I sat on the tube the other day on my way into work. I was tired. I didn’t feel like reading my paper. So I looked out of the window instead. I travel to work very early in the morning, so the people on my part of the tube almost feel like friends – I know them all by sight.
A few stops after me, somebody new got on and sat opposite me. And not just anybody. A gorgeous man, in his mid-thirties, who looked like he should really be wearing a toga and lounging around on Olympus. He was tall, long black hair, bright blue eyes, tanned skin, fit body….
He realised I was staring at him. I looked away and felt myself flush slightly. I almost wished that I wasn’t wearing my work ‘uniform’ of black trousers and a white blouse. I wished I’d put some make-up on and washed my hair. I sneaked a glance at my reflection in the tube window to see if he was still looking at me. He wasn’t. He was looking at his paper. So I looked at him again.
The fantasy came up on me so suddenly; I didn’t consciously think about it. He got off the tube at the same stop as me and as I stepped into the crowds, I felt something being pressed into my hand. I looked down and it was a business card, with his name and number. On the back, he had written ‘Room 214, Landmark Hotel, Marylebone Road, 7pm tonight. You look like a naughty girl….’
All day long, I wondered if I should go…
So that night, at 7pm, I presented myself to a total stranger in his hotel room. As soon as I got through the door, I was pressed up against the wall of his room and kissed thoroughly and meaningfully. His hand plucked at my trousers and slid up inside my blouse. I resisted slightly and he knocked my hands away. “Careful” he growled. “Do as you’re told or I’ll do a lot more than spank you.” He let my trousers drop to the floor, yanked down my wet-with-anticipation knickers and then with one thrust, impaled me against the wall like a butterfly, pinioning me with his cock as he thrust in and out of me, and I gripped hard against his shoulders at the sensation, longing for the moment when his hand would crack against my naked skin…
At that moment, the tube stopped and the man looked up and caught me staring at him. Again. This time, I blushed fiery red, embarrassed by my lustful thoughts….
…..he smiled at me. Did he know what I was thinking?
Then he left the train. I haven’t seen him since.
I like the photo of you in ‘Who is Jessica”. Especially when you are wearing suspender-belt and stockings. So Jessica ‘Knickers down to you, and may you get ’six of the best’ with a cane, on that voluptour bare bottom of yours.
Oh, hot. Very hot. Why can’t fantasies come true more?! Makes you wish for a “missed connections plus” section on Craig’s List, where you can not only post the usual missed connections info, but also FYI what I was thinking about you, gorgeous, during that missed connection. Oh…I’m getting overexcited now.
This also put me in mind of Dahl’s “Galloping Foxley” but in a different vein.
Jessica, love the fantasy, I hope that it enlivened your entire day.
When I lived in London I travelled on the tube most days, I counted myself blessed when there was a beautiful young lady near me that I could dream about, when this happens being kinky is a definite advantage.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Tried for a bit to work out why this gets a vanilla alert, but I didn’t really care by the time I got to the end…
[...] Jessica wrote a terrific post last week about a missed connection on the Tube and all the marvelous thoughts going through her head. It made me think there should be a Missed Connections Plus section on Craig’s List where you get to lay out all your fantasies in addition to the basics. Then there is the fact that it’s such a long week between Ang’s Microfantasy Monday and Flash Fiction Friday. So, in the spirit of reaching out to new people, and submitting to the limits of a new genre, here you go: [...]