lip. A surge of pain went through my lip but I like it & kept holding her tight while she spasmed in my arms. When she was done, I put her down, gave her a long kiss, picked up my bag, & walked off towards the train. As I walked away, a deep sense of satisfation took control of me on two levels. The first was that I got to live out another fantasy: to go up to a complete stranger, not say a word, & still make her cum. The second was that she was going to remember that for the rest of her life. No words were spoken. No phone numbers exchanged. A delicious memory, none the less.