The figure hugging dark blue leather pants instantly attracted Michael's attention. He had just stepped into the carriage as the train doors began to close. Quickly grabbing a seat as Friday's last suburban train left the central city station, he found himself casting his eye over the people who had entered before him as they also settled into their seats.
She sat across the aisle with a man between her and the window. As no one else was in the seat next to Michael, he leaned against his window and was able to surreptitiously check out the wearer of the leather pants.
Above a pair of heels the skinny fit leather seemed glued to her legs, one of which she crossed over the other. The smooth matte finish appeared to Michael to have a beach to bar feel perfect for a Friday night in the city. That they might take pride of place in her wardrobe was emphasised by the rather ordinary country style jacket she wore. Michael's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin the low-rise fit had left between her pants and jacket.
Having travelled up her body his eyes rested on her face. Blond longish hair, conventionally pretty, she looked around twenty four which was similar to Michael's twenty five. He paid almost no attention to the man next to her, who also looked about the same age, and whose hand she held on top of her knee. But it did strike him that, other than holding her hand, her boyfriend or husband did not pay her much attention. He was engrossed in his mobile phone.
As a result her eyes began to close and as she leaned into her partner, her hip moved towards Michael, exposing some more skin as her leather pants rode down slightly. Michael noticed the emergence of black lacy underwear. What little he could see looked, like the pants, fashionably expensive.
As they passed by the third station stop, she slid a little more causing Michael to think, "Sexy little minx." She had turned a little in her seat and it became clear from the half inch of material running along her hips and disappearing into her pants by her butt, that it was a lacy thong she was wearing.
Two stops later Michael was shaken out of his daydreaming about the blue leather minx by the realisation that his stop was next. He got out of his seat and went to the door to await the train's arrival at the station. To his surprise, as the train pulled into his stop the couple from opposite him walked up to the door.
When the train door opened Michael stood back smiled and let them exit first. For that he was ignored by the man but the blue leather minx smiled briefly and said, "Thank you."
Even that little smile lit up her eyes which Michael noticed were blue, and resulted in a little dimple on her right cheek. Michael immediately revised up his first impressions, she was more than conventionally pretty.
Walking behind them as they began to climb the stairs out of the suburban station, all Michael could focus on was her butt. Small peach like and tight in her leather, her practiced heel to toe walking had her hips swaying from side to side. As her hip movements seemed slightly more exaggerated she had Michael's full attention as it seemed to him like a mating call, telling the world that she is in heat.
He again noticed that though the guy she was walking with held her hand, they did not talk. "I would so be whispering in her ear if I was him," thought Michael, "She is the definition of hot to trot."
At the top of the stairs the exits from the station were to the right or left, and Michael was pleased to see them turn right past the coffee shop and along the road in the direction Michael had to walk to get home. The lease on his flat had expired and he had moved to stay temporarily with his father, in what was the family home in which he grew up. He hadn't been sure he wanted to come home but he was pressurised by his sister who, since their mother had died the previous year, wanted someone to spend time with their father to, in her words, "Make sure he is alright."
His dad actually seemed to be coping well, and Michael was enjoying his time with him much more than he expected. They lived in a little cul-de-sac with four houses on their side of the street. On the other side the four houses that had originally stood opposite had been demolished and twelve apartments built.
Michael was still watching the leather minx's butt when she turned into his cul-de-sac on the apartment side. Michael followed and as the couple stopped to open the gate to enter the apartment complex, her eyes turned to him and he smiled again and said, "Goodnight."
She smiled a little more deeply and said "Goodnight," and briefly glanced towards where Michael crossed the road to his house. That smile had in Michael's opinion increased her allure even more.
Realizing his father would be in bed, he quietly visited the bathroom and took himself to bed. He, however, did not want sleep to come quickly as he preferred to keep the memories of the blue leather minx with the dimpled smile run through his mind. Remembering her sexy walk caused his cock to stiffen and he began to gently stroke his hand up and down his shaft. In did not take long before his body tensed with an intense orgasm and he fell asleep thinking, "I have got to talk to this girl."
Later the next week his first opportunity arose. He tended to vary the time he left for the station and on the Thursday he left a little later intending to catch the 8:20 train. As he approached the coffee shop beside the station he saw the couple from Friday's train ordering their drinks. Michael went up to the counter after they stepped back and ordered himself a cappuccino.
Saying to himself, "don't be too forward, don't be too creepy," he turned walked a few steps towards the couple and stuck out his hand to the guy.
"Hi, I am Michael, I saw you on the train last Friday and I see we are neighbours."
The guy, just a little reluctantly Michael thought, stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I am Scott and this is my fiancée Sarah."
Michael turned offered Sarah his hand, smiled and said, "Hi Sarah, how long have you been here."
Sarah smiled politely and said, "Only two months, we are from farms near a small country town called Springdale, which you probably have never heard of. It is our first time living outside of Springdale."
"Welcome to the big city," said Michael, "I am temporarily back in the family home living with my dad."
Just then the barista called one flat white and one hot chocolate and Scott and Sarah went to get their drinks. "See you around," said Michael as they left. Sarah smiled but he did not get any reaction from Scott.
Michael got his coffee in time to catch the train. While thinking it unwise to stand next to where they were sitting, he did position himself towards the back of their carriage where he could see them from behind.
Sarah was dressed more conservatively in a white blouse and blue skirt, but Michael though her jacket again looked somewhat ordinary. Like the previous Friday, Michael observed that Scott became engrossed in his mobile phone leaving Sarah looking out the window as she sipped her drink. "I wonder," Michael said to himself, "Does he pay her enough attention."
When they got to the central city the couple exited at the other end of the carriage from Michael. As this was the busiest station on the line, Michael was not surprised that he lost them in the crowd. Still he walked to his office with a bounce in his step as he now knew her name and that she was new to the city. "Maybe that explains her wardrobe," he thought, "Mostly ordinary Springdale stuff coupled with the few good city pieces she could afford."
Michael began to get into the habit of catching the 8:20 train every day. Most days he saw Sarah and Scott outside the coffee shop or on the platform, and they usually exchanged a couple of words or a smile.
But on the following Thursday Michael saw Sarah rushing towards the coffee shop alone.
"One flat white," she said and then she stepped back beside Michael to wait for her order.
"Hi," he said, "You all alone today?"
"Oh hi. Yes Scott has two days out of town at an agricultural show, and it's been a rush to get ready in time," Sarah replied.
"What does he do that he needs to go to agriculture shows?" asked Michael.
"He is in the marketing department of an agricultural equipment firm."
"Oh, tractors and stuff?"
