Red Line Curls

I hadn't noticed her walk up, I was leaning against a low wall waiting for the Red Line back toward the Metro Center when I looked up and there she was. Immediately drawn by her short, curly blonde hair I wondered how she just suddenly appeared just a few steps in front of me. I hadn't really been paying much attention to the people around me, but I should have noticed someone with such sexy hair if she walked by. Looking at her more intently, I did see she was tall, nearly as tall as me, but she was fairly slender. My only view was from behind, so I didn't see her face until she turned to look up at the sign to check on how soon the train was expected to arrive.

With my luck, I had expected her to be either very old or very unattractive, but the brief glimpse I got of her face encouraged me. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but certainly someone I would call attractive. I certainly felt attracted to her. When the train arrived, I followed her into the car and sat at a seat not far from her. Once in the train, I could look a bit closer at her face. Her eyes were a deep, almost steel blue and she had very prominent cheekbones, giving her an almost rugged beauty.

Her lips were full and large, colored almost a maroon red by the lipstick. Looking down her neck, I would see that she worked out some. With small but nicely shaped breasts, she had a slight hint of cleavage showing from the blouse she was wearing. Looking intently, I thought I saw the slightest hint of bra.

Suddenly I noticed her close her jacket and when I glanced up at her face, I could see she caught me glimpsing at her breasts. She had an odd look in her face, it seemed as if she was proud she had attracted my attention, and proud that I took the time to look her over so closely. Smiling, she let her coat fall back open and reached up to adjust her blouse, exposing a bit more for me to gaze at.

Feeling my cock grow in my pants, I waited until she looked away and quickly adjusted myself, but before I could finish, she had looked back my way. I made a face and shrugged as she tossed her head back, letting her curly hair flop about her face. She was enjoying the discomfort she was creating in me. Soon the train pulled into Metro Center and I stood up, holding my bag in front of me to conceal my erection. I stepped off the train, noticing she was also getting off at this stop.