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I was on the way back from a friend’s house yesterday evening and there was this super hot girl sitting two seats in front. She was wearing a short, white top which made her toned waist slightly visible. We made eye contact briefly as I walked past her to my seat, but obviously made nothing of it. I forgot about her for the duration of my journey.

When we reached my destination I was slowly making my way between the rows of seats to the end of the carriage and had to stop beside her while waiting for the person in front. I just glanced at her and she was gazing up at me. Her eyes were a very dark brown and her look took root in me somewhere in my core.

I looked away. I’m awkward, and socially conditioned not to stare at strangers. I got the impression that she didn’t take her eyes off me once.

The people in front of me slowly moved on and twice I glanced over my shoulder at her still glued to me, her face an intense unreadable mix of emotions.

I was at the back of the queue and as the final few people filtered off the train I took one final look, this time I intended to make this one last. She was one of the last people in the carriage, and her look seemed wilder this time. I stood for a moment, drawn into her, allowing the intensity to rise within me. She grinned at me, and my heart did a little tumble. Then she lifted one side of her shirt top giving me a very quick glimpse of one of her perfectly formed bosoms.

Needless to say I practically swayed at the sight. My dick went from flaccid to erect in under a second. Unfortunately, my strange awkward nature, and the heat of the moment got the better of me and I left the train without another glance.

On the walk back from the station I cursed myself for not staying with her a stop or two further or at least returning her gesture with a wink or something. Why am I so much smoother in hindsight?

I arrived back at my flat with a sense of loss, and I moved about for a bit before unpacking, upon which I discovered a folded piece of paper tucked into the pouch on one side of my backpack. I unfolded it and in blue biro it said “To the cute, shy guy on the train, give me a call. Ella.” Followed by a mobile number.

NSFW: yes

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