Emily’s Passionate Journey

It was a bright afternoon on an uneventful day early in spring, as Emily boarded the train, expecting nothing more than a quiet ride home. She looked around the carriage, finding it mostly empty, and picked out a spot in the back, next to the window. It allowed her to bask in the sunlight while giving her a full view of the carriage.

She relaxed as the train began to move. Lazily she noticed that the door at the far end of the carriage opened, and a tall man stepped inside, wearing dress pants and a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Emily looked over the chair in front of her. “He’s handsome…” she thought to herself, stealing glances as he walked confidently down the aisle. She wondered how old he was. He must be at least ten years older, maybe thirty to her twenty? A bit more, she decided: early thirties.

She was so distracted by her own thoughts that she barely noticed him approach, until he sat down right next to her. “Why here”, she wondered, “when there was so much space available?” She moved a little in her seat, feeling guilty for staring at him, wondering if he might have noticed and had taken offense. Should she say something? Apologize? She decided against it. Emily started to straighten her tight, soft-knit dress, trying to act as casual as the circumstances permitted. The man seemed to cast a glance in her direction, his gaze sliding from her ankle boots up along her smooth, long legs, then over her black dress, and studied her face for a moment. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on her bare knee.

Emily startled, turning her head to look at him, and looked straight into his piercing grey eyes. She thought she could detect a slight smile on his lips as he looked away from her, not releasing her from his grip. Blood rushed to her face as she became fully aware of the hand on her knees. She studied the profile of his face, thinking that she should say something, object to being treated like this, but instead, she parted her legs the tiniest bit, as a blush spread across her cheeks.

She noticed the handsome man smile again, as he felt her body react to his touch. He slid his hand into the space she gave him, squeezing her thighs. She let out a soft gasp as she felt his fingertips dig into the smooth skin of her thighs. Emily fidgeted a little in her seat, as she felt the train start to slow down. “This is our stop”, the man announced in a soft, deep voice. Emily bit her lip, hesitating. She had planned to get off at the stop after this one, but something about him had intrigued her. While she considered the risk, he was already standing, and took her hand. As he helped her to her feet, she realized he had taken the decision out of her hands, and followed him to the exit.