Can a total stranger’s kiss wake a sleeping beauty with such a feeling that all she can think about is being kissed just one more time by him?
Macy Contrail had quite the week. The holiday feast with her extended family of thirty was more than she wanted to deal with. Her waistline felt the overbearing push from too much pumpkin pie and a lot of alcohol to go with it. Being that was about the only way she could handle most of the broody bunch. Then to have her flight canceled due to a wicked snowstorm on her connecting flight several states away, she opted for something she had always wanted to do any ways. A train ride through the countryside, taking her passed several states of snow covered scenery, to take her back home.
By the time she would have gotten a new flight the following day, she would already be half way home. So as romantic as the idea was in her mind, she didn’t think through being stuck on a train with other people, who also may have had a crazy holiday as well. Wondering if this idea would end well.
The train station had an old world charm romantic feel to it. Hard wood benches filled up with people waiting for their train to be ready to depart. Macy cast a glance with piercing blue eyes and caught the eyes of a sexy stranger. He looked the part of sexiest man of the year, with his light-brown hair and light blue-green eyes. However, it was his smile of curiosity from him already looking at her that made her wonder. Was he checking her out or was he just looking in her direction? So she did the normal procedure to see if there was anyone else around her that was of his potential interest. With a glance to her left, she saw two old ladies, one knitting and one playing on her tablet. With a glance to her right in his direction, there was an exhausted mother of three small children who looked like they were all ready to explode. She turned around behind to herself, to see if there was an attractive female whom he was staring at and there were only a few old men discussing baseball stats. So was he looking at her?
When she turned back around and looked directly at him, he had a wickedly sexy smile on his face, and his eyes lit up with laughter as to say, ‘I was checking you out silly’, or so she let herself think.
She watched him get up and walk to a magazine stand where he began to look through a few magazines, but not without turning around twice to cast a smile her way. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was flirting and that held excitement in itself with a man of his looks, muscular build and his holiday navy blue suit, or perhaps he was a business traveler. Either way, he was sexy and just her type. So she could only hope he was on her train.
She grabbed her carryon and made a quick dash to the ladies room to freshen up. She took her fingers through her long curly blonde hair and added volume to the roots by teasing with her fingers. She ran some concealer under her eyes, freshened her mascara and took out her red berry lip-gloss for an added allure. By the time she made it out, her train was loading and sexy stranger was nowhere in sight.
A small part of her heart pinched as she looked crazily around for him in every direction but realized that it was time to head towards her train seat. Since the ride was long, she had purchased a cabin that would be shared with another rider. She could only hope that her sexy stranger was riding her way and perhaps sharing her cabin. Instantly, a sexual fantasy popped into her head about how improbable it would be to have sex with an incredibly good-looking stranger on a train. Very James Bond, if she had to admit to herself. However, the fantasy lingered in her brain as she boarded the train and was instructed where to find her cabin.
When she stepped inside the small room with four seats that reclined to sleepers and a removable table, she decided to get situated with a pillow and blanket. It was already dark out, and the majority of the ride would start out in darkness. Her romantic notion of snow covered scenery would have to wait until the wee morning hours.
It was pass the dinner hour, so at this point a short nap might do her some good and help alleviate all the exhaustion her family drama left her with. With her earplugs in her ears and a small blanket and pillow to guide her, she was fast asleep in no time.
Macy wasn’t sure if it was the movement of the train or the presence of a person in the room. She had dreamt that the man from earlier at the station had kissed her. A kiss so passionate and wanting that it felt so real. She didn’t want to wake from her dream, yet the presence just cleared his throat and the darkness of the cabin was only being lit by a small soft light next to his face.
There he sat. Directly across from her. Looking sexier than she remembered from the station. Could she be dreaming? Was she still sleeping? Then his deep timber voice spoke out into the cabin over the train wheel sound from outside.
“Well hello sleepy head. We’re about an hour into the train ride. I was about to get a drink and perhaps a late-night dessert. Can I get you anything?”
His voice stroked her skin as his words made her body realize there was an attraction for this man not only for his looks, but his demeanor as well. She straightened up her posture and gave him a coy smile. “Yes. That would be lovely.”
Then perhaps it was her polite social upbringing, but she offered her hand by leaning forward and telling him her name. “Macy Contrail.”
He reached out, grabbed her hand as if she was a princess and kissed it. “Mathew Simms.” As he said his name, his blue-green eyes, light brown hair and trailing of freckles over his face, mesmerized her. He had facial features that were cut and distinguished, giving him a look of masculinity that caused a stirring from deep within. Then he stood up and released her hand which he had still been holding. “It’s my pleasure to meet you Macy Contrail. I will be right back with a nightcap and some dessert.”
As soon as he left the cabin, she pulled out a mirror from her purse and examined her hair and makeup. Luckily, for her, she still looked all pulled together, plus or minus some hairs that were matted down from sleeping. She ran her fingers through her hair and reapplied some lip gloss. By the time he came back, she had done some mental breathing to pull herself together. Because like the sound of the wheels from the train making a repetitive noise, so was the question in her brain. What are the odds? What are the odds?
All she could think about was replaying the kiss from him in her dreams. The kiss that was so erotic it woke her from her sleep and caused her to realize that her fantasy man was here, right in this very space with her. So perhaps, since luck was her fortune tonight, maybe they might be able to complete the fantasy. That missing her flight had a much brighter side to it after all.
By the time he returned, her mind was made up. She was going to toss out the idea of sex on a train as soon as the moment was right.
They sat across from each other and discussed the odds of making eye contact at the station and sharing a cabin. They talked about the long train ride through the night and the recent holiday. The suspense was killing her. Every second that passed, his voice, his laugh, the way his eyes lit up and his smile curved upwards with sexual satisfaction; she couldn’t contain herself. She felt like a tightly wound up toy ready to be released and twirl around. She could hear her heart beating faster with each fantasy she drew up in her mind about how sculpted his muscles must be underneath his navy business suit. It really had not been that long into the conversation, but the cheesecake dessert they shared and the glasses of wine were gone, and she had to know if there was a chance that her fantasy could come true.