Author's note:
This was my first ever story and it was inspired by someone I used to see on the train. It's not a quick and dirty read -- more of a slow burn that allows your imagination to make up the rest. It was also my intention to write a story with no graphic sex scenes. Thank you for reading.
Beautiful stranger
Day 1
My daily commute to work was always the same. Out the door by 7:40 a.m., on the station platform by 7:55 a.m. to catch the 8 a.m. train to the city.
I had been undertaking this journey now for the past three months, ever since I changed jobs. Nothing much happened from day to day. Most people, like me were too caught up on their devices to take much notice of each other.
However, on one beautiful, crisp spring morning, I felt wonderfully alive and walked with a bounce in my step, smiling up at the blue sky.
As I entered the dim underpass to the train station, I noticed a man ahead of me; tall, with broad shoulders and dressed in a slate grey suit, with shiny black leather shoes. In his hand, he was gently swinging a black rucksack.
It was the confident walk and his hair that drew my attention: chestnut brown, slightly too long for a corporate worker and tousled as though he had run his fingers through it too many times. I couldn't see his face as he was striding in front of me too fast.
I didn't give the stranger any further consideration, until I was standing on the platform station and saw that he stood only five meters to my right. I casually observed his profile: his straight nose, his pouty lips and the beginnings of stubble on his face. I wondered if he had bothered to shave that morning and I had a sudden inexplicable urge to rub my face against his cheek. This stab of longing caught me by surprise.
As the train arrived, I followed the stranger into the same carriage and turned left as he did. This was the section usually reserved for elderly passengers or parents with strollers.
He ignored the vacant seats and stood with his back to the connecting doors of the carriage, facing towards the passengers and me. When I saw his face full on for the first time, I was mesmerised by its perfect symmetry. He really was breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes stayed down and locked on his cell phone so it was impossible to tell what colour they were.
There were two rows of seats facing each other and I saw that only two spaces were vacant. I squeezed myself between a teenage girl, dressed in a school uniform and an older gentleman, wearing a brown suit. Both were peering down at their cell phones. I took a book out of my bag, as a distraction from the beautiful stranger.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see the stranger had dropped his black rucksack in front of his feet and his jacket had been removed and was hanging loosely over one arm. He wore a crisp white shirt with a collar and a dark blue tie. His shirt stretched tightly across his chest and taut stomach. I wondered if he worked out and whether his rucksack contained his gym gear.
I started to read my book, but my thoughts kept drifting back to this man. He took no notice of me or anyone else on the train and his aloofness intrigued me. As we pulled into my stop, I got up and stole one more glance at this beautiful stranger. He did not look at me and I left the train to go to work.
Day 2
It was another bright, glorious morning. The sun filtered down through the branches of the tree that I was standing under, on the station platform.
I scanned my surrounding area. As I looked to my right, a thrill ran through me when I spotted the stranger again.
Today's suit was navy, paired with another stark, white shirt. Strange, he didn't wear a tie today and the top three buttons of his shirt were undone and I could see the dark hairs on his chest. Looking at them, I wanted rip open his shirt and lick his nipples. Nervous fluttering sensations began in my stomach as I stared as his beautiful face. He was looking down at his cell phone again.
As the train pulled up, I walked quickly past him and looked up at him. He did not glance at me and was too engrossed on his phone. I got on the train hoping he would be following and I could observe him again.
There was still a seat available in the same section of the train as the previous day so I sat crammed between two new people: a young professional female, like myself and a serious looking older gentleman staring vacantly ahead of him.
The stranger took his position at the back of the carriage again, leaning on the connecting doors, rucksack by his feet.
His face showed very little emotion as he looked at his phone. I watched his hands as they typed and I liked that they were big and slightly tanned. His long, thick fingers moved fast and rhythmically across the screen of his phone.
I wanted those fingers inside me, pushing hard while my inner muscles clenched around them.
The train stopped at the next station and a huge stream of people came in, including a young mother with a toddler in a stroller. No one stood up so I quickly rose and asked her if she wanted my seat. The lady thanked me and sat down, dragging her large stroller to her feet.
I moved towards the main sliding doors of the carriage and held onto the handrail. I glanced towards the stranger and noticed him looking at the toddler, with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The effect was devastating and I wished his smile were directed at me. He suddenly lifted his eyes and looked at me; the smile faltering from his lips, then he returned his attention back to his phone.
I felt dizzy when I saw the colour of his eyes for the first time. Vibrant blue so dazzling they reminded me of a stunning tanzanite ring that my mother owned. When we locked eyes, I felt a surge of electricity run through my body.
