I wasn't surprised
when I boarded the train for my commute home to see
that it was packed. My ride is 40 minutes long and
usually after 20 or so minutes enough people have
come off that I can eventually find my self a seat
and doze off for the rest of the journey. Even though
I have to stand for quite sometime before sitting
down, I enjoy riding a train... There is something
soothing about the rhythm of a train, sexy even..
There is also something sexy watching the people as
they stand or sit, absorbed in whatever thought they
are in, trying to imagine where this man might be
going to or whom this woman is making herself up for...
There is something sexy about trains...
I am one those women who react physically to excitement.
By that I mean that the skin around my neck and all
the way down to my belly takes on a reddish coloration,
my nipples become erect and if I happen to be wearing
something light, tight around the skin... well you
can imagine what people might see.
Men, bless them, seldom notice anything, but even
though I cannot swear it, I am sure lots of women
take one look at me and know exactly why I blush!
Don't get me wrong. I am not a body in heat 24 hour
a day or each time I get into a train, but not unlike
a lot of the women I know, I have my moments.
So the train was packed, and as usual, everybody
was busy sleeping, reading or trying to look like
they were no looking at any one...
As I was standing in one corner looking around me,
I realized that an extraordinary beautiful woman was
standing right in front of me and she indeed was not
trying to conceal the fact that she was looking straight
into my eyes...
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