The Choice
He made the choice casually.
He liked to say he was reliable; others knew him to be cautious to a fault. This particular choice was just one of the many offhand decisions that any person makes each day. He made the cautious and responsible choice without paying any attention.
How was he to know this one choice would turn into an obsession?
The day started like any other Monday morning. Penn Station was busy. He remembers being distracted by his laptop case that weighed down his right shoulder. His mind filled with thoughts about his presentation the next day.
He remembers being excited about having rare day off in Washington, DC before his meetings. Maybe he’d go to a museum; maybe he’d just wander around the Mall. It was a lovely, sunny spring day. He usually planned things out, but this time he decided to play it by ear and see what the day would bring.
He settled into his seat and got to work. He always worked on the train – he was just that kind of guy. Then, he dropped his pen and everything changed.
He leaned out into the aisle to pick up his pen and happened to glance up the passageway between the seats. That’s when he spotted her leg, the elegant, sheer stocking in the shaft of sunlight. He couldn’t take his eyes off the curve of her calf muscles, the slope of the top of her foot, her toes hidden from view inside the glossy black high-heeled pumps.
“Sexy legs,” he thought, “I should check her out.” Just as he was about get out of his seat and take a casual stroll up to the front of the crowded car, he glanced down at his full laptop case. He reluctantly pulled his mind back under control and made the choice to take one last glance through the documents.
As he shifted his legs he realized that the glimpse of her leg and shoe had given him a slight bulge in his slacks. “Okay, I’m doing it,” he thought putting his laptop to the side. “I’m going to see who has those amazing legs.”
As his laptop shut down, he leaned out into the aisle. Yes! That one leg was still poking slightly into the aisle. His sharp intake of breath embarrassed him as he saw how her shoe had slipped off her stocking covered heel. “She’s killing me,” he thought. “If she’s wearing Cuban heels that means she’s wearing stockings and a garter belt. Who wears that mid morning on a workday? I have to meet this woman.”
Still wondering if that great pair of legs belonged to an equally sexy body, the too loud speakers came to life, “Washington, DC, Union Station. All doors will open on the right side,” intoned the disembodied voice.
He jumped out of his seat but it was too late. Other morning commuters were crowding the aisle, getting belongings from the overhead and standing at attention to get off the train.
A casual stroll up the aisle wasn’t going to happen. There was no way he could get up there without making a scene. That wasn’t really a choice; his nature compelled him to avoid making a scene over something like this. But, he wanted to see her. If he could just see her face, he’d be able to get back to normal. His mind quickly shifted into problem solving mode.
As he stood up, he realized to his chagrin that he still had a sight bulge in his pants. He looked around as he discretely adjusted himself. “How embarrassing,” he thought, “One look of a shapely leg and I’ve got a hardon.”
He told himself sternly, “Get it together.” He forced his mind to think about how to meet her. It seemed simple. They’d both get off the train and he’d just happen to walk next to her and strike up a conversation. “That’s what I’ll do,” he thought feeling relieved.
His laptop case shifted on his shoulder so he put it on the floor. He bent down to tuck his pen in the side pocket and glanced up though the sea of legs. A flash of glistening nude stockings disappeared under a deep wine colored coat. He couldn’t take his eyes off the slim stilettos holding up those shapely legs.
Immediately his hardon stiffened as he felt his throbbing cock begin to twitch with a mind of its own . He looked around as he pulled his laptop case onto his shoulder and around in front, trying to cover up the now very obvious bulge in his suit trousers.
He tried to catch a glimpse of her face through the crush of jostling bodies. He saw a fleeting movement of blonde hair. That distinctive wine colored coat tantalized him.
“Oh come on. Just turn around so I can see your face and get on with my day.” He thought with mounting frustration as the train pulled into the station.
“Okay, what’s Plan B?” His mind shifted into overdrive to find the solution to his problem. He thought to himself, “She’ll walk up the aisle to that door, but if I turn around I can go out the door to the back. I’ll catch up with her on the platform. It’ll be nice and casual.”
Satisfied with his plan in place, he turned away from her and towards the door in the back of the car, forcing the three people in front of him to turn around as well.
The train rolled to a stop and the door swished open. He kept leaning forward, willing the people in front to get off the damn train. He kept glancing back but could only see a brief flash of her red coat.
