What if I told you that I know what you want when you stare at me?
Every morning, as I stumble on the train platform, I see you standing there. I feel you staring. You’re one of the few men who don’t stare at my breasts, but instead you focus on my lips.
I know the look in your eyes. The rare moments I look up and meet your eyes are enough confirmation. You want me. We all know that look.
You never speak to me. You never try to stand closer. You just look. Our eyes making contact once we enter the train, the sexiness in your stare unnerves me.
It makes me hot. It makes my breath catch. It makes my stomach hurt, in the best way.
What if I told you that I daydream about fucking you during my morning train rides?
The eye contact on the train is sexy, but holding your eye contact while I’m sucking your cock is sexier to me. I want to see the heat in your eyes intensify as I slide my hot mouth over the head of your cock.
Don’t look at my mouth, look in my eyes.
Did you know that while the train was delayed this morning, I thought about slowing taking you inside my mouth? Flattening my tongue against your head while my wet lips take you deep in my mouth. I can make my mouth feel like a nice tight cunt, I wonder what your eyes would look like when I did this.
How does it make you feel that I licked my lips thinking about how you would taste? I thought about swirling my tongue over the tip of you, firm and soft and wet, and then blowing. I thought of licking my way down your cock to your balls, rolling each delicate piece of flesh with my tongue.
What if I told you that I would tease you with my mouth, still holding your eyes, until I couldn’t take the sweetness anymore? I would have to take you inside my tight, hot, wet cunt.
Would you still look so controlled if I crawled on top of you and sank down? Don’t look away. How much more heat would enter your eyes when I start rocking, pulsing my vaginal muscles around you…loosening when you enter, tightening when you exit? Would your eyes burn me? I wonder what your face looks like when you come. Would you still look at me or would you have to close your eyes?
Today, I saw you on the train-ride home. This is a rare occurrence. You held my stare until someone sat down next to me. The whole way home, I thought about coming on your face. You were looking in my eyes the whole time.
I wonder what you’d do if I printed this out and gave it to you.
Fresh Air Lover 
Forget about giving him this note; just make both of you late by dragging him into the bathroom at the train station and making both your days 🙂
I have to move somewhere that has a train. May spend all day on BART when in SF.
🙂
coyotemike: That would be hot, except the trains stations are disgusting. We’re talking Philly here. And I don’t even think there are bathrooms. But, it would be fun if there were.
ed: Trains are fun.
Debbie!! Wow!! I love this post!! :o) I have similar twinges toward our dock worker. Yum.
Great post Debbie, really erotic writing. Might be worth double-posting on Coquettishly! If you ever get to Melbourne Australia I’m sometimes on the 9:30am stopping all stations from Newmarket to Flinders St 😉
Whoa! He’d probably pass out if you gave this to him. 🙂
Whoa that was hot! I don’t even have a penis and I want you LOL!
I wonder what he would do!?
Do you think you might?
Yeah…I agree with weekends off…and the whole wanting you thing, WOW..
DO IT. print it out and give it to him.
It certainly would make a great story for the grandkids. “How did we meet, Sugarplums? Well, let me show you this email that Nanna gave Poppy on the train one morning.”
Okay you needed a warning label at the beginning of this post. 😛 Makes me think of a story I once wrote. I vote for giving it to him. 🙂 It would be interesting. Or at least meeting him if nothing else. 😛
I high fived every guy at my office after reading this.
shonda: There are just some men who radiant sexual energy.
lad: hee hee.
b.: I don’t think he would. He doesn’t seem like the type.
weekends off: You flatter me. No, I’m not going to give it to him. I don’t operate that way.
jr: Jeez, you guys have me blushing. I don’t think I’ll print it out. Not until he actually talks to me.
obesio: That’s hysterical!
suvvygirl: I think this whole blog should have a warning label sometimes.
blog portland: Good!
Ever think of talking to him? Perhaps a simple hello or good morning would get the ball rolling.
I have read the post for the umpteen time and even now i haven’t caught my breath back yet… just don’t now what to say… WOW that’s hot.