Stranger On The Train 6

As I stomped in my heels to the subway station, I thought about how the warm summer night made my bare legs feel. I was wearing a skirt that was probably a few inches short of appropriate for my thick thighs and thicker ass, especially with the light chambray fabric clinging to my dewy skin. The night air felt like it was caressing the full length of my legs on my way home from the bar and in my slightly tipsy state, I was feeling myself- despite being single and heading home from patio beers all on my own. I kept catching glimpses of myself in the shop windows, and I loved the picture I was presenting.

I'm both tall and fat, with an hour glass figure that my dress clung to, and huge breasts, which my buttons struggled to keep contained. I was strutting down the subway platform like a super model walking a runway, when I noticed one of the men i was walking by. He stared at my legs with an intensity that immediately made me tingle.

As I came to a stop a few meters from him on the platform, I pretended I didnt notice his gaze on me while I sized him up. Not quite my height in these heels, but close; slim build, but strong looking, like he does go to the gym sometimes but inst a total meathead. His face was handsome, but what really made him hot was the intensity of his focus on me. He was drinking in every inch of my body like he would die if he looked away. My new heels were retroesqe numbers that tied on the front of my foot and they made my ankles feel delicate. His gaze was like a caress on my soft skin, all the way up to where my body disappeared under my dress. I felt so sexy, and so turned on, i could feel my panties drenching between my legs.

As we heard the train approaching, he looked at me, and I finally let him see I noticed. We made eye contact just before the doors opened but it was broken by people leaving the car we both entered, my door one down from his on the platform.

Since it was getting late, there were plenty of free seat, and I perched on the edge of one that faced the middle of the car, stretching my entwined legs out in front of me to give him a good look at them down the car. He sat at his door, across the car so he could continue his leer with the least obstructed view. I could feel his gaze continue up and down my body, and my desire only grew. I got out my phone and pretended I could concentrate on that while I contemplated.

I was getting off in 4 stops. Perhaps he'd get off at the same one as me? If so, I could definitely see him striking up a conversation. telling me his name. Telling me that this undeniable attraction was mutual and that he intended us to do something about it. I knew he was still looking, still making my body wonder- if this is what he can do to me from 6 meters away, how would I feel if he were caressing me, kissing me, worshiping me?

A stop before mine was the main transfer stop and I expected a lot of people to get on and off the train. As the speakers broadcast the stop name coming up, he stood. I'm sure my first reaction was some confusion- he was deviating from the script I had written in my head. When he saw I wasn't intending to get up and leave the train, he squared up to me- there could be no denial that he was silently challenging me to stand and leave the train car. As the train stopped and the doors opened, he stepped out his exit and made his way to mine. Then he held out his hand.

"Well?" he said with his eyes.

I swallowed. Do I go who-knows-where with this absolute stranger? Will he be worth taking the risk? Can I make good decisions when I'm so turned on I can barely see straight? Can I live with myself if I dont find out how he tastes? What he smells like when Im in his arms? I had just a moment to decide. Three steps and my hand would be in his.

The chime for the closing doors sounded.

I stood.