The best part of my daily commute is that I don’t have to do all the driving. Whether it is a train, a plane or a ferry, I can at least look forward to short periods of respite from navigating traffic. One of the best ways I know to liven up an otherwise dull commute is to read something steamy. Think about it – dressed in business wear, primly reading my book amidst a sea of other commuters, I become lost in the lust of the characters contained therein.
While I often fancy period erotic romance or paranormal erotica, today I discovered a new author, British I believe and got lost in a sordid story set in the present day. The heroine is eccentric, artsy-fartsy, single, thirty years of age and possesses a rather relaxed and adventurous attitude towards sex in general. The story relates how she becomes involved with a man who lives in a neighbouring building. They agree to an arrangement whereby they will meet when convenient and engage in an uninhibited exploration of each other’s fantasies. This author manages to work in a smorgasbord of fetishes into her story line allowing her heroine to explore her darker desires.
I love reading erotica in public places. There is something deliciously wicked about getting all hot and bothered while outwardly maintaining an entirely neutral demeanour. Sometimes I’ll catch myself curling my toes or running my tongue over my teeth or lips, but for the most part, I manage to remain outwardly calm. Once in a while, someone will look my way and catch my attention. I just flash a smile and return to my book. Rarely, I am approached by someone I know and asked what I am reading. My usual reply is “Just a trashy romance” but for the most part, people leave me alone and let me read.
Today, I was very late leaving work and ended up taking a later ferry crossing. There were few of us on board at that time of evening. The day had been hot and the air conditioning was once again on the fritz. I removed my blazer and kicked off my shoes as I settled into my usual spot. I had just picked up where I had left off in my story this morning when I noticed an attractive man entering the passenger lounge. He took a seat on the other side of the boat, loosened his tie, took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He glanced my way and leisurely took stock of my appearance, smiling as his gaze washed over my bare shoulders and arms. I rubbed my neck self-consciously, smiled back and returned to my book.
For a few minutes I got caught up in a vivid description of a somewhat raunchy ménage. I could feel my breasts tingling and the blood rush to my crotch. I shifted position in my seat and stretched my legs reflexively, curling my toes as I did. I heard a cough from the other side of the ship and looked in that direction.
The handsome stranger was looking at me. He had leaned back in his seat and slid his hips forward, his legs slightly apart, hands resting on his thighs and framing a sizable bulge in his tailored trousers. For a moment, my eyes were fixed on that bulge as it twitched and grew. I felt the color rising in my cheeks and tore my gaze away to look out the window. Several minutes passed.
“May I join you?” I turned to find the stranger standing next to me.
Momentarily flustered, all I could do was nod. He slid onto the seat across from me. We were now separated by a table. He slid his hand across the melamine surface, pointing toward my book. “I have to ask, what are you reading?”
“Trashy romance,” I replied automatically.
“Indeed. Must be pretty steamy, eh? Certainly seems to have had an intense effect. You have such a glow about you.”
I felt the color rising to my cheeks as he continued.
“Forgive me, it was not my intent to embarrass you, not at all. I was thoroughly enjoying watching the effect it was having, but I guess that was fairly obvious to you.” He reached down and rearranged himself as he spoke. “Please don’t stop reading on my account.”
For a moment I sat there stunned, staring back at him. His blue eyes were riveting and his tone had been entirely serious. “It is that obvious to you is it?”
“As a matter of fact, it is. And may I say your arousal is quite becoming, even if circumstances require a certain subtlety.” He leaned forward ever so slightly as he spoke, without breaking eye contact. “I can smell your honey from here – exquisite!”
His words went straight to my crotch. Heat rose over my cheeks and rushed down my throat and across my breasts. My mouth went dry. His eyes never faltered, never darted to my breasts or any other part of my body. He just inhaled deeply, in threw his nose and out through his mouth. I felt my pussy clench as his lips parted.
“My you are a responsive creature, aren’t you? I’ll wager your panties are quite damp right about now.” He reached across the table and stroked the back of my right hand which was still clutching the book. His touch raised flame against my skin and I pulled back a little, but left my hand on the table.
