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I took a 40 minute train ride this past Saturday. I was wearing tight jeans that flared at the bottom and a black baby tee that sat snug against my D-cups (photo of my outfit on user account in case you’d like a reference).

I settled into the window seat in the “silent” car. A passenger caught my eye as soon as he came through the door. I don’t remember the last time I felt such an instant attraction to a stranger.

He sat down to occupy the seat facing mine and took out a book from his backpack. He seemed instantly interesting and intelligent when he flipped open a 700-pager about WW1 (what can I say, I’m hot for history nerds).

I tried to take in and commit to memory as much of his features as feasible. He had curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey shorts and he had some facial hair. I’m not good at guessing age, but I’d say he was in his late 20s.

His bookmark lay neatly on his leg. On it was written something along the lines of “if you think you’re too small to make an impact, try sharing a room with a mosquito”. I smiled at that; motivational dad joke? I’m sold.

I don’t know if it was the fact that I was ovulating or all the nsfw Reddit I’d been consuming lately (maybe both) but I found myself looking at his hands and feeling a familiar pull in my stomach at the wondered of them on my body. I imagined them tightening around my throat and his blue eyes watching me trying to catch my breath. I imagined him gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks while he fucks me from behind. I thought if he would hold my hair while I sucked his cock.

I tried to not be obvious as I snuck glances at him. A whisper of a frown developed on his face and he absentmindedly touched his lips as he read – my arousal increased. We made eye contact a couple of times and this did not help my situation; I tightened my folded legs to try and stimulate myself.

I was pretty down bad for this stranger and so I wondered I’d do something I’ve never done before.

Since this was a silent car and I was way too nervous to talk to him anyway, I typed out a note on my notes app. In it I told him my name, said I wondered he was cute and asked him if I could have his number. I lightly touched his knee and handed my phone to him.

As he read my note, his face flushed (I don’t remember the last time I saw a guy blush, but he was blushing, blushing). My mind instantly conjured up the image of that flushed face buried in my pussy.

My heart was drumming out of my chest as he typed a response. I was so nervous that I did not stop to think about how he might respond or what I would do with his response. So when he handed me back my phone with his reply saying that he was flattered but that he already had a girlfriend, I just smiled, nodded and then spent the rest of the train ride trying to calm the hell down and stop thinking sexual thoughts about him. That took all my mental power.

The train came to a stop and he didn’t immediately get up. I think he was waiting for me to get up first. I stood and entered the line in the passage. He came to stand close behind me. This proximity kick-started my drumming heart again. He lightly touched my elbow and started saying something, but I did not catch any of it. “Excuse me?” I asked and leaned closer to him. “If the circumstances were different I would have given you my number” he said in an accent I couldn’t place. Fuck, I loved his voice. “It’s okay, I understand” I managed. I couldn’t think of anything other than how good that light touch to my elbow had felt and how close he was and how comfortable it was to be next to him. The air felt electric.

We filed out of the train and as we started walking separate methods he glanced over to me and said “have a good day”. I smiled and waved “you too”. I took the stairs, but my legs felt like jelly. I contemplated gonna the bathroom to get myself off. Instead I decided walking around the city would help ease all this pent up energy I had.

It did not. I started thinking of how I should have asked for his name or how I could have told him I was bi and maybe offered to have a FFM with him and his girlfriend if they ever wanted to. And then maybe that would’ve been a weird thing to say, maybe that would have freaked him out. Or maybe he would have responded well. Maybe I would have had a chance to see this handsome human again. Maybe his girlfriend is gorgeous and clever like him. And then I allowed myself to fantasize about that threesome. This was such a heady concoction of images that I got lost and couldn’t navigate myself anymore. I had to discover a bench and sit down for a while.

I spent that whole day horny and wet. Five days later and I still think about that frown, those hands, that blush, those eyes.

NSFW: yes

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