Message-ID: <46147asstr$1073689803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [craigs_stories@hotmail.com] From: "Craigs_stories" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 09 Jan 2004 16:01:12.0610 (UTC) FILETIME=[CDCDE820:01C3D6C9] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2004 16:01:11 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} On the Tube (no sex) Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2004 18:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman I've recently started writing agin, but while my current stuff is being editted, I thought Id do some shameless self promotion and re-post some of my earlier stories. Comments are always welcome at craigs_stories@hotmail.com :-) ************************************* Its bizarre. I have a girlfriend. But I can't stop staring. She's just standing there. At the other end of the tube carriage. I can't help but watch her. Its her eyes. Her big brown eyes. She's reading the adverts above the seats. I can't stop staring. She looks at me. I know I should look away, I'm taken, not on the market. But I stare back for a moment before I cast my eyes downwards. My eyes know what to do as I struggle with my conscience. I hadn't noticed she was wearing a skirt. I'm usually pretty observant when it comes to a nice pair of legs. She's very well dressed, long fur coat, hands in black leather gloves holding on tight as we hit a bumpy part of the track. My gaze is drawn back to her eyes. She catches me staring again. Again I know I shouldn't but I can't help but hold her look for a couple of moments, a second maybe but it felt like eternity. The tube pulls into Baker Street. I look up to find the person in between us has gone. My heart feels like its trying to burst out of my chest as she walks towards me. And erotic surge is the only was I can describe it. Was the feeling mutual? Or was she letting other people one? I wondered. But no-one had got on behind her. I start to admire her face as she looks around. Her lips are thin but painted a deep red. I can't place where she's from. It could be Italy, her skin has the deep olive complexion. Her hand is but inches from mine as we hold on. I want the tube to hit a bumpy patch and for her to fall in my arms. Any excuse to touch her. I want to talk to her, to hear her voice. To see if she wants to meet me sometime. But I have a girlfriend. I love her. I try to concentrate. But I'm drawn back to her eyes. She's standing less than a metre from me. I want to say something but she's made me feel like a shy little kid inside. I want to move my hand closer to hers, to see if she moves hers closer as well. But I don't have the courage to. I stand there. Staring. She catches me looking again. Was that a faint smile I saw before I looked away? My look moves to the window and I see that we're arriving at my station, Oxford Circus. I almost panic. I want to say something. I think about staying on the train. But that's silly. Its nothing. It wasn't a smile at me. I have a girlfriend. The doors open and I push my way through the crowd. I try to turn back, to see if she's watching me. But the doors close behind me and the crowd sweeps me away. Home. To my girlfriend. How can I ever tell her about this? ************************************* Comments are always welcome at craigs_stories@hotmail.com <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+