Before the Sway

However, despite her best effort, Matt felt that something was radiating from her. She was into a serious set of thoughts. Not one to want to make the situation worse, Matt forced himself to take his shielded eyes away from her. Whatever was going on was not his business.

A few stops later

A quick glance showed the lady appearing to be frantically texting on her phone. Whoever was getting her messages was getting a handful. Her fingers moving very furiously. But strangely, between pauses, it appeared as if she was holding her breath and trying to hold perfectly still.

The only motion that appeared was her tipping her heels back (effectively pointing the toes way up) and a slight tremor of her calves. Once that moment, whatever that moment was, passed, she’d relax and resume intensely frantic texting. Even the supporting hand gestures suggested that she was trying to convince the other person of her point. Too bad they couldn’t see her animated pointing and waving of the phone between messages.

The motion reminded Matt of a gal he once say begging and pleading with her overly handsie boyfriend to ease up groping her in public. That frantic yet controlled plea for mercy that boyfriends just ignored to get the feel they wanted. Could this intense texting have anything to do with her body language? Probably not.

The rough part of the track was one that seriously swayed the train side to side as well a up and down. It was almost like a roller coaster ride. Matt’s attention lasered in tightly on this woman. The bumpiness of the ride would catch anyone by surprise if they weren’t ready. Some had fallen out of their seats from the extreme car’s motion. Strap hangers who weren’t ready often found themselves embarrassingly pulling their faces out of boobs and crotches.

As the passage rocked the car, the woman seemed oblivious to what was going on, even the guy who nearly spilled all his coffee on her. Her head down, her thoughts into her phone, her free hand clutching the seat white knuckle hard.

This was not the hand of someone worried about the motion of the train. This was someone trying to hide something pressing and hot. The way her hips moved and ground the seat, only as a women in heat would. gave her secret away. She was in the middle of some serious sexual struggle.

Matt, now fully attentive, wondered if his thoughts were at all influenced by the smut his wife had described to him over breakfast. She had been reading a bit too much of that mess and was trying to convince him that using a rubber band around his sack would make him enjoy sex more. Not. A. Chance.

However, this lady in the train, was she really having a moment? Was this for real?

Then he saw it.

Her hands tightened around the phone as she pulled her purse very close. The scarf fell away and the crimson nature of her face told the tale. The train, now on smooth track, had no tremor rumbling through the chassis, yet her cheeks were quivering as someone trying very hard not to call out the name of her lover.

She looked up at the ceiling.

Sweat was evident on her, granted just a slight glimmer of sheen.

She was super aroused.

She shook her head twice before tucking her chin down and slapping the phone on her thigh a few times. Her lips let slip inaudibly the words “Mercy” three times as she did some seriously deep breathing.

No one was the wiser, except Matt. This was trance like. This was watching a scene from a movie. This was one of his stupid childhood thoughts that everyone had crushed as being ridiculous. No one in their right mind got off in public spaces.

But here was this woman.

It couldn’t be true. He had to have had drifted off on the train and was mixing up the morning’s chat with the sight of the lady coming into the train all dazed. It just had to be.

Towards the end of the ride, several stops to go

The show had ended. The woman was well collected. She was reading a paper. Her very calm and normal commuter look and posture was in full effect. The scarf was put away, the look of boredom resting well on her face. If she had had a moment before, no one would have known.

She had glanced at him a few times with a tiny hint of suspicion. He knew she couldn’t have seen his eyes through the glasses, even when she had kept flipping glances his way between pages.

Some guy, at one of the stops, came in all belligerent. He was mad that he was late. He was mad that there were no seats. He was mad that he was underpaid. He was mad that no one got up for him.

The lady who had the scene got up and offered her seat. The man all too eagerly took it. Matt now felt the need to offer her his seat. But he was not sure she would take it.