A thud pulled his attention forward as he realized the people in front of him weren’t moving. “Get going,” his mind cried impatiently, his body shifting from one foot to the other, his swollen balls rubbing on his thighs.
“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he realized his mistake immediately as he looked at the person struggling to get two pieces of heavy luggage wedged into the top bin.” Plan B might not work the way he’s planned.
“Okay,” he thought, “I’ll catch up to her in the station or at the very latest, she’ll be out front. This can still work.”
He glanced back the other way to see the red coat pause in the doorway. The bodies blocking his view shifted and suddenly he could see her.
“Ohhhhhh damn, she’s amazing,” he stood stock still feeling his cock twitch. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the curve of her slim neck, her hair in an elegant chignon, the slim earrings swinging slightly back and forth. He realized her face was turning towards the back of the car. “She’s so beautiful,” he thought as her glance took in the whole view at his end. Their eyes locked. A deep red blush began to bloom on his face as he saw her mouth begin to curve in a slight smile.
“What is she thinking? Does she notice me? Can she tell I’m blushing? She can’t see my hardon but why is she smiling like that? Can she tell I’m looking at her? She is so beautiful. Those eyes. Those lips.”
He realized his mouth is hanging slightly open and he clamped it shut, gulping a swallow, as he stared at her.
She held his gaze for just a moment too long and her lips began to curve further up.
His mind raced, “Is she smiling at me? What is she thinking? Can she tell I want to meet her, need to meet her, and must meet her? Does she know how I’m feeling?”
She slowly turned away and disappeared from view.
He turned back and forth, felt the adrenaline rush. “Should I turn around and go forward out the same door or wait here and go out my door? Oh wait, my line is moving. I’ll catch up to her in the station. I can make it. I’ll run after her as soon as these idiots move out of the way.”
“Come on, come on,” he almost muttered out loud as the logjam finally broke and he stumbled down onto the platform. His eyes wide and agitated took in the platform at a glance.
She was gone.
He began to move quickly now, dodging around people then standing frustrated and unable to race up the crowded elevator. “Come on, come on,” he chanted out loud. He was now moving fast, not caring how he looked. Other people turned, startled to see him racing through the open cavern of Union Station towards the doors.
He slammed through the heavy, orate door into the sunlight skidding to a stop and frantically looking around the curb area. “She has to be here,” he pleaded silently.
A flash of red caught his attention. His eyes widen as the coat is drawn into the back seat of the black town car. He just stood there, gulping air, as he watched that long leg disappear when the driver shut the door.
He remembered that he immediately sprung into action. “I can still catch her, at this point I don’t even care what she thinks. I just have to meet this woman,” he thinks. “I’ll grab a cab and follow her, I’ve got to try’ I can’t let her get away.”
He ran to the first taxi. The man in charge of the cab stand line blocked his way, “Line starts back there,” he pointed firmly.
“But, I have to follow that car,” he sputterd, looking up to see the town car pull away from the curb.
“Yeah, you’re in a hurry, you and everyone else. Get in line.”
His shoulder slumped as he walked back to the end of the line, dreaming of those long legs, sheer stockings, perfect ankle, and sexy high heels. His cock began to swell again, pushing out and starting to drip precum.
He knew how the presentation would go. He’d worked hard. He was prepared. It was just work and he was good at it. That choice to take one last look at his notes wouldn’t make any difference. But, that woman was the type of woman who does make a difference.
“Hey buddy, you’re next,” the cab line attendant’s shout broke into his mental turmoil.
He moved forward and heard the attendant grumble, “Yeah, everyone is in a hurry. But, you gotta pay attention.”
“You’re right,” he thought ruefully, “I need to pay attention to the things that really matter.”
It was one of many simple decisions he would make over a lifetime. If he knew that one choice would haunt him, he would have paid attention.
Really enjoyed reading this. Great job Ms. O!
Thanks john! Immediately after I pressed “publish” I wanted to rewrite it! ~laughs~ But, I guess that’s why it’s my first erotic story…there will be more erotic stories and, hopefully, you see me find my ‘voice’ as an erotic fiction writer!
Oh Mistress Olivia, I just loved that story! I can so vividly picture it happening to me…seeing you on a train.
Dear ffrht …. ~smiles~ …. Would YOU have gotten distracted by one last look at your work (that was already done) or would YOU have made the choice to look at and/or meet her? What would YOUR choice have been? ~smiles~ Because I think I know the answer but want YOU to say it!
