She Said, He Said, They Said...
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Posted:May 30, 2009 7:04 pm
Last Updated:Apr 29, 2013 2:58 pm
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SHE SAID
My name is Bailey Hawking. I am twenty four years old. I am 5’4” tall, weighs 110 lbs, have light brown hair and brown eyes. I am single, having broken off an engagement to my ex-boyfriend a little over a year ago. I have worked for an advertising agency downtown for the past three years. As it turns out my apartment and job are both located within walking distance of commuter train stations, and so I have therefore ridden the train to and from work each day for the past three years.
Today is Friday. It is 5:20 a.m. Yes, I said 5:20 a.m. Sometimes I can’t believe how I ever get up so early. But today I am right on schedule. I always catch the train at exactly 5:30 a.m.
I have been feeling a little sad because today is going to be my last day riding the train. I will be starting a new job on Monday. While I am excited about the new job, I nevertheless realize that I will miss my daily commute on the train.
After the doors to the train open I step inside the last car. I smile as I take a seat next to my friend, Holly, who is sitting in our usual spot next to the door. Holly and I have ridden the train to work together for the past two years. Holly gets on the train two stops before me and always takes the same seat.
At this time of the morning Holly doesn’t have to save me a seat since the train is nearly empty. Usually there are no more than a few people in the last car. One of those people is a man named Mark Forester. Over the past year and a half Mark has become the object of many of my fantasies. In fact, I like to think that Mark and I have had sex together at least one hundred times ‒ he just doesn’t know it.
Mark gets on the train each morning on the stop between Holly’s stop and my stop. Mark sits on the other side of the train one or two seats back from us each morning. The seats on the train are on the sides facing each other across the aisle so I always start my day seeing his smiling face.
With so few people on the train this early in the morning it is hard not to overhear cell phone conversations. Even though we have never spoken much more than to greet each other, after hearing Mark on the phone at various times over the past eighteen months, I feel as though I have grown to know him.
Mark moved to town eighteen months ago from Florida after getting a promotion at work. Before moving to town Mark had been living with a woman named Jill. Although Mark had asked Jill to move with him, she decided to stay in Florida. One of the first cell phone conversations that Holly and I overheard Mark engaged in occurred a couple of weeks after he started riding the train.
Jill called Mark to tell him she was moving in with someone else. After hanging up Mark turned toward us and realized that we had overheard his conversation. I will never forget the way Mark awkwardly laughed and said, “Well I guess now I know why she didn’t want to move out here with me”. We just smiled and turned away.
A few months later, right after I got on the train one Monday morning, Mark received a call from his mother. Holly was in a conversation with someone else on the train and so only I overheard Mark’s conversation. Mark’s mother was calling to tell him that his father had just died. I watched silently as Mark attempted to comfort his mother even though I could see how much he was hurting.
Before hanging up, I heard Mark tell his mother that he would be there in a few hours. Mark then stood up and walked over in front of the doorway in order to get off the train at the next station. Mark was standing right in front of me as he waited for the train to pull into the next station. As the train was coming to a stop something happened that I can’t exactly explain. I reached out and took his hand. When Mark looked down at me I saw that his eyes were filled with tears. I knew right then that I loved him.
Holly asks me whether I am excited about the new job. I am immediately brought back to reality from thinking about Mark. I respond to Holly that I am very excited but also quite nervous. Holly then tells me that she is sad that this is the last time that we will be riding the train to work together.
I grab Holly and give her a big hug. As we hug I look up and see Mark watching us. When I give Mark a smile over Holly's shoulder, I see an unusual look on his face…
HE SAID
I can’t believe what I just heard. Today is going to be the last time I ever see her. I feel like I have just had the wind knocked out of me. Seriously I am having trouble breathing. When Bailey looked over at me and smiled, I felt as though I was going to throw up or faint. How can this be happening to me. The woman of my dreams is about to disappear forever.
I have wanted to approach her so many times. To ask her to have lunch with me, or to go have a drink. All those times I convinced myself to wait after hearing her and Holly talk about Bailey's breakup with her ex-boyfriend. I shouldn’t have waited. And now it is too late.
