Why did he get off the train?

At the last minute I decided not to drive. I was burnt out and just needed to clear my mind. I walked into the train station with my morning coffee, ready for a little adventure. Since I had never taken the train, I wasn’t really certain of what to expect. But my mind was wide open with possibilities and I was just thrilled not to be burdened with the stress of driving through traffic. I walked towards the platform, climbed the stairs and began looking for a suitable place to make myself comfortable for the next three hours until I got to Los Angeles.

I noticed him the moment I turned the corner and silently cursed myself for choosing the comfort of jeans and a sweatshirt over something a little more fashionable for the trip. I could feel his energy drawing me into his personal space. My first thought, “Scrumptious!” My eyes danced over his lion’s mane of blond hair.

I chose the empty row of seats in front of him and as I lifted my bags up to the storage bin I slowly turned and gave him a very deliberate glance. I smiled, lingering a fraction of a moment longer than socially acceptable.

I flashed my dimples and cast my gaze downward until I locked onto his. I managed an almost inaudible, “Hi.”

He grinned back and said hello. It was in that unscripted exchange that I knew instantly of our mutual desire for one another. With a warm glow burning inside, I slid into my seat and waited.

It had only been a moment’s glance, but already etched in my mind’s eye were those inviting green eyes sprinkled with flecks of gold. I dozed off with images of his sun drenched long hair flying recklessly in the wind, surfboard tucked under his arm running down the beach in search of the next perfect wave.

After two hours of daydreaming, I was yearning to experience more of the reality. As I got up to stretch in the back of the train car I turned to him and smiled. I could feel our eyes burning into each other’s soul, searching, wanting, and silently asking all those things strangers never ask each other.

When I walked out of the lavatory, there he was, his eyes teasing me and daring me to make a play. I could feel the lust rising in my throat as I was silently begging him to push me back into the small compartment, thrust me on the counter and quench this unspoken desire we had burning between us.

Instead I returned to my seat. Moments later he leaned over the seat and the quiet lusting took on a voice as we began to explore one another through seductive banter. The chemistry was palpable and our growing connection was deepening each time his eyes bore into mine. We both felt the synergy. We were acutely aware that this went way beyond a chance encounter. The meaning would be far greater than either of us would comprehend at that exact time.

He leaned in and with an urgent huskiness in his voice he told me how sexy I was. My insides danced and my pulse quickened. My body was throbbing with such an intense yearning that I could barely utter a word for fear that my erratic breathing would leave my raw hunger exposed. That same necessity to quench a developing craving was reflected in his eyes.

Our time was limited. His stop was coming up, his departure from my life imminent. He didn’t want to get off the train. I desperately wanted him to stay on with me, but uttered not a word. I wanted his lust to boil over from within him, forcing him to make the decision to stay. He was unsure of himself and I understood. The force of our sexual energy was making my head spin and our judgment was being marred by the fog of our sheer physical needs waiting to be fulfilled.

We felt the magnitude of importance to not let this gift of fate from the universe slip away. We just stared at each other, hoping the other would understand all the things we were too uncertain to put into words. The urgency of desire and the pressure of time were engulfing us. We needed longer to explore the realm of possibilities that were staring us in the face. Yet our own hunger was making it impossible to live beyond the present moment.

As the minutes ticked by we knew we were being tested. There were too many needs left unmet, too many questions not yet asked. And we were lost in a magnetic attraction where time and space held no boundaries. We pushed away the outer world and breathed in each other’s intoxicating essence until the final call for his departure was heard.

With momentary defeat and unfulfilled desire thundering in his chest, he reluctantly stumbled off the train with my number in his front pocket and the glimmer of hope that one day soon we would capitalize on this once in a lifetime chance meeting.

Discovering reality in all those erotic visions wasn’t to be this time around. And yet with every fiber of my being, I know that there will be another encounter where we will fully explore the depths of these fantasies.

So for now, I am content in the knowledge that every time he mounts his surf board and rides a wave, he’ll be imagining, contemplating, romanticizing and he’ll absolutely be smiling in wonderment.