Strangers on a Train

I squeezed my body past the throng of people. It was a typical Friday evening on the commuter train. Everybody wanted to get home to their families and hot food on the table.

Not me, I didn't have a family to go home to, nor would there be hot food on my small table. I was a 32 year old single female with no boyfriend in sight. I was pretty good looking with shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. I had a smattering of freckles across my cheeks, which I think they just add character to my face. I had smooth ivory colored skin and I stood 5'8" tall and tipped the scales at 132 pounds. I thought I looked damn good.

The men in this city were more interested in the model type girls. You know, the ones that had bodies that could stop traffic, but had no brains! Now, I'm not saying all models are like that, but the men seemed to be interested in that kind. They are egotistical men that think their dick was bigger then anyone else's'.

I slid down the corridor trying to find an empty car that I could rest my weary body in. I had a very busy week trying to come up with a campaign slogan for a new up and coming grocery line. My team wasn't the brightest of the bunch and I had to babysit them every step of the way, which made me more tired then ever. Six brains and not one of them could come up with a one sentence slogan. Sometimes, I hated my job!

The fifth room I looked into was empty. "Finally!" I sighed to myself.

I opened the door and slid into the blissfully quiet room. I checked over my shoulder and quickly shut the door on the chaos on the train. I plopped my butt onto the vinyl seat and brushed at lint on my blue skirt. It reached to just above my knees. I had on the matching blazer with a white silk blouse underneath. My navy pumps completed my professional appearance.

I leaned my head against the seat and closed my eyes. I had been sitting like that for about 10 minutes when I heard the door creak open.

I glanced over and my mouth dried completely up.

He stood at well over six feet, he had a muscular body. He clearly worked out. He had blonde wavy hair and what looked to be green eyes. He had on a black suit with a sky blue tie. He looked amazing!

My lady parts stood at attention and started screaming at me. I mentally slapped them. They roared in retaliation.

This was the first man I had encountered that I wanted to jump on top of in months. He looked up at me, his eyelashes were thick and long, my mouth decided to start producing saliva again and I had to swallow.

"I'm sorry, may I join you in here?"

My vagina started weeping at his husky voice. I could only nod my head in answer. I wasn't sure my voice would even work.

He smiled and shut the door behind him. He sat down across from me and crossed his legs. The material of his pants tightened on his thighs. My nipples hardened and was pointing at him.

"It's so crowded out there. I wasn't sure If I was ever going to find a seat." He said.

I nodded. I opened my mouth to respond but had to quickly shut it. I swallowed.

He stared into my eyes. I watched a small smirk curve his lips. Lips that were slightly plump, the kind that you just wanted to suck on. I grabbed the edge of my blazer and fanned it against my overly warm body. His eyes followed my movement.

He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward bringing him closer to me. He leaned his arms on his knees and let his hands dangle. "Are you okay?"

I widened my eyes. His voice had become huskier, either that, or I was finally going crazy. I nodded.