“I am no threat to you my dear. If you want me to stop, I will. You have only to say the word and I will return to the other side of the ship.” I sat in stunned silence. This complete stranger seemed so attuned to my libido, was enjoying it and quite open about it.
“My name is Daniel Whitford. Here is my card. I would very much like to get to know you better, if you are willing.” I glanced down at the card. I recognized the company and the address.
“Well Ms. Billingsworth, lovely to meet you.” He continues stroking the back of my hand. I never considered the back of my hand to be an erogenous zone until today.
“So tell me about the chapter you are reading. Describe what is happening.”
“Never more so. I’m curious to learn what arouses you.” Once again, his words go straight to my crotch.
“The heroine is about to engage in an unexpected ménage with her lover and his acquaintance, whom she has never met before.” As I speak, every drop of moisture seems to leave my mouth. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.
“I see. So what is it about this scenario that arouses you?” Daniel continues to trace circles on the back of my hand.
“To be honest, I’m not sure. The dialogue between the characters is fairly raunchy but that seems to makes it real.” I pause to collect my thoughts. Daniel waits for me to continue. “Maybe it’s because she seems to so much braver than me.” Then I consider the conversation I’m having and suddenly reconsider my last statement.
“So you don’t consider yourself that daring, eh? I have a challenge for you then. Go into the ladies’ room, remove your panties and bring them back here to me before the ferry docks. I want see for myself how aroused you’ve been today. Think of the feeling of freedom wearing nothing under your skirt.” Daniel withdraws his hand and sits back against the seat. “If you go ahead and do it and decide after that you are mortified, you never have to see me again. You have my number, I don’t have yours, remember?”
In a moment, decades of missed opportunities race through my mind and I decide that I’m old enough to partake in a little insanity. I jump up and head for the ladies’ room. “I can do this, I can do this,” I repeat to myself as I shut the stall door and scoot my skivvies off.
A few minutes later, I’m back in my seat with my panties balled up in my clenched hand. Daniel reaches under the table and takes them from me. He smiles as he stuffs them into his pants’ pocket and asks, “So how do you feel?”
“I have just given my panties to a stranger – I feel brazen, crazy, maybe a little juvenile? I don’t know.”
“Some things are best not overanalyzed. I was actually referring to the sensation of being naked under your skirt.” Daniel smiled warmly.
“Oh, well actually, it feels rather daring and surprisingly cool in this god-awful heat.” I am momentarily struck by my own response. It did feel lovely actually.
“A sensual woman like you should always feel good about her body and what she is or is not wearing. Bravo Kate.”
The public address system announces our pending arrival at the ferry terminal. Daniel stood up first and offered me his hand. I grasped it and he gently pulled me to my feet.
“I have to catch the train to get to where I’ve parked, and you?”
“I’m parked just up from the ferry terminal so I will take my leave of you. I do hope you’ll call me, Kate. But, I have to confess I’m glad I have a souvenir to remember you by in case you don’t. You are quite a woman my dear. I may always have a hard on when I take this ferry as a result of today,” he said grinning rather wickedly. Then he turned on his heels and was gone.
Later that evening after a long bath, some tasty leftovers and a glass of red wine, I pulled out Daniel’s business card and stared at it a while before pinning it to the fridge. I closed my eyes and recalled the site of him sitting across the boat, with a bulge in the front of his pants. He was certainly an eyeful. He was certainly very unconventional. Who approaches a woman as directly and politely as that and leaves with her panties before the first date? I shook my head an marvelled at the memory of the entire exchange.
Then I tried to imagine what he did with my panties when he got home. Did he wank off with them? Did he toss them into a drawer with a hundred other pairs of panties collected on his various commutes? Did he throw them away? Then I thought, does it really matter? Whether I ever see him again is irrelevant. Today, I seized an opportunity to walk on my wild side and it felt good.
I pick up my phone and open the calendar and insert a reminder to call my favourite salon and book an appointment for a waxing. If I’m going to go “au natural” more often, best to have a tidy twat!