Ride to work (Open 1f, PM interest)

[experimental_d]

I've got the time and would really love to get this story going again. Pm interest. x

David
Age: 24
Height: 6,1
Build: Athletic with toned and defined muscles. His arms could be bigger but he worked hard to keep his abs defined and his core strong. His body was dotted with scars from a motorbike accident.
Looks: Deep brown eyes, brown hair sweeping slightly to his right. Strong defined facial features with strong jaw and smooth skin, with slight stubble.

Ever since May, David’s journey to work had become much more interesting. The 1st day of the month was when Lilly first got on the 43 heading into the centre of town. Every morning he would pray the seat next to him stayed empty and she would decide to rest her slender frame next to his. He was mesmerised by her, everyday immaculate, presented in her office wear. Friday was obviously pencil skirt day, and it was his favourite day of the week.

On they days when she came to sit next to him he would move towards the aisle. When she slid into the chair there thighs would touch and the contact was electric. He knew this wasn’t once sided and they regularly caught each others eye and would smile politely. He longed to touch her, to caress her delicate and soft skin. When next to him her perfume would engulf him and he would pretend to read the paper, Daisy by Marc Jacob, a smell he knew would stay with him for the rest of his days.

She would always get off one stop before his, providing the opportunity to watch her walk away, her curves moving from side to side. Soon though the disappointment came to him that he had not plucked up the courage to talk to her. He was a confident young professional; his womanising was legendary around the office. Lilly was different though, there was a tension, a strong desire, almost a need that left him scared of rejection and failure. He was left breathless every morning by the sight of her, and continued to remain quite throughout all the journeys. She had become an obsession and he was wondering if it would be wise to leave to work on a later bus.

Today was a normal Friday. As the bus pulled up at the corner David could see Lilly waiting, hurriedly writing something on a notepad before placing it in her bag. The pencil skirt was there, as every Friday, delightfully gripping and accentuating her curves created by a delicious black pair of heels. A white blouse finished of the outfit delightful and as she stepped on the bus her presence suddenly became intoxicating.

David moved his briefcase to the floor invitingly, and played the usual morning waiting game, hoping Lilly would approach his row…

 

[Initiate_me]

Another day, another day. Another confident young urban woman, setting off into the wonderful world of work. Lilly stepped lightly onto the bus, graced the driver with a genorous smile as she flashed her pass, and turned to find a seat. The bus was three-quarters-full, as usual. It was raining, as usual. Lilly had a strange penchant for the morning commute. Seeing everyone on the bus, dressed up nicely, faces blank masks, attempting to reach "the zone" for whatever on earth they might do. She liked to guess at their jobs, the regulars. She'd already labelled Mr Big as a landscaper, that awkward teenager as an intern, and he sophisticated greying man as a chef. Something about his spindly hands and pot-belly.

What about this guy? She'd seen him often enough. Every week day on the 43, since she'd started her new position, requiring an earlier bus. He looked strong, and she somehow couldn't imagine him sitting around in an office. She mused on it again, and decided that he was a high-end personal trainer. She was pleased with that, it seemed to fit. The suitcase suggested otherwise, but she preferred her little story.

A seat, a seat, my kingdom for a seat that isn't taken uo by someone's bag, leg or small child. There was one free next to Mr Personal Trainer. She was starting to suspect that he moved his suitcase specially for her, although maybe he did it for everyone. She'd keep an eye out from now on.

Lilly strolled towards him as the bus pulled away from the stop, meeting his eye for a brief moment before sitting on the spare seat directly in front of him instead. If he was interested in some way, there was no need to make it too easy for him. And relationships had given her more than a fair share of trouble.

She straightened her skirt and relaxed, ready for the same old journey.



(Lilly. 5' 6
23 years old
Slim, pert chest, straight dark hair to her back, delicate features)