Subway Encounters - The Mystery Hottie on the Subway part un

I saw a yummy yummy guy on the subway the other day. He was tall, trim but not too skinny, had dark brown hair, broad shoulders, big hands, a beautiful smile and had obviously come from some sort of soccer practice (which is why I'll excuse the soccer shorts and jersey). He was wearing the cutest aqua colored Reebok sneakers and was totally fit but not too buff. He had big brown eyes and a gentle but handsome face. A face I would have loved to sit on. I noticed him because he kept staring at me, which I caught in the corner of my eye. One glimpse at him and I was immediately fine with being stared at. I subtly checked him out(Guys, if you think girls aren't thinking like little perverts when we check you out, think again. Once I do the overall scan, I then imagine him naked and the characteristics of his package. I also look at how he carries himself and, in full detail, imagine what he's like in bed). All mental images of him were hott.

I mustered up the courage to turn my head and look at him, but he caught me. Suddenly, I found myself locked in a mutual gaze with a perfect and handsome stranger for a few intense seconds. Then we broke; both a little shy... Then he continued to stare, not like a creep (even though that would have been fine, too,) but like a cute shy guy copping stares when he thought I wasn't looking.

I continued writing in my composition book, you know, to keep cool and noticed that he was attempting to read my words. So I decided to write this: "The guy sitting next to me is Hot! I'd run my fingers through his gorgeous brown hair and kiss his big brown eyes. Yum." I knew when he was done reading it because his face turned red and a Cheshire cat smile stretched across his face. He continued to stare at me, but with a big, bashful grin until he leaned over and asked my name. He was a little shy... We exchanged very few words.

The subway arrived at my destination, 7th and Metro, so I had to go. I stood up and said bye, and then as I walked toward the door, he asked for my phone number.I didn't have enough time! The subway would have left with me still in it so we missed out on the number swap. Damn! I thought the way we met was totally hot and wished that he had asked for the digits sooner. Instead, he waited until the last moment as did I; I should have told him the next stop was mine.

This guy was sooo hot! I mean hot-hot! Like the kind of guy you'd do extra naughty things with but could still take home to mom and dad. The kind of guy that you know could be a hunter and slam you against the wall, pin your arms up, thrust his strong body against yours and kiss you, yet would probably make you homemade soup if you were sick or buy you tampons when your cramps prevent you from getting them yourself. The kind of guy who refuses to climax before you.

I am such a fucking boy junkie, clearly.... Because I want that man so badly and I don't even know him! This guy will always remain a mystery to me... If I happen to see him again, sweet. If not, oh well; I can't miss what I don't know.