The Bus Ride

After climbing into the bus she started moving through the crowd of people and find a seat on the back of the bus. Pulling all her stuff carefully to not hit anyone she sat down on the plastic chair, having her earphones into her ears all the time. She looked into the front and stared away into deepness as the bus started moving on the route through the dark streets.

On a barely lit bus stop he waited for the transport to arrive and a few blocks away he saw the big structure making a stop. It was a cold night and he wanted to get quickly into the bus to put himself out of the winter cold. After a second stop, the bus made a quick stop before him where he went in. Just like any other day he moved through the tight bunch of people scanning the area for a place to sit when he saw her and her beautiful set of eyes glanced back in his direction. He tried to get by her side but he couldn’t move closer to her, fate had put him just there to see her but not allowed him to get near. Suddenly their sights made contact as they looked at each other and he realized there was something special in her, he could see the fire in her eyes, challenge sparkled in her look, determined and filled with passion her eyes bewitched him. 

While her soul dived into the tenderness of his sight, the depth of his stare, the comfort he made her feel the safety and calm. It was a relaxing and yet intense moment. They were moving into each other’s eyes, she felt herself sliding into his view with him and then she felt how both of them submerged within her own sight. Seconds became hours and days and suddenly they felt each other close, too close and started seeing a future with each other, together. The moment when they started living together and scenes of their day to day life started parading before their sights. It was a dream that wasn’t meant to end.

She stood up, her stop was close and moved towards the exit, though she was getting closer to him, and wondered if she was really moving to the exit or following her impulse to be with him, then the bus had a rough stop.

He could see her stumble as she lost balance right in front of him and stretch his hand to help her from falling. He then grabbed her and she hold his hand tight then recovered her stand.

She felt his strong grasp helping her up, holding her tight, grabbing her firmly and a shiver went from her hand all the way to her back and down her spine, she felt her heart beat went faster and she noticed how her breathing became rough noticeable as her chest rose and fell while she tried to catch her breath back.

He noticed a change in her breathing and her breasts bounced slightly faster, she got back up straight and fixed her hair leaving a delicious smell in the air in which he felt his senses numb and his mind blurred getting drunk in the girl's scent.

She looked back at the man who helped her there was fire in his eyes and his sight made her body react passionately as she was before him.

Then the time came and the bus opened his doors before the girl and noticed the familiar scenario. It was her stop. She walked out into the cold night feeling the man's touch through her skin still keeping that feeling through all her body as she walked out.

In the dark night the guy went away within the bus his senses still numbed by the girl's fragrance and in his mind keeping recorded the mark of the minute lasting lover that fate threw into his hand. Probably never to see her again but always to remind in a corner of his mind...