Hanson walked slowly through the crowded Metro station carefully surveying the people surrounding him. While he walked he was able to take the time to appreciate an attractive woman and did get a thrill at some of the sights the bustling crowd afforded him. It seemed modesty was quickly forgotten in the mad rush at the entrances to the train's cars. He was often able to get a little added excitement as he brushed through these crowds. Often he had the pleasure of watching a train pull away seeing a woman inside trying to figure out which of the men around her had groped her as the climbed aboard.
Crowds like this at the Metro were a two sided coin for Hanson, while all the people made it difficult for him to isolate a quick and easy lover, these same crowds made his getaway very easy. If he couldn't scoot quickly onto a train and disappear down one of the dark tunnels, he would immediately shed his outer jacket, normally a bright color, toss it in the trash and then blend into the rest of the crowd. His lovers normally didn't gaze into his eyes while they were together, mostly they'd recall the bright color he was wearing, something they noticed either before or after he was finished with them.
Looking through the crowd today he spotted a woman nervously checking the route guide on the wall and looking around the station in quick glances. The attractive, but somewhat frazzled looking woman was obviously lost, something Hanson was more than happy to help her with. Before slinking through the people like a hungry cat through the trees, he paused, staring at her, letting the excitement build in him a bit.
Her blonde hair had, at some point, been neatly combed, but now it stuck up in the air in several places while the rest of it dangled down onto her shoulders. She had an odd bend in her nose that was enticing, not the perfect little buttoned nose he'd see on models and in the high priced porn magazines. Hanson pictured her nostrils flaring as she gasped for breath and decided she had a perfect nose. Blue eyes still peeked nervously from between some errant strands of hair that in spite of her pulling them aside, they trickled back over her face.
His goal was to get her toward the back end of the platform where he had earlier broken into a machine room. There was an old mattress tossed on the floor, something soft enough to protect his knees and hard enough to support this woman. He only used a place once in his conquests, but he could tell this place would be one of his better love nests.
Just as he began to move out of the crowd of people and make his way towards her, he noticed her begin walking slowly toward the room he had reserved for himself. He stepped up his pace, elated that he didn't need to lure her down the tiled walkway, all he had to do was follow her. As she walked he noticed that she didn't have a purse, instead she carried a small backpack over one shoulder, much like most of the college kids did this way.
She didn't look quite young enough to be a college student, hmm, perhaps a professor, or an assistant at the university. He didn't have much experience with the college types, he always figured they'd be a bit too proactive and certainly more protective of other students than those he normally stalked. This one was obviously far away from home and very lost. By that time she had nearly reached the end of the walkway and had just figured out it was a dead end.