My choice would have been to definitely meet her (you!)!
~grinz~ Remember the line from Jerry Maguire….”You had me at hello.” …. ?
Would your line be something like…..”You had me at “the sunlight glinted off her silky stocking….” ~grinz~
Hi,
Great story so far. I love the suspense (I’m not usually a suspense fan but this scene is well constructed.)
I look forward to reading more. 🙂
xxx,
Jenni Matsuo
Thanks so much Jennni and that’s a huge compliment from you because I know you read non fiction mostly! Awwwww, ~smiles~
Wow, what a great start I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Thanks Forrest! I’m really excited that I DID IT and posted it ~grinz~ I’m pretty excited that I’ve started ☺
WOW!! WOW!! I need to take lessons from You on writing stories. My heart was racing along with his as he so desperately was trying catch up with You (don’t deny she is You). You truly have a gift. But i would of chased your car like a rabbi dog lol. i was sad when he didn’t catch You though, i was so into it. Wow great story!!
OMG really bumkin? YAY YAY and YAY! I’m telling you this is much more difficult….like most things there’s a learning curve and I’m sure learning how to translate the vebal story telling to the written word! It’s exciting when I *hit it* right and to hear that you wanted to race after her car….OMG, Meeeee tooooooo…….
Of course, I think he should have made the choice to meet her on the train! His work stuff didn’t matter at all in the end. Now, that’s not to say I think anyone should blow off work…..but more about paying attention and seizing “the moment” when it does present itself. It’s still being responsible but there’s sometimes that line where responsibility ends up being a detriment to a fully lived life. Not sure if I’m explaining that well….but I know you *get it* right?
I do get it and want more!! To be honest with my shyness i would have hesitated as well. But man if it was You i wouldn’t have been so polite…people get out of my way!! Lol great stuff love to read more. Thank You Mistress Olivia.
~giggles~ You make Me SMILE bumkin! I can see you doing that too! 🙂 Soooo….you think I should write MORE…..*teasing voice*…..~smiles~
A story? There have been many times as a stocking and shoe fetishist that I’ve change my route at a station to get a better look at a classically dressed lady. And I know the frustration too when all that is offered is a tantalising tease of nylon or heel.
~smiles~ at Clark Kent…..ahhhhh, so in your situation this wouldn’t be erotic fiction … this would be REALITY!? ~giggles~ Spoken like a true fan of stockings, high heels and all sorts of yummy silky things!
Oh Ms Olivia!
Hot doesn’t begin to describe this!
Can’t wait to read the next installment! 😉
Thanks so much Ms Sloane! ~laughs~ Ohhhhhh I see you have spring fever! ~smiles~ YUMMY and your erotic story is hot and sexy! You GO girl! 🙂
Great start Ms. Olivia
I like the pace, and just like your style of teasing, you aren’t giving too much too soon.
Looking forward to more
Thanks wellspanked and thank you again for your earlier support when I was so nervous about doing this! I’m taking your advice and I’m going to write what I want to read. Now, that might not be fun for the folks looking for a verbal xhamster video discription ~laughs~ but I’m going to write what I like for this April series of four chapters and then see how things go after that.
This is really well written Ms Olivia! You should have lots of confidence in your story telling skills, because this was wonderful! I liked how you got inside the protagonists head, and revealed his thoughts and emotions… you set the scene nicely, and that teasing, tantalizing glimpse of a leg… Nice. I’m really looking forward to where you’re going next with this!
Why THANK you so much Ms Harper! I love, love, love to read and I’m already critiquing my own writing against some of my personal favorite authors (not a smart or good thing to do!). ~laughs~ But, I’m so glad that I’m writing this with My Mistress friends because it helps to be part of the group buzz/support for this new adventure! THANK YOU for your support!
You know I ADORE your blogs and have long conversations with you about BDsm culture, etc because you’re real, funny and, oh yeah, WICKED! I’m excited to see where your story goes after “Hello pet”….that cliffhanger made me go ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Oooh, I was so hoping our hero would make the right choice, grabbing his opportunity to meet the woman of his dreams. Very good writing, definitely drew me in and got me emotionally invested. Can’t wait for next week!