I will never forget the very first day that I rode the train. After getting on the train I found a seat near the back. A few minutes later the train stopped at another station. Bailey got on and sat down next to her friend, Holly. After sitting down she turned and looked at me. When I close my eyes I can still see the smile she gave me that first morning.
Bailey is the sexiest woman I have ever known. Well the sexiest woman that I have ever almost known. As I sit here images of Bailey keep popping into my head. The white capri pants that she wore last week that looked like they were painted on her amazing ass. I have never seen a sexier pair of pants on a woman.
The sexy red dress that she wore earlier this week which flowed when she walked toward me. For some unknown reason when I saw her in that dress it felt as though she was naked. When she walked away from me, I saw the thin material from the dress being grabbed by her ass cheeks. That image was still in my head later that night in bed.
A couple of months ago I overheard a couple of guys discussing Bailey after she got off the train at her stop one morning. They were debating whether her breasts were real or not. After much discussion the two guys concluded that her breasts were fake. I smiled to myself totally convinced that they were wrong.
I have seen Bailey in all kinds of tops, some of which were low cut and revealing. I believe that what caused the guys to be fooled is that Bailey’s breasts are incredibly firm and full, even in the upper portion of the breast which is usually a sign that they are fake breasts. What the guys who were discussing Bailey’s breasts failed to consider was the possibility that maybe Bailey simply has perfect breasts.
But the reason I will miss Bailey is not because she is beautiful and sexy. She is so much more to me than that. The day my father died I received a call from my mother while I was on the train on my way to work. After hanging up with my mother, I immediately got up to get off the train. As I stood in front of the door waiting for the train to pull into the station, Bailey did the nicest thing anyone has ever done to me in my entire life. She reached out and took my hand. She didn't say a word. She simply held my hand briefly. When I looked down at her through the tears in my eyes, I saw that she had tears in her eyes too. Right then I knew that I loved her.
THEY SAID
Mark gets on the train at the end of the day desperately hoping that he will have one last chance to see Bailey. As usual the train is more crowded on the ride home than it is in the morning. As a result Mark has to strain to see if Bailey gets on the train at her stop. Finally he stands up to look. When he does he sees Bailey getting on the train. She has to stand since all the seats are taken.
Mark remains standing and for the whole trip Bailey and Mark stare at each other across the train. It is as if they are trying to communicate in some unspoken language.
Right before Bailey’s stop several passengers stand up between her and Mark so she can no longer see him. When the doors open Bailey has no choice other than to get off the train. After getting off the train Bailey walks toward the back of the train and turns and looks through the window. Bailey is disappointed when she sees that Mark is no longer standing where he was before. As the train begins to pull away Bailey slowly turns to her right. Even though she can't see Mark, Bailey continues to turn following the departing train. As she does Bailey sees Mark standing in front of her on the train platform.
Neither of them speak for the longest time. Finally Mark breaks the silence...
"I am Mark Forester".
"Nice to meet you Mark Forester. I am Bailey Hawking", says Bailey as she holds out her hand.
Mark takes Bailey's hand in his. Bailey and Mark both look down at their joined hands. They continue to hold each others hand. Neither of them want to let go - ever.
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Life on the road....
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Posted:Aug 24, 2008 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2015 6:20 am
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I used to blog quite regularly here, but stopped some time ago. seeing as I'm spending most of my time working on the road, maybe it's time I use this as an outlet once again.
so, life on the road..... while i enjoy the travel to agree, i think this 30 - 45 days away from home business is getting quite tiresome. i'm actually working in the l.a. area (riverside, ca to be exact), and spending my birthday alone in a hotel room on a lazt sunday afternoon. just livin' la vida loca. lol. think i have a few more weeks in the area between here and sacramento... then hopefully i'll get a chance to go home for a week. was recently home, but spent most of my time taking care of business back in the town. oh, well.... cest la vie.
let me get my creative juices flowing and i will return to my "erotic literature". hell, if i'm not getting any i might as well write about my fantasies of it, eh? lol
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