I curse myself for being late once more as I run as quickly as I can to the platform. I suddenly stop when I realize the train is running late. I mutter, “For Fuck’s Sake!” to myself. I catch someone glancing in my direction at this precise moment. A man. One that is also quite appealing. I quickly look away because I’m nervous and a little ashamed. I’m sweating and heated because it’s a hot summer day. I accept that it’s not the sexiest look. I laugh to myself at the thought and dare to look over at him. Maybe he likes that. He is currently glancing at his phone, which gives me an opportunity to acknowledge him. With his legs slightly apart, he is seated. The tight fit of his shirt highlights his athletic form underneath, giving him a sharp appearance with his shirt, tie, and pants. He looks up at me again when I let my eyes wander for a bit too long. This time, I give him a few seconds of my full attention. He makes the first break, gazing back down while straightening his black, wavy hair. Was that a tense movement?
I line up to board the train as the doors are unlocked, not daring to peek behind me to check if he is boarding the same compartment. I put on my earbuds and settle down at a table to listen to some music. I’m glancing out the window and nodding my head subtly when I sense a presence. He’s there. He[30M] is seated across from me. I dare to make eye contact once again, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. His wide-set brown eyes meet mine, causing my face to flush. I give a shaky smile and resume staring out the window. My chest is pounding. I look around and am relieved to notice that this morning’s train is unusually silent.
I turn back to see him as the train pulls away. He’s studying the newspaper. It is stuffy because the air conditioner isn’t on. I carefully unzip my jacket to expose a yellow summer dress with low cut sleeves. Through the pages, his eyes catch mine. This time, he doesn’t look away from me as he drops the paper and raises his hands to undo his tie. My legs are tingling now instead of feeling butterflies.
He carefully undoes his tie as I keep my gaze on him. It dangles carelessly from his neck. He carefully pulls it off and lays it on the table, and I catch a breath of his scent. It is seductive. He pulls back one button. another follows. My nipples tighten as a result of not wearing a bra and I appreciate that he can see them. My hand drifts to the inside of my thigh as my legs begin to move gently apart, seemingly independent of my own consciousness. Do I really want to do this? Here? present time? My hand responds on my behalf as it gently travels up my thigh, brushing my underwear.
I’m not sure how much he can see, but based on the way he shifts a little in his seat, I assume he is aware of what I’m doing. He smirks as he turns to face me and slides his hand under the table. His arm travels slowly up and down, but not in a way that would draw attention from bystanders. I can’t tell where it goes. My cheeks warm up, and my body temperature begins to rise. I’ve never felt such an immediate sexual attraction to someone, certainly not in front of others.
I continue to stroke myself and feel the fabric on my underwear become wet. This time, I raise my fingers and lightly touch my clit with them. I continue to retain his stare while taking a long breath in and biting my lip. He answers by averting his gaze and cocking his head back, obviously enjoying the thought of my fingers flitting around in between my legs.
I lick my lips as I wonder what’s going on underneath those pants. How challenging he is right now. how bare he appears. I want to leap atop the dining room table, reach across, and yank his shirt off.
“Please, tickets!” We both snap back into ourselves as two folks on our way to work once the interruption returns me to reality. He looks like he’s on his way to work, so I presume that. I rummage around in my backpack trying to locate my tickets. I find it annoying that he finds this hilarious. We show our tickets, and I turn to face him. He resumes reading his newspaper, and I resume staring out the window.
We get to the train station. I turn to face him as I stand up to go. I look away and get off the train when I see that guy appears to be deeply involved in his paper. I don’t look behind me.
I go to the front desk to check in after entering the hotel lobby. A voice from behind me can be heard as I fill out a form. It has a soft, deep voice with a little suggestion of an accent that I’m not quite able to make out. “I’m here for a meeting. It’s located in, er, the inspiration room?” His final words are spoken gently, as though embarrassed. I giggle at myself when I recall some of the meeting spaces I’ve attended with hilarious names.
Then it hits me: that scent, that comfortingly seductive odor. I quickly check behind me with my head turned. He’s there. He gives me a startled glance before uttering in an almost annoyingly arrogant manner, “Greetings to you. I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet.” He says while extending his hand. My jaw is hanging open as I look down at the hand that was not so long ago touching himself, my mouth wide open, feeling both intrigued and hesitant.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xwzcot/the_best_ride_23f_fm_teasing_public