He's sitting on the train, in a forwards facing seat, an uneventful trip as usual. It's not too crowded, he's managed to find a seat on his own, not having to press up against some old woman or smelly youth. There are several seats vacant in the train now as the journey continues. He casts an eye around the train, nobody of interest catches his eye so he returns to his book, trying to concentrate on it and getting lost in the music pumping through the earphones of his Ipod.
He can't get engrossed in his book. The heat of the train is stifling, they have it turned up too high, and it's airless in here. He stretches and leans his head against the window. It's starting to get dark outside, he looks at his watch - 5.30 almost. He looks at the sky, it's threatening to rain, and he wonders if he'll get wet on the walk from the station to his home. He closes his book and decides to kill the rest of the time looking out the window. His mind wanders to sex as it often does when he's bored, and he thinks about his wife at home, who isn't much interested, always tired from working too. But thinking of sex is enough to make him stir below, and he pushes at his groin under his book, trying not to let his mind wander.
The train pulls into the platform, and several people rise from their seats to get off. He looks out the window again, it's starting to rain a little outside, the drops pattering against the window he's leaning on. He sees a figure down the other end running for the train. As it comes nearer he sees it's a woman, her hair flying behind her, running awkwardly in heels too high for her, as she struggles through the crowd, disappearing from his view but entering his carriage a moment later. His interest is piqued now. Though bedraggled and a little damp from the rain, she's beautiful. Her long hair streams down the back of her coat, her face though flustered is pretty and appealing, her dark eyes full of stress but flashing at him as she walks nearby and sits in the chair across the aisle opposite him.
He catches a sweet scent as she walks by him, something floral, and fresh, as if she's just sprayed herself. He's almost sure he can smell her damp hair, a soft shampoo smell. She sits back against her seat and sighs, trying to shrug off her coat. He can't help staring at her, looking at her body now. She's wearing a blue blouse, not suggestive but pretty, and it's straining at the buttons as she arches her back to remove her coat. Her breasts are very full as they push against the fabric, and through the buttons of the blouse he catches a view of black lace underneath. Her nipples are clearly outlined under the blouse as she twists and struggles with the coat, her body turned towards him. She catches him looking at her and looks straight back at him, smiling a little. He tries to look away in time but he doesn't manage to, just stares open mouthed at her. She looks away, her coat finally off her shoulders, leans back in her seat and closes her eyes.
This gives him a chance to have a really good look at her. She's wearing a full skirt and high heeled black boots. He catches a glimpse of stocking or tights peeking above the top of her boots. She is full bodied, plump and curvy, the kind of woman he finds most appealing. Her full thighs are outlined under her skirt, her round belly soft under the fabric. Her hands rest in her lap and he looks at her face now, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, as if she is asleep. Her skin is soft, her lips full, everything about her suggests softness.
She notices him as soon as she gets on the train. She's on her way home from being with her lover, an all day encounter, her senses are heightened and her body still in readiness after hours of passion. Her lips feel bruised but she still aches between her legs even after so many climaxes. It's as if she has some itch she just can't scratch, some raw nerve that's been exposed. It's her lover she's thinking of as she crosses her legs, painfully aware of the man across from her watching her, wondering if he's noticed her interest in him.
He feels his groin stir again as he looks at her, imagining what it would be like to make those eyes close in ecstasy, imagining popping the buttons on her blouse and feeling those full breasts in his hands, snaking his hand up her skirt and feeling her wet pussy. She shifts in her chair and opens her dark eyes, and looks at him directly again.
He's a good looking guy and never has trouble attracting women. Even though he's married he's strayed a little here and there, when he just can't resist. He smiles at her, and she smiles back again. Despite her soft face there's a knowing look there, that she's aware of her attractiveness and the effect she's having on him. His erection is growing as they make eye contact, almost painfully, and he shifts in his seat to cover it. She holds his gaze for a bit longer then looks away.
He looks away too but keeps casting furtive glances at her. She has crossed her arms over her chest. He's sure he sees her rub a thumb across her nipples, more than once, but this could be wishful thinking on his part. She arches her body slightly and her breasts stretch once again at the blouse. She crosses one leg over the other and shifts in her seat. If he didn't know better he would think she was stimulating herself in public, her eyes closed and a smile playing on her lips, seemingly somewhere else.
He is still watching her now, and she holds his gaze again. His eyes are magnetic. His full lips attract her attention, she sees him wet them slightly with his tongue as his eyes hold hers then flicker down over her body. She arches her body again to allow him a better view of her breasts, and allows her gaze to move over his body. She thinks she sees a bulge at his groin which he is trying to hide. She feels her nerves tauten and her heart beat a bit faster at the thought of this man, hard and unable to take his eyes off her.
She stops herself short, scolds herself mentally, as if being married and having a secret lover isn't enough for her, now she has to allow strange men to mentally undress her on the train. But she's on a roll, she can't help herself.
The train approaches the next station, and she sits up abruptly, as if remembering herself, gathering up her coat and bag and heading for the door. It isn't his stop but he has to get off too, has to follow her. In the press of bodies scrambling for the exit he is shoved against her, feels his chest against the back of her head, his dangerously hard cock inches from her. She isn't tall, barely comes up to his shoulder, and turns to look up and smile at him again. He can hardly breathe, this close to her.
She smiles and gets a close look at him. He's much taller than her, smells of something spicy, and she's sure she feels something hard pressing against her, or is that her imagination? Something in her wants to reach behind her and touch, just to know, the thought of arousing a stranger so heady she needs to know. Reason takes over and she collects herself, trying to concentrate on getting home, preparing for her husband's return the next day, behaving herself.
The train stops and the passengers pour out of it. He keeps close behind her and follows her now. There are a few people around and she doesn't seem to be aware of him. He follows her off the platform, across the road, for several minutes. She stops to look at her phone, he ducks into a doorway. She looks behind her then keeps walking. It's dark now and there aren't many people around. She turns unexpectedly, down an alleyway where there's a block of apartments with a back entrance. She pauses in the alleyway in the darkness and looks around her, not seeing him as he's concealed behind a skip bin.
She feels a little frightened but a surge of excitement takes her. She knows he's behind her, perhaps following her. Should she turn and flee back into the crowd? Something drives her to keep walking, one foot, other foot, one foot, the other foot, and just - well, just see what happens.
Her phone beeps, she stops to look at it. He wants to touch her, just touch her, not hurt her but just to be near her. She's so engrossed in her phone that she doesn't notice him behind her. He encircles his arms around her from behind, she jumps, and shrieks, then struggles against him.
