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I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when they bite their lip, the way they look down when the conversation has stopped, the way their faces say they want to say something but can’t. I watch when they are alone and smoking a cigarette. I smile at the way they carry on a phone conversation as if no one can hear them, the way they look at someone they want or love. I find the way they look irresistible when they do these things.
She was on the phone, her face had become quiet. “Yes, of course I want to but I can’t. I’m broke.” I watched her trying to hold back tears. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle I have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye.
I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid.
“Excuse me, do you know when the next train is arriving?” A handsome stranger with ash blonde hair and dark brown eyes inquired of the slender brunette. He gave her a half smile.
“It should be here in a few minutes.” she replied shyly.
"Are you going to Madrid too?"
“Yes.”
“Do you live there?”
“No, just visiting.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
The people standing on the platform glanced over at the two of them. I acknowledge that to look at another person is perhaps one of the bravest things one can do, to make eye contact, to acknowledge another’s presence.
“Yes.” She was beginning to feel a little uneasy.
“Have you been with him a long time?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you been with him?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.” She could feel a flush of color play across her face.
I cherished the way she looked down as the silence between them stretched.
“Do you want to earn a hundred dollars right now?”
The young American girl braved a glance up at him. She took note of the relaxed way he looked in his grey suit, with the tie loose around the top of his half unbuttoned crisp white shirt.
“You have nice tits and I want touch them.”
She felt uncomfortable that the people standing near by would hear him offering her money for sex.
“There are plenty of other girls here with big tits.” It was a hushed response like of those dark things spoken in secret.
“I want to fondle yours.” There was a pause. He knew why he wanted to fuck her. Because she was beautiful and before that, because whenever he saw something new and interesting, he never wanted to wonder what it would have felt like to seize that moment. “I’ll give you another hundred if you let me suck on your nipples.” He held out two crisp hundred dollar bills for her to take.
“Here?” The question spilled from her lips before she could stop herself from asking. The word hung in the air, and I saw it float as she desperately wanted to take the little word back .
“No, when we get on the train.” He flashed a wicked smile.
The silence between them was deafening. I watched her do that shy thing women do with their hair. It felt like an eternity before they boarded the train. He suggested that they stand in-between the space of two connecting cars. She agreed to let him touch her tits there.
Her heart was pounding as she lifted her shirt up for him. His hands were cold and she could see that he was getting an erection from sliding his hands all over her small round breasts.
I adore it when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds.
“You have beautiful tits.”
“Thank you.” She was desperately trying not to moan, not to enjoy his warm tongue swirling around her nipples or the gentle way he pulled on them with his teeth. He sucked her breasts deeply into his mouth with hunger.
“I’ll give you another hundred for you to touch and suck on my dick. But I want it nice and slow.”
She took the crisp hundred dollar bill from his hand and tucked it into her jean pocket along with the other bills. The train lulled them back and forth, from one side to the other as she knelt down. The tunnel lights blurred past them as the train sped along. Her small delicate hand traveled up and down the length of his fully erect penis. Her fingers felt like soft feathers against his hardened cock. Her tongue licked him up and down as if she were enjoying a sweet, baring her teeth over the tip of his cock just enough to keep him wanting more.
“Oh, you’re good.”
But they were interrupted by the commotion of people leaving the cozy compartments with roomy seats in favor of the bar. He stood her up, his breathing hurried, “I’ll give you three hundred dollars to let me eat and fuck your pussy.”
She nodded in agreement before any thoughts could seep into her mind. He handed her three one hundred dollar bills and led her into one of the empty compartments. Eagerly he started taking off her shirt, pushing past her soft pink bra, running his hands over her breasts. His mouth began coveting the flesh of her neck, his nose reprising the fragrance in her hair. The windows fogged with moisture as they began to moan in anticipation.
“Take your jeans off…hurry. I want to eat you.”
She moaned loudly as he pushed a finger into the center of her little pink panties, using two fingers to spread open the hole big enough to taste her moist pussy.
“You taste good.” he moaned.
His mouth eager, he circled his tongue around and around her clit, sucking, licking her up and down. His tongue soft and hard, feasting while the sounds of her wetness escaped his mouth as he ate and ate.
“Oh please!” she moaned, exploding all over his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
His dick was hard and throbbing as he pushed the girl up against the fogged up window. Their sexual sounds were masked by the train screeching against the metal of the tracks. The girl’s body created a wet print on the glass as he pushed hard and deep inside of her. He grasped a handful of her long hair in one hand while nipping the lobe of her ear with his teeth. His rhythm picking up pace, pounding into her from behind as she moaned loudly giving into the pleasure of how his immense cock filled her.
He covered her mouth with his hand while she sucked on his finger, quieting herself down. It was a howled moan, his climax building deep inside him. “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He warned, emptying his load deep inside her.
They both stood there, in stages of undress, smiling foolishly at each other as they tried to normalize their breathing. It was like the comfort of an unmade bed. Like the look in people’s eyes when they realize that they cannot be anything but honest in that moment.
“Thank you. That was good.” He smiled at her sheepishly while he shrugged back into his suit jacket. His faced flushed and his desire sated. He kissed her without warning, without permission.
The American girl, traveling through Europe sat back on the seat shaking her head in disbelief at the six crumbled hundred dollar bills. She reached for her cell. “Jude, a miracle has happened. I can meet you in London.”
