I glanced up from my book and looked over at you, sitting on the other side of the train. You were looking out of the window, watching the scenery glide silently past us. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just setting below the horizon. There were 3 people sitting in our compartment - you, me and a teenaged boy, who was listening to music on his ipod. I looked back down at the book that I was reading and tried to concentrate on the words that my eyes were skimming across. I had re-read the same paragraph 4 times now, but couldn't tell you what it was about. I glanced over at you again. This time instead of looking out of the window, you were starting directly at me. I smiled and looked back down at my book, too shy to hold your gaze.
I re-read the same paragraph again - something about a hot guy on a train who wanted to kiss my full red lips. No wait, that wasn't right. Why couldn't I concentrate? I looked up again. You were still staring at me. My eyes slid over to the teenaged boy who had gotten up from his seat as the train slowed down, approaching the next station. He was standing in front of the doors, waiting for them to open. I looked over at you. You were smiling at me. I smiled back and looked down at my book again.
The train stopped and the teenaged boy stepped off the train and onto the platform. I looked over at you again but you were busy with something on the seat next to you. I took this moment to take in your features. You had light brown hair, toned arms, a long, kissable neck and broad shoulders. I couldn't see the rest of your body though because the seats where in the way. You stood up and hoisted a bag onto your right shoulder. Were you leaving? But the train had already started moving away from the station, so you couldn't be getting off. You turned your head, looked towards me and started heading in my direction. I glanced down at my book again.
"Is this seat taken?" you asked pointing to the seat next to me, even though we were alone in the carriage. I looked up at you and noticed how beautiful your eyes were.
"No." It was all I could muster. You sat down and put your bag next to mine on the seat opposite us. You smelt delicious. Once you were seated, I glanced over at you shyly but you were staring straight ahead smiling. I wondered what you would say to me next, but you just sat there with a big grin on your face. You still weren't looking at me. I noticed that you were taller than me, but not by too much.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked you.
"Just the fact that I'm sitting next to the most beautiful woman on the train." You replied. I turned around to make sure there was still definitely no-one sitting in our carriage.
"I'm the only woman on the train." I retorted.
"Well..." you turned to face me. "Lucky me." You still had a big goofy smile on your face. I laughed at your sense of humour and thought that maybe I would be the lucky one if I could manage to get your phone number before the end of the trip. I couldn't stop staring at your eyes. They were mesmerizing. I didn't want to look away.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Glen. But you can call me whatever you want." You didn't take your eyes off mine.
"Really? How about cheesy?"
"I prefer something along the lines of honey, babe, hunkalishous, or just plain - Oh God."
I rolled my eyes, but my mind was thinking that you were pretty hunkalishous. I looked out of the window. It had gotten dark outside and I was faced with your reflection, which was still staring at me. I watched it as you raised your hand up and traced a circle on my shoulder with your finger, hooking it around my neckline and slowly pulled it back towards you. I watched as you bent your head down towards my exposed skin and gently kissed my bare shoulder with your soft lips. I watched as your other hand landed on my thigh and you gently squeezed it. I felt my heart starting to race as I let you - a total stranger - touch me in ways that I hadn't let anyone touch me in months. I kept watching your reflection as I felt your lips getting closer to my neck, my chin, my lips. I closed my eyes and turned my head towards you ever so slightly and your lips landed on mine. You kissed me softly. So softly.
I felt your hand move from my neckline to the back of my neck where you caressed my hair with your fingertips. You cradled my head in your hand and turned my head towards you more. I felt your tongue push against mine ever so gently and I opened my mouth wider to encourage you.
Your hand was still on my thigh, but you had hooked your thumb underneath my skirt, around my leg and underneath me, which made me realize how large your hands were. You made me feel calmly safe and excited, both at the same time. How was that possible? I felt you grab my leg and slide it across the seat towards you, parting my legs slightly. My mind started racing now. What was this guy going to do to me? Surely he wouldn't start fondling me in a public place? Isn't that the sort of thing teenagers do?
You continued kissing me gently, as your hand started sliding up my thigh towards my crotch, taking my skirt with it. Did you realize that you were making me wet? Usually I was the one in control. As a rule, I was the type of woman who made a man wait months before he got the chance to sleep with me, but I couldn't make myself stop you. It was usually me who would make the first move, but being submissive seemed to excite me even more right now. You seemed to know exactly what you were doing and our mouths seemed to fit together perfectly. It was like your lips were specially made to kiss mine.
I could feel your hand getting closer to the top of my stockings. Soon you'd be able to feel the lace at the top of them where they had a little bow sewn on for decoration. They were the kind with elastic at the top as well, so that they stayed up on their own.
