Here we go again, Allison thought. Suit and Tie looked like the cordial corporate drone from top to bottom: six foot two, handsome face and warm eyes, automatically making him an alpha male in his office whether he wanted to be or not. He stood there on the platform wearing an expensive navy blue suit with a reddish burgundy tie on with black leather laptop case, casually draped over his shoulder, pretending to read the newspaper, giving her the once over in his peripheral view. That day she’d had on her black power suit, the suit she wore when she had a client coming into the office.
Suit and Tie took his time and appreciated the suit, the sheer jet black stockings she wore under them and the black heels that she borrowed from her best friend the previous night. She laughed to herself thinking if he knew she was more comfortable in sweat pants and a t-shirt, her real persona, he wouldn’t have given her glance.
It started to get crowded as usual and Allison managed to find a seat in the nick of time. The movement of the train always reminded her of a slow locomotive pulling out of a small town depot. Allison finally opened her eyes to find herself eye level with a man who’d obviously been thinking naughty thoughts. He had an erection that may have well have been able to reach over to the emergency switch and pull it, all without the help of the hands of its owner. She suppressed a laugh, thinking it was too early in the morning for any kind of sexual tension. Didn’t he get any before he left for work?
The announcer said the next stop, which was hers, so she got ready to go. The train was still crowded and the man was hanging onto the strap with one hand, reading the paper with another. She got up carefully, trying not to touch him, but her standing up did not get a response so she finally had to say something.
“Excuse me.” She said firmly and as loud as she could.
The paper slowly fell down to reveal Suit and Tie from the platform. His breathing was even yet, a little labored for something as so simple as a train ride. His eyes shined like marbles and he smelled like, like, a man should smell when he’s picking up a woman for their first date. He smelled sexy and masculine and delicious. The kind of scent that you’re forced to look back at the good smelling aberration that passed you by, even though you don’t want to give him the satisfaction in knowing for a brief moment he made love to your nose and had an invisible hand up your skirt.
“Sorry.” He said and flashed a big, gorgeous smile. So he got a thrill, did he?
Allison decided to play chicken with a hard stare for a moment and he didn’t waver. The smile got broader and somehow he’d gotten closer without even moving. She scooted past him and hopped off the train.
Six weeks later.
She saw Suit and Tie pretty much every day after that. Sometimes she would change places on the platform or go to a different car after she’d seen him get on, all in the hopes of avoiding him. The same thing occurred after that first day and after the fifth time, coincidence was as likely as a hurricane being an afternoon shower. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, to wipe that grin off his face but what if she confronted him and he wasn’t really paying attention to her? He had a silent following on the platform. Most of the women had seen him and even tried to get into that infamous peripheral view of his. A few openly talked to him and flirted but it was Allison’s prude like reactions that held his interest.
Commuting to work had some how become a mental quest, trying to outsmart a man who’d technically never touched her or harassed her in any way. What was she going to do? Grab a cop and accuse the man of having dirty thoughts? So, she gussied up all her nerve and waited for him to get on the train one morning and low and behold, he’d found a seat. Allison made her way in front of him, grabbed the strap above her head, and planted her feet firmly in front of him. Suit and Tie looked up, at first glance surprised to see her, continued to read the paper. The ride continued as normal and as they rode smoothly through the tunnels she was beginning to feel like a real ass. This build up was apparently all in her head. Suit and Tie was a normal man who was on his way to work, probably thinking about how he boned his girlfriend the previous night. I gotta get out more, she laughed to herself. Of all the stupid…and then it happened. The train slowed down unexpectedly and Suit and Tie’s paper fell out of his hand, onto the floor and between her legs. She thought about being cordial, after mentally calling him a pervert for six weeks and pick up the paper. But he didn’t give her time. Suit and Tie leaned forth, with one swift hand and bent down and retrieved his paper. When he came back up he was so close to her crotch she couldn’t breathe. She swore she could feel his hot breath on her vagina. It happened so quickly, she thought she’d imagined the whole thing. Racked with confusion about what had just happened, she didn’t have time to process it all. Her stop was called and she was getting off the train. Just to confirm whether or not it really happened she broke her cardinal rule about looking back and glanced at him as the doors closed. She could have sworn Suit and Tie had winked at her.
Three Weeks later.