I fall in love with people all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and the unexpected moments.
She was on the phone, her face had become quiet. “Yes, of course I want to but I can’t. I’m broke.” I watched her trying to hold back tears. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle I have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye.
I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid.
“Excuse me, do you know when the next train is arriving?” A handsome stranger with ash blonde hair and dark brown eyes inquired of the slender brunette. He gave her a half smile.
“It should be here in a few minutes.” she replied shyly.
"Are you going to Madrid too?"
“Yes.”
“Do you live there?”
“No, just visiting.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
The people standing on the platform glanced over at the two of them. I acknowledge that to look at another person is perhaps one of the bravest things one can do, to make eye contact, to acknowledge another’s presence.
“Yes.” She was beginning to feel a little uneasy.
“Have you been with him a long time?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you been with him?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.” She could feel a flush of color play across her face.
I cherished the way she looked down as the silence between them stretched.
“Do you want to earn a hundred dollars right now?”
The young American girl braved a glance up at him. She took note of the relaxed way he looked in his grey suit, with the tie loose around the top of his half unbuttoned crisp white shirt.
“You have nice tits and I want touch them.”
She felt uncomfortable that the people standing near by would hear him offering her money for sex.
“There are plenty of other girls here with big tits.” It was a hushed response like of those dark things spoken in secret.
“I want to fondle yours.” There was a pause. He knew why he wanted to fuck her. Because she was beautiful and before that, because whenever he saw something new and interesting, he never wanted to wonder what it would have felt like to seize that moment. “I’ll give you another hundred if you let me suck on your nipples.” He held out two crisp hundred dollar bills for her to take.
“Here?” The question spilled from her lips before she could stop herself from asking. The word hung in the air, and I saw it float as she desperately wanted to take the little word back .
“No, when we get on the train.” He flashed a wicked smile.
The silence between them was deafening. I watched her do that shy thing women do with their hair. It felt like an eternity before they boarded the train. He suggested that they stand in-between the space of two connecting cars. She agreed to let him touch her tits there.
Her heart was pounding as she lifted her shirt up for him. His hands were cold and she could see that he was getting an erection from sliding his hands all over her small round breasts.
I adore it when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds.
“You have beautiful tits.”
“Thank you.” She was desperately trying not to moan, not to enjoy his warm tongue swirling around her nipples or the gentle way he pulled on them with his teeth. He sucked her breasts deeply into his mouth with hunger.
“I’ll give you another hundred for you to touch and suck on my dick. But I want it nice and slow.”
She took the crisp hundred dollar bill from his hand and tucked it into her jean pocket along with the other bills. The train lulled them back and forth, from one side to the other as she knelt down. The tunnel lights blurred past them as the train sped along. Her small delicate hand traveled up and down the length of his fully erect penis. Her fingers felt like soft feathers against his hardened cock. Her tongue licked him up and down as if she were enjoying a sweet, baring her teeth over the tip of his cock just enough to keep him wanting more.
“Oh, you’re good.”
But they were interrupted by the commotion of people leaving the cozy compartments with roomy seats in favor of the bar. He stood her up, his breathing hurried, “I’ll give you three hundred dollars to let me eat and fuck your pussy.”
She nodded in agreement before any thoughts could seep into her mind. He handed her three one hundred dollar bills and led her into one of the empty compartments. Eagerly he started taking off her shirt, pushing past her soft pink bra, running his hands over her breasts. His mouth began coveting the flesh of her neck, his nose reprising the fragrance in her hair. The windows fogged with moisture as they began to moan in anticipation.
“Take your jeans off…hurry. I want to eat you.”
She moaned loudly as he pushed a finger into the center of her little pink panties, using two fingers to spread open the hole big enough to taste her moist pussy.
“You taste good.” he moaned.
His mouth eager, he circled his tongue around and around her clit, sucking, licking her up and down. His tongue soft and hard, feasting while the sounds of her wetness escaped his mouth as he ate and ate.
“Oh please!” she moaned, exploding all over his mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
His dick was hard and throbbing as he pushed the girl up against the fogged up window. Their sexual sounds were masked by the train screeching against the metal of the tracks. The girl’s body created a wet print on the glass as he pushed hard and deep inside of her. He grasped a handful of her long hair in one hand while nipping the lobe of her ear with his teeth. His rhythm picking up pace, pounding into her from behind as she moaned loudly giving into the pleasure of how his immense cock filled her.
He covered her mouth with his hand while she sucked on his finger, quieting herself down. It was a howled moan, his climax building deep inside him. “Fuck! I’m going to cum.” He warned, emptying his load deep inside her.
They both stood there, in stages of undress, smiling foolishly at each other as they tried to normalize their breathing. It was like the comfort of an unmade bed. Like the look in people’s eyes when they realize that they cannot be anything but honest in that moment.
“Thank you. That was good.” He smiled at her sheepishly while he shrugged back into his suit jacket. His faced flushed and his desire sated. He kissed her without warning, without permission.
The American girl, traveling through Europe sat back on the seat shaking her head in disbelief at the six crumbled hundred dollar bills. She reached for her cell. “Jude, a miracle has happened. I can meet you in London.”
I fall in love with people all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and the unexpected moments.
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