He was just sitting in his own little world lost in his tunes pumping through the headphones. His back up against the cold metal beam of the waiting platform; waiting for the next train to burst through. Within moments a rush of air signals its arrival. Sliding in to the open slot next to the windows, he thought nothing of his familiar surroundings. It was the same trip and environment that he has been in so many days before.
The train jerked to signal the start of the benign routine. The trains movements snapped his head and brought his eyes back up to stare out the crusty windows of the car. The eroding landscape of the city is played out before him like bits of corroded information. At points his visions and the music in his head collide and things make more sense for but a brief moment. As he is lost out the window something catches his eye. A reminder of the warmer weather; the appearance of the bare shoulder of the woman that has sat in front of him.
Looking straight ahead he began to study the details that were being presented to him. The tilt of her head, the shape of her head and how it flowed from one curve to the next. Her hair was short and almost buzzed at the back, making that sensuous line from her neck the shoulders all that more visible. The strands of hair were a mix of dark browns and deep reds, blending and playing with each other to a wonderful interplay of hues. As his eyes ventured further along her curves, the line gets interrupted by the intersection of the straps of her clothing. One black and one red twisted over each other, disappearing over the horizon of her form. The twisted lines hold more details in the stitching and even the texture of the fabric. They spoke to him like whispers that beckon to be touched. Laying upon her fair skin like brush strokes on a new canvas.
He can’t take his eyes away for her enticing figure. He keeps his eyes moving so as not to get her attention. He is enjoying the reflective cat and mouse too much to let it end yet. As the reflections flicker by as if like an old movie, he begins to put together the pieces that are presented to him. Each puzzle piece finds its home and the dreamy picture of her begins to be completed. From the arch of her brow to the gentle curve of her cheek, the finial image is flashing before him now like an old time movie.
As the cars rambled on, he was feeling more and more drawn to her. Each new frame enhanced her made her that much more special. His desire to slide a finger under the rails of fabric began to appear. One finger gently sliding under the straps then another finger joins in to help and pinch the fabric together, slowly pushing them to a new lost horizon.
In his mind’s eye he could picture his fingers playing over her soft pale skin. Feeling every part of her as fresh and new, he traced the curve of the shoulder, and then patiently it was a trip along her neck to the softness of her cheek. Closing his eyes for a moment he could feel how if felt on his finger tips. One finger finding the edge of her lips. It rides the slopes of her lips resting at the peak. He wants to run it over them more and more and to feel her lick his finger gently. Taking it in her mouth and teasing him.
With the next reflected frame he gets the best view of her yet. Every piece is brought together for one brief moment and the full puzzle is before him. That’s when the image raced through his mind and he knew exactly how she looked when she climaxed. He couldn’t explain it he just knew. As his mental images imposed themselves on the reflected ones he was being taken through ever phase of her pleasure. The way her face looked, the desire in her eyes, even the sounds she would make as she came closer and closer to the end.
It’s then that he could see her in front of him, naked and in his hands. Nothing between them but the air that caresses them. How her lips would taste on his, how she felt as his hands sailed over her body. Little sounds that would be made as they touched one another, small little bumps appearing on flesh as fingers slide over the warm bodies. Getting closer and closer to one another feeling the others warm breathe on newly excited flesh. In the next few darkening reflections he played out their union. His excitement arises with the passing flicker of light and frame that is set out before him. Her hands clutching for him, his lips floating over her snowy body, she is trying to pull him closer. The softness of her flesh is interrupted by excitement from his fingers touching her. He can hear the tender moans in his ear as they keep moving over one another. The tension climbs slowly higher with every breath, he can feel her nails tracing his spine drawing him in closer to her. He could see the look on her face change as it gets closer and closer, it’s just as he expected.
Breaking through the mystic dream, a reminder; the crackling static voice that singles a rude welcome back to reality. Pulling himself together and gathering up his bag he catches her looking at him. Eyes focused on one another for a moment. As he gets up to leave he lets his business card float from his hand to land on her lap. Standing, waiting for the doors to open, he looks back to see her holding the card. She looks up with a smile just as he steps from the car. He peers through the window one last time to see her following him with her eyes.
