They told him it was a relaxing way to travel... Romantic even... the only problem was... he was traveling alone.
Matt was on his way to an out of town conference, one of those long boring but extremely stressful conferences his employer insisted he attend. A friend had suggested that seeing as he had the time, he should travel up to the conference by train, get a sleeper so he could truly relax, something he hadn't done in way to long. They told him the service was excellent, the scenery was beautiful, a great way to get away and forget about his worries for one night.
So here he sat in the lounge, bored, a drink in front of him, and loving couples all around him, reminding him how lonely he truly was, and how much he hated it. It had been so long since he had been in the company of a woman, and even longer since he had felt any passion in his life. .
And then she walked in, a vision, like something out of his deepest desires and dreams. She was tall, Matt figured at least 5'9", slim, long legs just made for fantasizing about... long dark hair cascading down her back. And her face... oh her face, full red lips, high cheekbones, and eyes that were dark as night and slightly tilted, hinting at Asian ancestry.
She was dressed all in black, the skirt was long, almost to her ankles, but was slit high up the thigh, giving him flashes of creamy skin with every step she took. It molded to her body and showed her curves to maximum effect. Her jacket was double breasted, and gently rounded her breasts, like two hands cupped and holding them in the palms. And Matt could see the top of a black camisole peaking out of the V of her jacket .
She looked around as she walked thru the lounge looking for a seat, and she briefly made eye contact with Matt. She gave him a very slight, Mona Lisa type smile and he felt the breath catch in his chest, his heart start to pound, and the blood rush to areas in his body he hadn't thought of in a very long time.
She took a seat by the window, on the opposite side of the lounge, ordered a drink, took a book from her bag and settled back into her seat with what seemed a long sigh of relief. She was too far away for Matt to see what she was reading, but still close enough for him to appreciate her beauty.
Every few minutes she would lean forward to take a sip of her wine, and when she did, her jacket would gap slightly, giving Matt a tantalizing view of her cleavage, and on the occasions she would catch Matt staring, she would give him another quick smile, as if she knew what he was thinking... and liked the directions his thoughts were heading in.
He was having very erotic thoughts... sitting there in the lounge of the rail car... thoughts of their bodies pressed together, slick skin sliding along slick skin, lips meshing in hot deep wet kisses, hands touching everywhere they could, her legs wrapped around his waist while he was buried deep inside her warmth.
Matt knew he couldn't sit there in that condition, so he got up and headed to the washroom, thinking he would give himself time away from her presence to cool down, maybe splash some cool water on his face to help him in his struggle. She watched him as he walked towards her, her eyes seemed to get larger as he got closer, and as he passed her, a caught the subtle scent of her perfume, rich, exotic, it was almost more than he could take.
Thoughts of her and what he would like to do to her... with her, filled his mind while he was in the washroom, he couldn't get her face, her scent out of his mind, and he knew he would have to try to talk to her when he went back, or go crazy, he took a couple of deep breaths for courage and headed back.
But when he got back to the lounge, she was gone, Matt couldn't believe it, how could she just get up and leave like that, what about all the eye contact they had been sharing? Was she playing some sort of game with his head? Did she enjoy torturing men in this way? .
These thoughts ran thru his head as he walked back to his seat, and Matt wasn't sure what to make of the whole encounter, should he try to find her? Or forget about the entire episode and head to his sleeper for the night?.
But as soon as he got to his seat, all these thoughts flew out of his mind, because as he looked down at his table, an amazing site met his gaze, for there on the table was his napkin... and on the napkin, was written the number of a sleeper car... with a note that simply said "come to me".
Matt couldn't believe his eyes... could it be? Was it possible that her thoughts matched his? He picked up the key and brought it to his face, yes, there was the same scent he had breathed in as he passed her earlier. Once again his heart started to pound and the blood rushed to the lower extremes of his body, what an incredible trip this was becoming.