Their eyes had met at the turnstile....his fare ticket had been
returned with a "See Attendant" notice, and his blush was very
noticeable against his blonde beard. Rachael smiled sympathetically
as he moved aside and let her through.
"Sexy eyes.", she thought to herself as she walked to the
escalator descending to the train platform. Hearing the train doors
open, she ran quickly down the slowly moving stairway and arrived just
in time to see the doors closing and the train pulling away. "Nutz!",
she mumbled under her breath, and moved to her accustomed queue
position, where she opened her novel.
The ill-fated mad dash to the train platform had made her warm and
she removed her long coat, dropping her book in the process. As she
bent over to pick it up, her rear end bumped against the person in
back of her, and she swiftly straightened, turning to apologize. Now
it was her turn to blush as she saw that same blonde beard and sexy
eyes she had encountered upstairs at the turnstile. She had noticed
him many times before, and had imagined he had watched her a few times
as well, although she didnt think it was true.
She averted her eyes quickly, not knowing what his thoughts were,
but she couldnt restrain her own. She tried to go back to her book,
but couldnt concentrate. The stranger had stepped forward to the
side to look down the tunnel for an oncoming train, and she could see
the slight bulge in his suit pants in spite of the jacket he held over
his arm. He stepped back in place behind her, and she went back to her
story.
Soon, she felt something push gently up against her ass, which
felt much like a briefcase. "He must have made a mistake.", she
thought, and mentally forgave him. Shifting from one foot to the
other, she couldnt help fantasizing about this stranger behind her.
She had noticed he was about her age, of average height and weight;
the kind of teddy bear she would love to hold and suckle. His face
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