Is she…. following me? I thought in alarm, my breath beginning to quicken. I glanced up at the subway map. 5 stops to go. Should I change cars? Get off and wait for the next? Or pretend she didn’t exist at all?
My eyes strained and began to water as I glared ahead at the streetcar doors opposite me, the brick of the subway corridor zooming by in a chaotic blur. I could feel her eyes still on me. I was afraid to dare look anywhere near this shadow woman, and stared intently on the ad for thickening conditioner before stealing another glance at the subway map.
When I finally peeled my eyes away from the blurry, blinking map, they landed straight into her awaiting gaze. I shuddered slightly as I realized that when our eyes met, I was met with fervent hunger deep in her warm hazel eyes. They glinted crystalline as she scanned my person, her gaze dropping down my soft, freckled face; pausing at my quivering auburn lips; serenading my body with her silent – yet deafening – lust. A jolt of the train, and her eyes snapped back to mine, her mouth slipping into the slightest smirk.
I was sweating. Who was this woman? Am I going crazy? Is she sexy? Does she think I’m sexy? What…?
I jumped slightly when the train robot dinged the PA, announcing the stop. The doors opened with a brutal rattle, and an old lady stumbled in. The shadowy woman briefly took her eyes off mine to let the septegenarian through, beckoning to an empty seat to her right. With bouncy, appreciative waves, both parties smiled warmly at each other and the old lady settled down, grocery cart in tow.
I’m fairly certain I creamed my pants.
I couldn’t keep watching her. I tried to stare at my phone, swiping furiously through posts, not looking at a single one. As the doors dinged every so often, I listened intently for my stop announcement, feelikg the hair on the back of my neck prickle and the vibrations of the speeding rail course up my thighs. I crossed my legs tightly, trying to concentrate every fiber of my being not to look back at the lithe woman whose gaze I felt locked onto my head like a snipers target.
Finally, the robot ladys static voice cut through the pressure as if breaking the sound barrier. I quickly jumped up, tripping over my tightly crossed ankles and feet, catching myself bashfully on the arm of the disgruntled man standing in front of me. I stammered out an apology and awkwardly waited, flush with the subway door, praying for the train to finally stop and release me from the flurry of embarrassment. As the doors chimed, I forcefully stumbled onto the platform, not knowing whether the woman had followed me out. I nearly ran, fighting back tears and looking straight ahead, up the the tiled steps and into the sunny spring afternoon.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w9152e/snippet_transit_fnb