His eyes were burning in the back of my head. I felt them for about four stops now. I rotated my body, standing next to the door. He looked down for a second, but then slowly resumed staring at me as his mouth gently curled into a smile. Despite how incredibly attractive this creature was, he was just staring at me, and it began to make me feel uneasy. I wasn't sure what to do.
I stared back. I didn't know what else to do. I responded to his stare with a half smile. His eyebrows went up with my response and he smiled larger. His dirty blond hair was short and cut like a little boy's bowl cut, but was perfect for his face. He raised his hand to his forehead, combing his hair back with his fingers and turning his head down. His body was covered by a long black cost and underneath was a red and black stripped shirt.
As I soaked in the sight of him, I was interrupted by him making his way towards me. I panicked, not knowing what he would do to me. I held onto the pole next to me for support as he approached me. I couldn't look away from him, and our eyes met with his final step towards me. This complete stranger was standing in front of me, and the only thing I could think of was wanting to his lips. They almost touched mine as his face drew closer to me. Our gazes met and spoke for us. His hand moved to my hand that was on the pole and he took another step towards me, placing his chest pressed against mine. Getting closer and closer, so close I felt his stare hitting me as his tall frame towered over me and I looked away.
His other hand went towards mine and he placed something in my grip. His breath hit my face hard. The sweet smell of cinnamon coming from his mouth, I wanted to taste it badly. As I moved my lips closer to his, he stepped out of the open doors next to me and stood, staring at me through the closed doors before strolling to the exit.
I missed him. He walked out and I missed my chance. Stunned by the last 30 seconds, I totally forgot about what he put in my hand. I looked down to a piece of folded cardboard. I opened it and it said on it.
"We made love with our eyes, now I want to use my hands."
After that it gave me slight directions to a park. I had to get off at the next stop, I was so close to it. Should I go? What if he was a mass-murderer and I'm next on his list? The train began to slow and the doors opened. Here's my chance now. I stepped out and the doors closed, leaving me watching the train go by fast. I turned around and walked to the surface, going to the park. At least it's a public place.
As I made my way through the park, the sun was setting and it was getting darker. I looked for him but he was no where in sight. I sat on a park bench, overlooking a pond. I was tricked. 'He's probably sitting at home right now laughing at himself,', I thought to myself. Now I had to pay to get back on the train and go home. As I looked through my wallet for change, the bench shifted with someone sitting next to me. I looked quickly and saw it was him.
His arm resting on the back of the bench behind me. The light of the sunset reflected off his eyes and he smiled at me. I sighed as I smiled back, relieved I wasn't as stupid as I thought. With my smile he moved closer to me and held me. Moving his lips on my cheek, he began to speak, the first time I heard his voice.
"I normally don't do this; meet strangers. But your not all that strange to me. I feel comfortable with you. I've seen you before on the train, and this odd comfort I get from you makes me crave your body."
As I heard these words, I had my eyes closed and my hands were on my lap, pulling at my thighs. His breath still smelled of cinnamon was running all over my face. His left hand moved to mine and he finally kissed my lips. The gentle sweet kiss shot through my body and made millions of questions and doubts in my head vanish to concentrate on his lips. I didn't care that I didn't know him. I didn't care that I just met this man and I was letting him touch and kiss me. I just wanted him bad right then.
With the sun down now and the pale light of the street lamps lighting parts of the walkway, we were shaded in darkness under a tree. I shifted my body towards his and invited him to touch me. Taking my invitation, he placed his hands on my thighs and pushed them up my waist. With his grip around me, he pulled me closer towards him. Slowly, he slipped his hands under my clothes and on my bare hips. I felt the warm comfort of his hands on my bare skin, touching my flesh. I pulled his body to me by his shoulders and continued sucking his lips, wanting to feel him closer to me.
It didn't bother us that there was a man walking his dog 12 feet away and if he turned his head he could have seen us. As my coat was being pushed off my shoulders and the first buttons undone on my shirt, I wouldn't have cared if he had even taken pictures. In fact, I would have asked him for the doubles.
His lips pulled from my mouth and found the skin of my bare neck and sternum. He left the scent of cinnamon all over me. Moving my hands to his head, I was running my fingers through his hair. Pulling at his blond locks, I moved my legs positioned around his waist, sitting on his lap. I felt the heat pouring off of his body onto mine and as the cold air hit our bodies, steam began to rise from it.
