Her beauty was one he had always admired from a far, never able to hold a conversation never able to make eye contact with the woman he so desired.
It's a Tuesday afternoon in mid October and Susan is now regretting her decision to work late, she steps outside into the bitter wind, only to realise that she has left her coat in her office, which is on the 31 first floor of the towered building. She decides that the train station is less than five minutes away and she can brave the walk, cold and pissed off she marches towards the station, all she can think of now is getting back to her new cosy apartment on the other side of town.
Waiting at the station she is alone as this is the last train and the platform is deserted, the train is already ten minutes late and Susan's patience is running extremely thin.
He stands in the darkness of the shadows watching her intently, focussed on her, his eyes explore her slender shivering body. Her nipples are stiff. Her legs are goose pimpled. But his gaze is interrupted as the train screeches to a halt. He moves out onto the platform.
Finally, Susan sighs in relief as she makes her way towards the opening train doors, she minds the gap, and finds herself in a small smoky compartment, which appears to be occupied by a small man smoking a large Cuban cigar. She knows its Cuban as these were her Fathers favourites. She carefully places her briefcase down and perches on the edge of a fold down seat. This is necessary, as her knee length skirt is somewhat revealing when sat properly. She notices out of the corner of her eye and through the screen of smoke, that the man opposite her seems to be staring directly at her hardened nipples, and although the thought of this to Susan was disturbing, she was flattered by the attention. Subconsciously Susan slowly began to pin her shoulders back giving the onlooker a better view of her c cup breasts.
Standing un-noticed in the corner of the compartment he wonders at her flirtatious behaviour, carefully watching her unsupported breasts wobble from side to side with the movement of the train. Her silk top clung to her curves, her tight skirt to her thighs. Once again the screeching of reality, it was her stop. Time to depart.
Susan knew the small beady eyes of the cigar smoking pervert would follow her tight arse off the train and she didn't care. She bent down to pick up her briefcase as the train pulled in at the station, in doing so, pointing her pert arse in the direction of the pervert. She felt the skirt pull tightly over her cheeks to show the outline of her thong through the black material. Susan blushed as she left the train knowing that she had just shown the man the most action he'll see for a long time.
Susan's new apartment was only two blocks from the train station. It was a good neighbourhood and she felt safe walking home, but tonight was different it felt like she was being followed or watched, she picked up the pace to a brisk walk.
He followed her quietly, he kept close behind so that he could not lose her from his sights.
Susan approached her front door, she called for her cat tabs, as she fumbled in her briefcase for the keys.
He had seen her do this before, she would leave the door open and unattended whilst waiting for the cat to enter this would be his chance.