There’s a weird sort of detached intimacy on the train. Few instances require such long periods of closeness with complete strangers. Eyes pretending to stare into space as you absorb the body heat of the person next to you. A thigh pressed to yours, a back against yours, a crotch at eye level inspiring lewd thoughts.
I’m pressed close to the back of a man with long hair. While he seems intent on his phone, I can’t help glancing at him. Straight, light brown, and to his shoulders. It’s the kind of hair I want to run my fingers through. It’s the kind of hair I imagine tugging, pulling, yanking hard as he fucks me.
I really need to stop saying that word – fuck – but that’s what I picture him doing to me. Holding my legs wide open, pushing them to my chest as his cock slides in at the perfect angle that forces the basest sounds from my throat. I’d be a loud moaner with him because something about his strong jaw tells me I won’t be able to help myself.
His beard barely makes the cut as neatly trimmed and I can almost feel it scraping across my face. Just the thought makes me shiver. I want to see him smile so I can catch a glimpse of his teeth. Of course, it’s not totally necessary because I’m already imagining him sucking on my breast. Biting… I really mean biting with that perfect pressure that would make me squirm and cry out.
That’s a perfect time to pull his perfect hair. Mm, my fingertips itch to feel it now. The silky slide of it, the coolness… Yes.
He hums to whatever he’s listening to and my pussy clenches at the deep sound of his voice. I want to hear him groan in my ear as he cums inside me. I’m desperately pushing down the urge to move closer. I must maintain that respectable distance even on a train this packed. I must, I must, I must… Ignore the crazy pings of my body and over active imagination.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, folks, but this will be the last stop. This train is being taken out of service.”
Our eyes meet briefly before we file off the train. They’re that hazel color I’d like to sink down in. He’s quickly swallowed up by the crowded station and I’m reminded that it’s been a while since I’ve been on a decent date. I turn my mind to other things as I exit.