THANK YOU so much Ms Piper! Writing erotic fiction (written not storytelling) is totally new to me and I’m, of course, being more than a little geeky about it! ~laughs~ You can see of my Wish List all the fiction writing books….plots, storylines, how to’s, etc. So, it’s obvious I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’m so glad we’re doing the April Fiction Fest where a group of Mistresses are participating and posting erotic fiction! It sure helps to be in a group and thank you for your support! I’m going to zip around all the blogs and read/comment on all the stories posted….but I wanted to get my plot outline done for this one so I don’t get…..ahem…..distracted by your hot writing! ~grinz~
Olivia this was fabulous. You really set the scene so well and built up the suspense so incredibly. I just loved the way it started so casually with him and his tension kept building and building. I could really feel his frustration, anxiety and tension building. That takes talent. And the detail was really good. That makes such a difference. i have written professionally most of my life, so I have seen a lot of different good writing. And this was up there. I would love to talk to you about writing sometime. I can’t wait to read the next hot installment. Excellent work.
WOW and thank you so much for the compliment bfla! I’ve never done fiction before so I was a little nervous and tweeted about having writer’s block! LOL A Mistress who is tongue tied? ~giggles~ Writing erotic fiction is something I’ve been thinking about for about a year or so. I got TONS of how to write fiction books from My Wish List last year and have been absorbing them…..then, this Fiction Fest by the Mistresses was just the *push* I needed to actually stop researching and START WRITING! I worked on the plot outline yesterday so now I have a sense of where things are going….you, and everyone else, will have to wait…..which, I hope, continues to build up the an-ti-ci-pation! ~grinz~
Oh this really had a lot of suspense and mystery! Love it!
WOW WOW WOW Thank you so much Scarlet! Can you tell that I love to read THRILLERS!? ~grinz~ This isn’t going to end up a full mystery but I’m sure enjoying learning how to write erotic fiction! ~smiles~ Thank you so much for taking your time to comment!
Oh Mistress; so well done! Oh those decisions that changed our lives… Thanks for helping me with mine. 😀
Thank you so much neelia! ~grinz~ I love *helping* you with your …. ahem …. decision making process! ~giggles~
On a serious note, thank you so much for your comment. While I’m flirty and teasing, which you know, I also do firmly believe that something things shouldn’t (and probably can’t) be denied. Orgasms yes….but a submissive nature or yearning, no. I’m excited to see where the rest of the story goes! I did the plot outline yesterday so MORE STUFF will happen! ~smiles~
Dear Milady Olivia,
What an intriguing beginning to the story… for some strange reason, I have the feeling this could be an international intrigue Woman of Mystery in Washington D.C. the ordinary feller, I can relate, being safe, and cautious, but somehow getting involved with something more exotic, erotic…a Woman of Mystery.
THANK YOU Aaron for your comment! Can you tell, I love reading fiction in the Mystery/Thriller type of style? ~grinz~ I actually DID think about doing international setting because I’ve traveled all over the world so I can make those descriptions believable (I hope!) …. but decided to save the international part for another story. I’m really enjoying the learning and, yes, the writing. It’s taking WAY longer than I thought it would so there are delays in other areas like answering blog comments! But, this is a momentary adjustment! So, thank you for being patient ~smiles~ The next installment will post this Friday.
I have decided to stop regular Cock Stroker Academy posts for April and concentrate on the Erotic Fiction Fest…but, I’ll start the Cock Stroker Academy posts back up in May. That’s actually fitting because May is National Masturbation Month! ~grinz~ Do WE need month to celebrate?
Wonderful, MsOlivia! Very much enjoyed the exploits here of the stalker *cough* I mean obsessed man. Kidding! Kidding!
I have to say what I especially loved about the story was the little details. His laptop bag on his right shoulder. The train stations. His thoughts about what to do in DC. Stuff like that. That’s what brings a story alive for me.
As for the woman I love her air of mystery. Who is she? Did she actually notice him or was she perhaps thinking about a lover while smiling? What would she have said if the man’s plan had borne fruit? Wonderful to think on.
~giggles~ Yeah, I sort of had to write that obsession part very carefully. 🙂
I’m so glad you enjoyed the details! I like the details when I read … and I do read a LOT! I don’t tend to put all the fiction on My Wish List because I’d be overrun with books!
Ohhhhhh….thanks for describing your questions about HER! Did you read the next installment: The Mistress and The Decision. ???
BTW, I do have an outline and I know where things are going…..but the characters are doing new things and that’s pretty exciting too!