"Promise you'll call me when you get there?"
"Yes" I say, "I promise." I smile.
"Promise you won't forget?"
"Yes, baby. I love you. I'll call you when I get there." I tell my girlfriend, who of which I've been dating for two years now. Our non-sex relationship.
"You better call me when you get there." She says while getting high up on her toes to kiss me before I get on the train.
"I love you." I force out once more while adding another peck on her red lips.
"I love you too." She says.
I let go of her hands and pick my bags up from the ground and start to walk slowly towards the door of the train.
When I get there a man asks me for my ticket. I search through my pockets. While handing the ticket to him, I see my girlfriend watching me.
"Call me. Call me. Call me." I mimic over and over in my head. I roll my eyes when I'm no longer in her view. I'm so aggravated and it's only because I'm horny. Jerking off can only make a man so happy. It's not enough. I'm never satisfied.
I look for my seat as I walk up the row. There's a woman sitting in the seat next to mine looking in a small mirror of hers. She's fixing her hair and make up. I role my eyes and mudder under my breath, "Women,"
"Excuse me?" She says while closing her mirror softly. The clicking noise seemed louder than what it actually was.
Embarrassed, I slowly sit down in my seat and try to recover, "What?"
"Oh I see," She smiles as she's digging into her purse. "all of you are like that."
I don't dare say another word. She might go off on me a little louder. I didn't want that attention.
"You men just think you have all the control. Just because you have a penis," She looks me up and down then continues, "big or small, it doesn't mean you can rule women."
I try to find the words to say when she stops talking. Just when I gather a sentence together, she starts up again. It's all about how men apparently suck at life. I was honestly beginning to become amused by it.
She stops talking for over a minute. I take it as my que to speak, "We're sorry."
"We're?" She looks at me with a raised eye brow.
"Us men. We're sorry. For our penises, I mean. We don't mean it." I'll admit, I was trying to be a smartass.
"Are you trying to be funny?" She had no sign of a smile on her face.
I stare at her. Now I'm not going to lie, but she was a very attractive woman. I was a little, I guess, frightened of how aggressive she was. I didn't hate it.
"I..I..." I start to studder.
"You what?" She says with a straight face like she would kill me if I said the wrong thing to her.
"I...I think you have pretty eyes." I grin, hoping she aproves of my complement. I hadn't planned to say that until I noticed how green her eyes were. There was an odd design in each of them and I couldn't look away.
"Oh, qell, thank you." She smiles while lowering her head to stare at her lap, hoping I don't see her blush.
No we're getting somewhere.
I smile and sit back in my chair, guessing the rest of the ride will be peaceful and quiet.
Wrong.
"My name's Cara by the way,"
"Matt," I stick my hand out for her to shake. She stares at it for second.
"What? It's not going to bite. Just shake the damn thing," I laugh.
She smiles and finally takes my hand in hers. It was very soft, like a womans hands are supposed to feel. Now that I thought about it, my girlfriends hands weren't as soft, or soft at all.
I realise that I've drifted off to sleep. I open my eyes quickly and look around. It's dark outside of the train. Few lights are on from the other passengers inside with their cell phones or laptops.
I look over at Cara. She's sleeping with her face against to he window. Her pillow had fallen into her lap.
I lean over and pick the pillow up and try to put it between her face and the glass of the window. I watch as she moves her head away from the window and stares at me with confussion in her sleepy eyes. She strangly looked cute look at me like that.
"Uhh," I say. "Sorry. It didn't look very comfortable."
She raises another eye brow at me.
"I mean," I must have sounded dumb, "your pillow was on your lap and I thought it would be better than laying your head on the cold glass."
"Okay," Was all she said. Her voice was soft.
I awkwardly sit back in my chair.
I can see from the corner of my eye as she reaches for her purse to fix her hair and make up again.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I say while getting up quickly and rushing to the back of the train.
I knock on the door twice then walk in when I hear no one make a sound. I lock it behind me then turn the water on and splash it on my face to cool me down. It's almost 9:00 pm. I dry my face then turn to the toilet and unzip my pants. I didn't realise how full my bladder was. That was probably why my dick felt weird before I got up from my chair. It hadn't felt like that in a while though. I didn't think anything of it. I wash my hands and dry them then exit the bathroom.
