I had been riding the train for nearly an hour and the sun was just beginning to set over the horizon. It was a warm autumn night, and I stared out the window watching the small towns fly by as the shadows drew longer over the fields. I had just begun to doze off when the train pulled into the Waterloo station. As the couple next to me collected their belongings and made their way off the train, I kept my eyes closed, hoping to fall asleep and shorten my long ride.
After a few moments I could hear someone nearby putting their bags in the over-head compartment. I opened my eyes and peeked over to see a woman stretching up to stow her luggage. She was wearing a knee-length black pencil skirt and black leggings. Her sweater crept up her stomach revealing a sliver of her toned stomach as she pushed her bags back. I turned my head back, closing my eyes before I was caught, and to my surprise she sat down next to me. I wondered what she looked like as I hadn't gotten a good look at her face, but I was too deep to go back now.
For the next ten minutes or so I kept my eyes closed, almost falling asleep again, though I didn't want to now. I looked over to her through half-closed eye-lids and was stunned by how pretty she was. She had short blonde hair, cropped just above her shoulders and a cute button nose. Her perky breasts were pushing against her white striped sweater. Her legs were crossed, pulling the skirt a few inches further up her thigh. She was reclined in her seat, and engrossed in her book.
I roused myself from my fake-sleep, and she turned. I smiled and she reciprocated warmly, dimples marking her cheeks as I excused myself past her to use the restroom. I washed my hands in the warm water, and splashed it on my face. I fixed my hair in the mirror, and returned to my seat. My leg brushed against hers as I passed to my seat. She didn't look up from her book, and I contemplated whether to hazard small talk with a reader (a pet peeve of mine). I decided to let her read in peace, taking a book from my own bag to hopefully spur interest.
I opened to my bookmark and started to read. About two paragraphs in, however, I realized I had no idea what I had just read. The smell of her soft perfume was making comprehension difficult. She shifted in her seat, as she flipped pages, crossing her other leg and turning towards me in the process. I tried to focus on my book, but found myself looking past the pages and down her shapely calf muscle.
I flipped a page to keep up appearances, as I inched my foot a little closer to hers. I was almost touching her foot, when she closed her book, holding the page with her finger before stretching. It took all of my willpower to not steal a glance, but I kept my eyes on the page absentmindedly reading the words. She re-opened her book, and I was startled to feel her foot touch mine. I could feel my heart beating a little faster as she kept her foot pressed lightly against mine. I forced myself to read the words, not wanting to read too much into it. I made it a few pages, before my curiosity got the better of me. With a sidewards glance I looked over at her book. I couldn't tell what book it was, but the page she was reading was most certainly a steamy excerpt. From what I could glean, it was an office tryst. I wanted to keep reading, but looked away fearing she might catch me.
My brain started to short-circuit as I imagined the beautiful woman sitting next to me, most likely aroused, and with her foot pressed against mine. Almost imperceptibly I nudged against her foot. I waited for a second, then a minute, then was surprised when she nudged my foot back. I turned another page, and set my hand on the arm rest, resting my fingers a few inches from her thigh. Thinking it too forward, I instead re-positioned myself toward her, feeling her dangling foot press softly against my calf. Immediately she brushed the back of my leg with her foot. I felt my heart jump, I loved the tension that was building so I stopped myself from looking over.
