Before the Sway

Now that she was standing, the man who took her seat was a bit too preoccupied with her rear-end. A few times he had tried to touch but pulled himself back. No one was paying attention.

Matt had leaned forward and adjusted himself in a ready to pounce pose. If the man went for her rear, he was ready to jump in and rescue her and pound the guy out.

It was a reflexive thing. His wife hated it. He was married, she kept reminding him there was no purpose in being gallantly chivalrous anymore. It was no longer cute. Or needed. Matt hated that talk, felt like his wings were being clipped.

However, his wife was not there. The lady seemed unaware. It was his civic duty to step in to prevent crime if it was possible to do so safely.

The lady turned, must have given the guy a look, he leaned back scared with his hands up in the air in surrender. The woman then shifted and moved around two strap hangers and stood in front of Matt. Of course, he straightened up and offered his seat while removing his sunglasses.

The lady smiled and declined. He insisted. She declined with very sweet politeness. Almost too familiar a polite vibe at that.

Her loss, he thought to himself as he replaced his sunglasses.

Moments later, he heard the buzz of a phone. Being leaned back in his seat, he waited for her to reach for her phone, as it was in the direction of the sound. The buzz continued. She didn’t move. In fact, she appeared totally motionless. The buzz intensified.

Phones didn’t do variable intensity vibrations, the puzzled Matt wondered.

She must have sensed his wonderment as she looked at him in surprise and embarrassment. It was not her phone.

The buzzing was not her phone!

He could see the screen was dark. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes searching to see if he was aware of her buzzing.

Matt opted not to move at all. If the buzz was what his mind was telling him it was, then, he’d best act like nothing was going on.

The train smoothly stopped and the guy next to him abruptly got up to leave. His hurry was not necessary, but the abrasive push nearly knocked the lady back into the seat behind her.

The woman in that seat, watching the whole scene, was no help either. She rudely pushed with all her might the backside of the buzzing lady. She was unable to correct for both violent shoves. With a yelp, she plopped over onto Matt’s lap… already quickly scrambling to move herself over to the now empty seat.

This drew the attention of many riders who quickly and audibly chastised both the man and woman for being exceptionally rude. The near fight that ensued allowed the buzzing lady to gather herself without attention into the seat. However, Matt was now very distinctively aware that he was in the presence of feminine power of the aroused variety.

She did apologize. She did ask if he was OK. She really meant it and was mortified by what had happened. In his best voice, he reassured that his concerns was with her and her well being, as he was fine.

They soon struck up a polite conversation about nothing as the rest of the riders drifted back into their morning zombie mode. Her name was Sally. She was smart and good with the polite banter. That is until the buzzing returned.

Her face flushed. Her lips quivered. Her eyes flickered. She tried. She really tried to keep the conversation smoothly going. To the untrained eye, one would have assumed the humor Matt was using was actually working and she was enjoying the unexpected conversation with the very man she had flopped on.

He could tell in her eyes that she was very grateful that he had switched to being funny. It was providing the ideal cover for her redness. The buzzing grew in intensity. He stepped up his humor, allowing her to double over while clutching her purse to hide the hips digging hard into the seat.

He removed his sunglasses and turned to face her, pretending she had said something smart and funny that caused him to nearly double over as he was trying to suppress laughing very loudly.

She was very close to him, giggling, definitely not into the conversation as much. Her panting and deep breathing would have aroused most men, but Matt was in a different frame of mind. He was protecting this lady’s innocence. Granted, to him, she was anything but innocent. She was in the throws of passionate heat.