It was another Friday night and Allison was on her way home. She begged off a dinner invitation from some of the ladies at work, preferring to go home and do her nightly chant of ‘Please Lord, send me a man who isn’t crazy, broke or confused’. She took an earlier train to avoid Suit and Tie after that incident she couldn’t quite cement into her brain. There was something about him, the game they’d been playing that made her realize how lonely she’d been. And that playing kinky games with random men on the subway was a reality check. Sure, he was good looking, smelled good and was just the kind of man she was looking for but the question was, was he looking for her or every other woman who was on that platform?
The train, not surprisingly, was crowded and she was deduced to standing near the doors this time, holding onto a side ways strap. She closed her eyes as she listened to the dinging of the doors, the conversations of people who were excited about the weekend. Then she smelled that familiar scent again. She opened her eyes to find Suit and Tie standing in front of her, very close to her.
“I was beginning to think I conjured you up in my head.” He said in a deep, low voice.
Allison’s breathing got heavier.
“Excuse me?” Was all she could manage. That’s right pretend it never happened, she told herself.
“You changed your schedule.” He chided.
“How would you know what I changed?”
“Because seeing you every day for the past two months was the best part of my day. And then you disappeared. Did I scare you?” Suit and Tie licked his lips.
“Was that your intention?”
“Hardly. And no, I’m not a stalker.” He said, reading her mind.
“How do I know that?” She huffed.
“I have a note from my mother. It says she raised a good, kind, generous, respectful man.”
“Well as long as your mother wrote it.” She said sarcastically.
“I should hope so. She’s a wonderful woman but she’s also a superior court judge.” He smiled.
“Does she know about your subway habits?”
His eyes narrowed a bit. “And they are?”
“Eyeballing women on subway platforms and what not.”
He laughed. “What is this what not? Do tell.”
The train stopped suddenly which made Suit and Tie move two inches closer. He reached out and put his hand on Allison’s waist.
Allison spoke slowly. “What you’re doing right now. That’s what not.”
Was is because he was so handsome and smelled good that she didn’t scream? Suit and Tie began to move slowly under her black, quilted jacket, slow caressing movements, so subtle that the people sitting next to them could barely tell his hand was moving at all. Allison guiltily enjoyed the caress of his large hand rubbing her side, then sliding back to her ass, then dipping lower, catching the hem of her corduroy skirt. All she knew was right now she was at a loss for words.
His eyes became hypnotic, saying things to her that had built up over the past nine weeks. That smell, that damn smell flooded her senses and he came closer. Suit and Tie’s hand reached under the skirt and was caressing her though the layer of pantyhose and satin panties she was wearing. She gripped the side ways strap like her life depended on it. His fingers pressed on, not to be deterred by nylon or satin. Those strong, big hands she saw holding up the paper every morning were now infiltrating her under things. He stroked and stroked and gently pushed his finger up into her. The feeling was so sensual that she felt like she didn’t have anything on at all. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb and the feel of the material of the panties was driving her mad. Not like letting a handsome stranger grope you on the train wasn’t a sure sign of insanity itself.
Suit and Tie licked his lips for what seemed like an insurmountable amount of time before he spoke to her in a quiet, even tone. “My name is Tyler by the way. And yours?”
“Allison.” She murmured. Allison tried her best to pay attention but it was too hard as his thumb slid back and forth over her clit.
“Allison. Pretty name for a pretty woman.” He laughed. “So Allison has been haunting me in my dreams at night. Giving me boners like a sixteen year old kid every morning. Allison has been brushing me off for two whole months.”
She was almost there. Allison could feel the tension rising in her like a tidal wave. She did not know this man but he knew her. He was playing her body like an expensive violin and he didn’t even know her. Her panties were drenched, making her calculate to herself the last time a man had touched her. Just when she thought he’d take her to the Promised Land in the crowded train on this random Friday night, he stopped. Suit and Tie removed his hand from her skirt and straightened it. He then pulled his hand, that hand, to his lips and licked one of his fingers. “You taste like peaches.” He smiled wickedly.
She wanted to hit him because he hadn’t finished. She wanted to hit him because technically he’d gone to second base. She wanted to hit him because, damn, his fingers were long. She wanted to hit him because she’d now have to move out of the state to avoid seeing him altogether.
They stood there for a moment in silence. “So, no plans tonight?” Tyler said.
She blinked at him for a few seconds, trying to find her voice. “No.”
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
Greii Matters likes to write about the sensual side of life and believes what is unsaid between two people is just as important as what is verbally communicated.
“It is with an invisible spark that chemistry is sparked. Words whispered from one lover to another is what fans the flames.”