Been a while for this one too…
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The trains been interesting lately.
I’m fixated on the obviously gay young guy standing across from where I’m sitting, my music throbbing in my ear as I wonder about his proclivities when we reach a stop on the line. Out of the corner of my eye the peacock parade catches my attention and I can’t help what I text to my friend in that split second.
“These guys on the train beside me have ‘one night stand’ written all over them.”
As though I’m the queen of knowing such things, I’m sizing them up as they preen by the door. Maybe I’ve labeled them as such because at least one guy in the pack is someone I’d consider a one night stand with.
“Oh, wow!”
Her response to her text makes me chuckle as I eye them surreptitiously. It’s a Saturday night so it’s a no brainier to figure out where they’re off to.
I like men that are overt in their masculinity and these guys are checking the box for me right now. Muscles, facial hair, swagger that’s more arrogant than confident. Yes, yes, yes.
I’m on the edge of diving into some kinky fantasy involving the one with the shaved head. I’d peel off those faded blue jeans and tight blue t-shirt and let my tongue dance along the muscles hidden under those clothes. The minute quiver of his body, the salty taste of his skin, his smell, his groans. I’m just about there, just about ready to let my imagination take off…
When the parade exits the car and something a little more colorful hops on.
Now these girls are bright birds. Brown skin on display, slim bodies barely covered by colorful feathers, bikini bras and panties, and strategic pas and piercings. They’re loud as they file in and find a seat, and I’m unable to take my eyes off them.
I look away, they’re chatter very much reminding me of the squawk of birds of paradise. They are loud, beautiful, exotic, and tempting.
They’re human beings, not defined by the clothes they wear, but I can’t help lusting for them just a little. For their daring, their brightness, their vibrancy. They scream sex and I want to be the meat in their girl sandwich, our matching brown skin and breasts pressed together.
I have to remind myself I’m not into girls, but it’s hard not to dart glances their way and wonder. There’s too much going on with them to speculate where they’re off to other than a parade A La Mardi Gras. Hips shaking, breasts bouncing, asses moving to their own rhythm. Too yummy for words.
My stop. Just one more glance at the birds before I step off.
Comments
I’m sure you could sell guided tours of your railway to tourists. They sound so much fun!
Author
Lol. Some of it is my imagination working overtime when I see people. Some stuff (like the girls) I can’t make up. They surprised me and I couldn’t stop looking at them!
I’m sure you were not the only one looking but realising that they were just a fantasy dream. In real life they transform into a nightmare in the blink of an eye; just too much ‘random fun’ in them.
Author
I’m sure they’re lovely otherwise. This had to be a rare occasion for them.
Before or after they had finished eating the sandwich?
Author
Hm… Probably after.
I’m with Nick! Beautiful little tale, Cara.
Author
Thanks! 🙂
I’m still trying to obtain a for-real French Driver’s License but I enjoy the train so much really! 😉 Plus, it’s far better for the environment.
Bisous,
Dawn
Author
I refuse to drive in the current state I reside in. Traffic is too ridiculous for words. That and I enjoy the variety found in public transit.
Me too! We are The Avant Garde! All the car driving others will be soon begging us for hints about how to get where they want to go on the train!
The bus offers full-impact moments at no additional charge… 😉
Author
Ahahaha. I haven’t done a lot of time on the buses here. Avoid them like the plague actually. Can’t explain my aversion to the buses
The train is definitely better for people watching. I like the bus better than the car because you are up higher and all of your everyday life looks a bit different.
(The size of my ass should be a subtle reminder to myself that walking would be the best option! LOL)
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I always feel like I have to pay closer attention on the bus as not to miss my stop.
Lovely story. Vivid both in color and detail. Something that makes me smile. 🙂
Author
I’m in the business of making people smile. Or horny. Whichever works best.
Both on this end, sassy lass. 😉
Author
Lol. Good.
I love your train rides… 🙂
xoxox
Author
I enjoy fantasizing. 🙂
I do as well…It makes the time pass by faster. 🙂
xoxo
Love people watching myself. Imagining other people’s stories, the texture of their lives…very well written Cara.
Author
I enjoy it more than I should probably. There’s just something about the act of letting my imagination take over when I see someone interesting on the train.