The man sat two seats down and opposite from her, his head leaned back against the rest, eyes gazing out the window, his hands tucked under his armpits. She could make out the stubble on his exposed throat and saw a hint of chest hair peep from his open shirt collar. His biceps looked good beneath the light blue cotton of his shirtsleeves, not too big, but toned and shapely. He had his rolled up his sleeves to the elbow. She admired his forearms, crossed over his broad chest, covered in light brown, soft looking hair. They looked strong, firm. She wondered how they would feel around her waist, holding her close.

Without warning, almost as if he had sensed her watching him, he lifted his head and looked directly at her, his eyes a deep chocolate brown. Feeling her cheeks flush at being caught blatantly ogling him, she cast her gaze downwards to her lap and bit her lip. Tentatively she raised her lashes and saw him still looking at her, an amused smile on his lips. She liked how his eyes creased at the edges. Feeling braver, she smiled back and did a “yeah I was caught” eye roll which made his smile broaden. He uncrossed his arms and shifted in his seat, turning his body more in her direction and rested his hands, fingers entwined, on the table in front of him. She noticed he had large hands; she loved big powerful hands on a man. No wedding ring. She smiled again.

He planted his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his knuckles. She watched as his eyes travelled from hers, down along her body, lingering when they reached her chest, before continuing down over her legs. A slight nod, as if he approved of what he saw, and his eyes met hers again.

Heat spread through her body. His deliberate and unashamed admiration of her made her pussy throb. She felt herself grow wet and her nipples harden. She held his gaze and slowly licked her lips, stroked her throat suggestively. Smiling as she saw him adjust himself in his seat, his movement drew her attention to his evident arousal, a growing buglge at his groin.

She let her mind wander to what she would discover if she was able to unzip his trousers; would he be large? Cut? Intact? She picturered herself on her knees between his parted thighs, her tongue poised over his head, her eyes directed up to see his reaction. She imagined his mouth covering her nipple, his teeth grazing it as his fingers slid inside her.

The automated voice crackled, announcing her stop and shattering her fantasy. Irritated, she twisted her mouth into a “shucks, too bad” and shrugged her shoulders, sending him a silent message of regret. She gathered her coat and bag and stood to leave. He nodded, gave her a small wave of goodbye and she walked to rear of the carriage, swaying her hips more than necessary and forcing herself to not glance backwards at him.

Waiting in line to pay for a coffee for the walk home, she thought of him. She wondered who he was, where he was going, would he be on the train again tomorrow. She knew she was going to have to use her own fingers to satisfy her need once she got home, imaging they were his. As the barista told her how much a hand reached across front of her face.

“Please allow me,” a deep, throaty voice. Turning, she saw him standing beside her, almost a foot taller and bigger than she had first thought. His chest broader, shoulders wider. Speechless and stunned, she allowed him to buy her coffee. Sudden heat and an electric rush of adrenaline as she felt his hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the coffee kiosk, towards a bench nearby.

“Would you sit with me? I made a New Year’s Resolution not to miss the chance to talk to a beautiful woman ever again.”

Giggling, she replied, “I would hate to not help you keep your resolution.”

Then, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, “Although… it’s warmer back at my place…”

Copyright, 2016,

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8 thoughts on “Resolution

  1. Hmmm!
    Reading Joy’s comment makes my mind wander to something The Dancer once said to me…
    That he’d seen me on the dance floor and thought to himself “I don’t stand a chance”… and then he decided to give it a try. I’m so glad he did 😉
    Wonderfully written Kat. Thank you!

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