His seat was a hallway, he was free from the window. I knew that the train did many stops until CÃ¡diz so he decided not to take the place of the window, thinking that sooner or later someone could occupy it and I wanted to put on his headphones, listen to his music and relax the hour and three quarters that lasted the travel.He closed his eyes and concentrated on his music. A song. Two songs. Three songs. He had had a hard day and it was his time to avoid everything. He may fall asleep a few minutes. He lost a little the notion of time until someone touched his shoulder and disturbed the tranquility he was immersed. She was a woman, who asked permission to be able to move into her seat. He did not cross his gaze with her. Her light blue dress called all her attention. He turned to the side, leaving her pass, and she turned his back as he moved on his seat.Everything went to slow motion. He could not look away from his butt. The dress was tight enough to intuit his underwear, who wrapped a waist so dangerous that made his heart faster than the train himself. She sat down and left her bag on the floor at the same time she turned her gaze to the window. While, he did not stop looking at his legs.
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