When the train came in, I maneuvered myself so as to get on next to him. As I glanced sideways to look at him, he pretended to ignore me he was standing with his hands crossed in front of him, holding a small plastic carrier-bag. “He’s definitely one of us!” I thought to myself and I arranged to casually stand a few yards away from him, facing the platform edge. He was short and rather cute.Īs I passed him, our eyes met for just too long. He was young, about 22, and his face was clean-shaven with freckles over his nose and cheeks. What struck me about him was his short, unruly pale ginger hair, strikingly pale-blue eyes and his baggy beige cotton trousers, worn below a plain white polo shirt and a green blazer. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I passed him on the platform. Then read my story Baggy Trousers - A Tube Encounter
How often have you stood on a crowded tube train, pressed hard against a cute sexy guy like this?
