train every day. I had overslept that morning and was rushing to make
the train. I grabbed my purse and my keys and ran out the door. The train was
just pulling up to the station when I got there and I ran to the third car, my
heels clicking on the pavement. The commuter trains were so much nicer than
the city trains. I liked to sit in that train car because it had the largest
bathroom and I occasionally used it to finish getting ready if I was running
late.
The train had two levels and I
preferred to sit on the second level which was almost always empty…except for
him. I saw him on the train every day for the last three weeks and he
literally took my breath away. He was so gorgeous. Men that gorgeous usually
had several women in their rolodex, and if he was rich too? There was no way I
could get a man like that, he was way out of my league and I knew it. Don’t
get me wrong, I was no slouch. I was fairly attractive and relatively fit,
although I had a penchant for butter pecan ice cream which left a few extra
pounds on my backside. But I knew I wasn’t his type so I just enjoyed my own
little fantasy life with him for 30 minutes each morning and lately, at night
too.
I was hoping he wouldn’t be
there today because I had zero makeup on and I’m sure I looked a mess. I wanted
to get to the bathroom so I could finish putting on my makeup and look
presentable for the day. I casually walked up the steps trying to look
nonchalant and not the hurried mess that I felt inside just in case he was
there. I hit the top of the landing…and there he was. My stomach jumped into
my throat when I saw him. He always sat in the last row. He was so gorgeous
and so masculine. He had thick dark hair, and broad shoulders. I quickly
noted his expensive suit. He reeked of money. His cufflinks gleamed in the
ray of sunlight peeking through the window. Those were probably platinum and
cost more than I made in a week. He glanced up at me with piercing dark eyes
and I felt my cheeks flush and mouth go dry as I quickly looked away and rushed
past him to the bathroom.
As weird as this may sound, I
loved this bathroom because it was pristine and it wasn’t a matchbox. There
was actually room for me to change and a hook to hang my clothes if I needed
it. I had just finished applying my makeup and was brushing my hair when just
as quickly as the door opened, it shut and the gorgeous stranger was looking
back at me in the mirror. I tried to turn around but he leaned in and
whispered for me not to. He was so close I could feel his body heat against my
back.
He looked at me in the mirror
as he spoke to me. “For the past three weeks I’ve noticed you watching me.”
His warm breath on my ear made me weak in the knees. I was stunned into
silence and didn’t know what to say. The cool porcelain of the sink felt
smooth beneath my hands as I held on to keep my balance. “I can sense your
need.” His hard body pressed against mine as he brushed my hair away from my
neck. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my neck and his lips felt like
butter. I must be dreaming. “Tell me your name beautiful.” Beautiful?
Maybe I was dreaming.
“Sarah.” I could barely get
it out. My short ragged breaths made it difficult to focus.
“Sexy Sarah.” His deep
seductive voice sent chills down my spine. “I want to touch you Sarah. I want
to make you feel good.” It certainly wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for
an answer.
I made no objection as his
lips gently kissed my earlobe and his hands roamed down my hips to the hem of
my skirt and slowly made their way back up under my skirt. I could feel his
hard member pressed between my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes, my head turned
to the
the train. I grabbed my purse and my keys and ran out the door. The train was
just pulling up to the station when I got there and I ran to the third car, my
heels clicking on the pavement. The commuter trains were so much nicer than
the city trains. I liked to sit in that train car because it had the largest
bathroom and I occasionally used it to finish getting ready if I was running
late.
The train had two levels and I
preferred to sit on the second level which was almost always empty…except for
him. I saw him on the train every day for the last three weeks and he
literally took my breath away. He was so gorgeous. Men that gorgeous usually
had several women in their rolodex, and if he was rich too? There was no way I
could get a man like that, he was way out of my league and I knew it. Don’t
get me wrong, I was no slouch. I was fairly attractive and relatively fit,
although I had a penchant for butter pecan ice cream which left a few extra
pounds on my backside. But I knew I wasn’t his type so I just enjoyed my own
little fantasy life with him for 30 minutes each morning and lately, at night
too.
I was hoping he wouldn’t be
there today because I had zero makeup on and I’m sure I looked a mess. I wanted
to get to the bathroom so I could finish putting on my makeup and look
presentable for the day. I casually walked up the steps trying to look
nonchalant and not the hurried mess that I felt inside just in case he was
there. I hit the top of the landing…and there he was. My stomach jumped into
my throat when I saw him. He always sat in the last row. He was so gorgeous
and so masculine. He had thick dark hair, and broad shoulders. I quickly
noted his expensive suit. He reeked of money. His cufflinks gleamed in the
ray of sunlight peeking through the window. Those were probably platinum and
cost more than I made in a week. He glanced up at me with piercing dark eyes
and I felt my cheeks flush and mouth go dry as I quickly looked away and rushed
past him to the bathroom.
As weird as this may sound, I
loved this bathroom because it was pristine and it wasn’t a matchbox. There
was actually room for me to change and a hook to hang my clothes if I needed
it. I had just finished applying my makeup and was brushing my hair when just
as quickly as the door opened, it shut and the gorgeous stranger was looking
back at me in the mirror. I tried to turn around but he leaned in and
whispered for me not to. He was so close I could feel his body heat against my
back.
He looked at me in the mirror
as he spoke to me. “For the past three weeks I’ve noticed you watching me.”
His warm breath on my ear made me weak in the knees. I was stunned into
silence and didn’t know what to say. The cool porcelain of the sink felt
smooth beneath my hands as I held on to keep my balance. “I can sense your
need.” His hard body pressed against mine as he brushed my hair away from my
neck. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on my neck and his lips felt like
butter. I must be dreaming. “Tell me your name beautiful.” Beautiful?
Maybe I was dreaming.
“Sarah.” I could barely get
it out. My short ragged breaths made it difficult to focus.
“Sexy Sarah.” His deep
seductive voice sent chills down my spine. “I want to touch you Sarah. I want
to make you feel good.” It certainly wasn’t a question and he didn’t wait for
an answer.
I made no objection as his
lips gently kissed my earlobe and his hands roamed down my hips to the hem of
my skirt and slowly made their way back up under my skirt. I could feel his
hard member pressed between my butt cheeks. I closed my eyes, my head turned
to the
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