A/N Hello Everyone. I hope you enjoy this new story of mine. I hope it turns out as great as it is in my head right now. Please review like crazy, and I promise to keep the chapters coming if you like what you see. I don't own any of these characters. If only I did...
"Is this seat taken?" Startled from my reading, I jerked my head up from my morning paper, and smiled at the stranger pointing to the seat beside me. I moved my purse, and briefcase, and replied.
"No sir, I don't believe so." I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to sit down. I couldn't help buy fidget with my pencil skirt a bit when I caught his eyes lingering on my seamed pantyhose. I crossed my legs, and watched his face as the hem of my skirt rode up on my thigh. He sat down beside me and adjusted his tie. He looked handsome; his suit was pressed and his hair in perfect disarray.
The train started down its path towards the city, and I started back to my reading. I could feel his eyes on me, and I waited for him to say something. He was dangerously close to me, given the size of the seats we filled. I read the article over and over again; unable to really focus on what it was about. He was reading over my shoulder. I could feel the heat of his breath on my collarbone each time he exhaled. He was close enough to hear when my breath caught in my chest. I saw him smile from the corner of my eye, knowing that he knew what his closeness was doing to me. I uncrossed my legs, and nearly moaned as the thin material of my pantyhose made contact with the hand that was resting on the seat beside me. My lungs burned for fresh air, and I involuntarily took a deep breath. His woodsy scent enveloped me and my heart slammed against my chest in excitement. My eyes fluttered and my hands shook a little from the shot of adrenaline that passed through me.
A shiver danced down my spine as two large fingers followed the seam of my pantyhose at the back of my knee to the bottom of my skirt. I bit my lip as the shiver made its way to my core. I looked up at the other passengers, searching for the telltale stares, but found nothing but business men and women in their own little worlds, preparing themselves for the day ahead. I looked back to my paper, my knuckles white from the death grip I held on the edges. I cleared my throat, folded my paper, and stole a glance in his direction. His eyes met mine for an instant; the heat in his eyes matching mine perfectly.
I folded my hands in my lap, and turned my attention to the front of the train. I absentmindedly picked at my wedding band, my mind in places it shouldn't have been. The stranger put his hand atop my own, and squeezed gently. The sound of the stopping train startled me back into the present, and he slowly slid his hand back to the seat. The lights of the underground train flickered as they always do when it brakes, and the stranger leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I turned to him, and prepared to speak, but he stood up and was gone before the words formed in my mouth.
I bit my lip again, and gathered my belongings. I stood up, straightened my skirt, and absentmindedly wiped at a tear forming in my eye. I stepped off the train, into the crowd of people headed towards their workplaces. No one ever noticed our morning exchanges, and the train rides home were usually empty when we left the city. I could still feel the contact of his kiss on my shoulder. I took a deep breath, and walked the rest of the way to my office, in silent turmoil.
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