When I get back to my seat there's a man sitting in my there talking with Cara. I stand there for awhile, hopeing she sees me, but she keeps talking to the man.
I get impatient and tap on the mans shoulder. He turns his head and looks at me, "Yes?"
"You're in my seat." This guy didn't know how aggravated I really was. I just needed to get off this train and jerk off. I would feel so much better.
"I don't see your name on it." He says, very rudely. I reminded me of a small child.
I look at Cara, wondering when she's going to at least tell this man that it's my seat. I watch as she smiles at me. The man looks away from me and smiles at Cara.
She puts her hand on his chest and whispers into his ear.
What ever it was, I don't have a clue, but it made him get up from my seat. I watch her as she watches him walk back to his seat. I sit down slowly with a bad attitude building up inside me still.
I can feel Cara looking at me. I think she's going to say something to me, but she doesn't.
"Who was that?" I ask all of a sudden.
"I don't know. Some guy,"
"What is this some guy?"
"What?" She smiles at me. "Why?"
"I don't know. He doesn't look like your type," Where was I going with this?
"Who are you to say he's not my type? You don't even know my type." She sits back in her chair.
"I mean, he wasn't bad looking or anything but,"
"Of course he wasn't." She interupts. "He was cute."
"But," I continue. "I see you with another type of guy. Not him."
"What type?" She asks as she twirls her curly blond hair on one finger.
"If you're asking me, well, my type." I look away from her for a second at a the boy across from me playing a game on his phone.
"Why, what's your type?"
"No. I mean, me." I look back.
"You?" She raises both of her eye brows this time. Now she was really listening.
I nod my head while she stares me down. I was waiting for rejection, or maybe even approval.
"You?" She says again.
"Yes, me." I smile.
Remembering those words, "Call me. Call me. Call me." I can't believe I've forgotten all about my girlfriend. I stop smiling.
"I'll think about it." She smiles while putting her pillow up against the window and laying her head on it.
"What did I just do?" I think to myself. I look Cara up an down. I start to become very aroused by the figure and curve of her body. I quickly look away to control myself. I was starting to be a very bad boy.
I find myself drifting off to sleep again. I don't try to stop and wake myself though. I let it take me over.
"Matt," I hear my name being echoed through my thoughts. It almost sounded like moaning. Was that moaning? Was I having sex? It didn't feel like I was having sex.
"Matt," The moaning began to turn into just a normal voice. Someone starts shaking me back and forth.
"Matt!" I open my eyes quickly to find Cara looking at me with her purse and bags in her hands.
"Get up,"
"Where are we?" I ask, looking around at others. I look down and all of my clothes are still on me. I was surpised I didn't have a boner.
"On a trian. Now get up. We're getting off," She demands.
"Both of us?" I ask while picking up my bags and rubbing my eyes.
"Yes now go," She pushes me up to the door of the train where a lot of other people are getting off also. It's so crowded I can feel her breasts on my back.
She brushes her body past mine so she can walk in front of me. While she moves past me, her thigh gently rubs against my croch. I contain the moan that almost slips out. Not noticing before, but she was wearing a black skirt. A short black skirt. She was killing me little by little. I try to keep my bag infront of my pants to keep my almost half erect hard on from anyones sight.
She grabs hold of my hand and pulls me into the train station. I have no idea what's going on or where I am. We walk all the way through the station then out a back door.
She looks around then drops her bags on the ground. She slowly starts making her way over to me then pushes me up against the wall and starts to kiss my neck. I drop all of my things also. She then turns around and pushes her ass against my croch. I feel my cock in between her ass cheeks. This makes me harder.
I gentely place my hands on her waist as she rubs her body against mine, dragging my boner on and on.
She faces me again then starts to unbutton her shirt, reveling her black laced braw to me. I quickly grab her hands to make her stop.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"I can't do this?" I say. I cursed at myself for stopping her. My hard on was now a full 9" cock, riding down my thigh, waiting to be pulled out of my pants for a good fuck.