I had met him on the train to the capitol. When he entered the car, he looked disheveled. His curly, dark hair enveloped his head making his vision slightly obscured every other step. Behind that hair lay dark eyes that seemed like Years of sleep depravation. His ever so slightly dismayed pupils stared off into nothingness, almost as if attempting to pierce into another dimension. He wore a lint and dog hair covered crushed velvet coat better than anyone wore anything, his shoulders holding the tightness of the coat at opposite ends.
There was no slouch in his walking physique. He marched forward in stark contrast to his stare, operating with confidence beholden to a man with a destination. His tight jeans containing a phallus as thick as a woman's wrist and pointing toward hell, stopping halfway down to his knee.
The flow of human movement stopped without his preparation, this caused him to almost topple forward, but stopped just short of impacting the man in front of him. That's when he turned his head to he left and noticed me.
My breasts were particularly full that morning, upholstered by a white cloth belt like a surgical bandage that wrapped around my flowing blue & white polka dotted sundress. Underneath were my baby blue boy shorts hidden from public gaze and my white slip on flats on the feet where the left foot bounces upon the available leg room with impunity amidst bender knee.
His look at he went from confusion to intentional quickly. It was hard to tell what went thru his mind, but it didn't seem like much. He looked over to see his path had been cleared and continued on with that same confidence.
