amie_ds @amie_ds

She raised the blind to enjoy the southern sun shining in her face. She felt the need for this bright, warm and reassuring light. The lingering winter deprived her of energy. When she came to pick her up from her best friend, she was full of hope for this stay.

Zack was approaching at a glance. At the corner of hers, on the quay, a color caught her attention and her eyes stopped at a male figure. As he raised his head, his gaze crossed hers, which struck her with excitement. She remained there, uncertain. With his false expressionà la James Dean and his jeans well cut, it looked like a guy straight out of another era. Nothing to say, besides being cute, he was totally her style. Refined but not too refined, a little rebellious, a little mysterious. He finished his cigarette, crushed it with a certain nonchalance and got on the train. Apart from one seat in front of her and one in the "passenger compartment" next door, the train was full. A 50/50 chance. She was torn from all sides when she saw him take his seat very near her. As they settled down, their legs brushed against each other. Deliberate gesture or a happy coincidence?

He sketched a smile, one of those mischievous smiles, full of innuendo. She reacted. She could put in whatever she wanted, fantasy, a touch of temptation, a pinch of passion, but opted for sobriety and discretion, feeling that it would take little for her to dive in. He grabbed her headphones, his eyes fixed on hers. A hurricane. Impossible to look away. Impossible to maintain eye contact either. Instinctively, she looked down. Her poorly polished shoes got her attention for a few moments. She didn't dare go look back to what was obstructing her horizon. Those two large blue eyes fixed on her were trouble. So many feelings, contradictory sensations were competing for first place.

She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she noticed that he was still staring at her with disconcerting determination. Still unable to look at him in the face, she thought of leaving. Grab the suitcase and leave. However, an obscure force kept her nailed down. There was nothing to be done. She came face to face with a thread from her dress, detailed it and noted that it would have to be cut. She could feel hir gaze weighing on her every gesture, exposing her. Her clothes no longer hid anything, he seemed to see beyond them. Even naked, she would have felt more comfortable, she would have nothing to hide. There, she felt undressed from head to toe, vulnerable, unable to move.

She had to get out, somehow, anyhow. Once in the toilet, she came started breathing normally and then took a deep breath. She passed her hands under the water and then splashed her neck. She let the little drops go down toward her chest, voluptuous, along her chest, her stomach, her curves. She let her hands draw unusual journeys between her sweaty thighs, something she wouldn't usually do. Would that be enough to satisfy the tumultuous flow of her appetite?

As she opened the door to return to her seat, she saw him behind it, even a look free of codes, absolutely aware of what he's doing. He put his hand on her chest as if to tell her to step back, which she did, without resistance. He closed the door behind them, then pressed his body against the only flat wall of the cramped cabin. Hypnotized, she let him do the rest. He slid his fingers under her blouse, while his right hand undid each button with the precision of a wise man in meditation. She was already pulling up her skirt, an invitation to move ahead, unable to wait any longer. Her body attracted him, his eyes captivated hers. She did not feel ashamed of anything, this man had all good intentions. She undid, much less delicately than him, the buckle of his belt, lowered the zipper, the liveliness of his erection took her by surprise. Their eyes were still staring at each other, he took complete possession of her. She closed her eyes the time to savor the euphoric exchange, leaving her hands free to discover his manhood, his nails sinking into the folds of his skin. As the pleasure was pulsating stronger in their veins, he put his hand over her mouth. Just as their hips contracted before letting go, the speaker started sizzling.

Realizing that the magic just became an actual reality, she readjusted her outfit and headed for the door. He came out three minutes later. She was already waiting on the central platform, her bag on her back. When he passed by, he let his hand touch her bare thighs, still full of shivers.