petting and licking me.
“I have to go — follow me or don’t. You decide,” he said, glancing anxiously at the escalators.
Jerking my head up, I met his eyes. He released my wrists and smirked. He raised his right eyebrow. Without another word, he backed away from me, turned and trotted towards the escalators that burrowed into the earth. He didn’t look back.
I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. I considered slinking away towards the lighted bus-stop behind me and back to the relative safety of my home. But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I knew I’d regret not going after him. My curiosity peaked. Quickly replaying the limited conversation we’d had, I knew I didn’t tell him my name. I had to find out how he knew. It couldn’t have just been a random guess.
In a short space of time, he’d touched me in a way that I’d never really experienced before. Steam had risen, and I’d tingled in places that I didn’t know could be reached. I couldn’t fathom giving him up. I wouldn’t.
The decision was made. I needed to know more.
3
B lurry brown footprints marked the highly buffed resin flooring of the station, and I was careful not to lose my balance as I rushed after him. I ignored the ticket machine, its disapproving glare penetrating me as I guiltily hopped over the barrier without paying.
I’d lost him.
He was no longer on the escalator, and I wasn’t able to spy him at the bottom. I could only hope he was still on one of the platforms below waiting for me. My hair bobbed up and down, my curls springing back and forth as I scrambled down the moving steps. At the bottom, I had to make a decision. A quick look at the metro map indicated that the Northern platform on my right was for the airport. The one to the left, the Southern platform, would take me back towards the city.
The sound of an arriving train grew louder, resonating through the enclosed space. I had to make a choice and quickly.
People emerged from the tunnel leading to the Northern platform. A few glanced at me for a passing second as they registered me as an obstacle that lay in their paths and changed course to avoid a collision. I stood like a deer in glaring headlights, not able to move, my thoughts only on what I should do. If I didn’t pick soon, my inaction would decide for me.
A middle-aged man, briefcase in hand, had his eyes fixed on my chest. Taking note of his gaze, I was pulled from my paralysis. The man smiled and continued to stare, craning his neck, as he ambled to the rising stairway. I looked down and immediately saw my blouse buttons undone and my bra peeking out for the whole world to see. I blushed, turned from the stares, clutched to close the gap and rushed to the Southern platform.
My heels echoed off the curved tiled walls of the passageway like rapid fire.
Platform 2 was barren. A wintry breeze emanated from the abyss-like train tunnel, and discarded litter drifted and occasionally took flight.
“Crap!” I shouted and spun around, running back to the escalators. Using both arms to propel myself, I let go of my blouse; this wasn’t the time to be modest.
I arrived on Platform 1 to face the train and its open compartments. An automated voice announced, “Stand clear of the doors, please.” The doors shut with a firm clunk.
“Fuck!” I cursed, not caring who heard me. With the hope that perhaps he didn’t get on the train, I looked left and then right. But I was the only soul left on the platform.
The train started to pull away, the electric cables above buzzed as it picked up speed, and I jogged alongside and peered into the passing windows, glimpsing only my own reflection. I stopped running and watched the train bore into the tunnel; its back lights dissolved into the shadows.
He was gone.
4
“ A rgh !” I screamed as I was pulled into a service alcove. Strong arms held me, picked me up and towed me into the darkness.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
I was still screaming as I
“I have to go — follow me or don’t. You decide,” he said, glancing anxiously at the escalators.
Jerking my head up, I met his eyes. He released my wrists and smirked. He raised his right eyebrow. Without another word, he backed away from me, turned and trotted towards the escalators that burrowed into the earth. He didn’t look back.
I stood frozen, not knowing what to do. I considered slinking away towards the lighted bus-stop behind me and back to the relative safety of my home. But the moment the thought crossed my mind, I knew I’d regret not going after him. My curiosity peaked. Quickly replaying the limited conversation we’d had, I knew I didn’t tell him my name. I had to find out how he knew. It couldn’t have just been a random guess.
In a short space of time, he’d touched me in a way that I’d never really experienced before. Steam had risen, and I’d tingled in places that I didn’t know could be reached. I couldn’t fathom giving him up. I wouldn’t.
The decision was made. I needed to know more.
3
B lurry brown footprints marked the highly buffed resin flooring of the station, and I was careful not to lose my balance as I rushed after him. I ignored the ticket machine, its disapproving glare penetrating me as I guiltily hopped over the barrier without paying.
I’d lost him.
He was no longer on the escalator, and I wasn’t able to spy him at the bottom. I could only hope he was still on one of the platforms below waiting for me. My hair bobbed up and down, my curls springing back and forth as I scrambled down the moving steps. At the bottom, I had to make a decision. A quick look at the metro map indicated that the Northern platform on my right was for the airport. The one to the left, the Southern platform, would take me back towards the city.
The sound of an arriving train grew louder, resonating through the enclosed space. I had to make a choice and quickly.
People emerged from the tunnel leading to the Northern platform. A few glanced at me for a passing second as they registered me as an obstacle that lay in their paths and changed course to avoid a collision. I stood like a deer in glaring headlights, not able to move, my thoughts only on what I should do. If I didn’t pick soon, my inaction would decide for me.
A middle-aged man, briefcase in hand, had his eyes fixed on my chest. Taking note of his gaze, I was pulled from my paralysis. The man smiled and continued to stare, craning his neck, as he ambled to the rising stairway. I looked down and immediately saw my blouse buttons undone and my bra peeking out for the whole world to see. I blushed, turned from the stares, clutched to close the gap and rushed to the Southern platform.
My heels echoed off the curved tiled walls of the passageway like rapid fire.
Platform 2 was barren. A wintry breeze emanated from the abyss-like train tunnel, and discarded litter drifted and occasionally took flight.
“Crap!” I shouted and spun around, running back to the escalators. Using both arms to propel myself, I let go of my blouse; this wasn’t the time to be modest.
I arrived on Platform 1 to face the train and its open compartments. An automated voice announced, “Stand clear of the doors, please.” The doors shut with a firm clunk.
“Fuck!” I cursed, not caring who heard me. With the hope that perhaps he didn’t get on the train, I looked left and then right. But I was the only soul left on the platform.
The train started to pull away, the electric cables above buzzed as it picked up speed, and I jogged alongside and peered into the passing windows, glimpsing only my own reflection. I stopped running and watched the train bore into the tunnel; its back lights dissolved into the shadows.
He was gone.
4
“ A rgh !” I screamed as I was pulled into a service alcove. Strong arms held me, picked me up and towed me into the darkness.
“Let me go!” I yelled.
I was still screaming as I
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