It was a hot April evening and the underground was crowded i was going home, Soho had been packed. Noone could move, I was lucky to have found a seat. At Knightsbridge I became conscious of a guy standing close to me , my eyes first saw his polished designer boots then tight faded blue designer denim, i had my head down and my thick floppy heai covered my eyes as i followed the tight fit jeans clinging to well defined thighs, and then.. a massive bulge, truely skin tight denim stretched over a huge mound, it was then i sense i too was being looked at. A handsome face looked down at me with piercing blue eyes. I immediately blushed and felt embarrased i knew my cheeks went red and I looked down, then meekly rose offering him my seat. He smiled politely and thanked me in a firm and masculine voice. The train was filling up and I was now the one standing my legs slightly splayed almost on top of the man i guessed in his late thirties now in my seat. He took out a book and began reading
I became conscious that after some time he was looking at me, I was aware for the first time that day of my very short denim jacket, and my very thin skin tight trousers. i normally wear 30 waist, these were 28, and liftend and raised my ass, but presented my bulge for view. the man liked what he saw, he was rugged , well dressed clrearly dominant . i turned my back to him but was aware from the reflection in the glass that he had a perfect view of my buttocks displayed in their thin skin tight black pants, shiny from ironing, I was embarrassed and shy at the same time as being sort of excited.
after half an hour we reached boston manor and my phone rang, it was work, my boss wanted me waiting tables at ten "No I wont be late Sir, thank you Sir.." I replied. I had found a seat almost opposite the gorgeous man and was conscious of my package and his massive bulge as he read his book. Shortly afterward he stood up, and as he exited the now almost empty train, he placed his business card on the seat beside me merely smiling for a second at me.
On the back of the card he had written "boy, call me!"
I was not sure why, but I dhiveredc and was conscious that for the second time that journey, my face was red.
a couple of stops later I got out the underground and he first thing I did when I started walking home was to dial the number, it went to voice mail. I did not know what to say " erm, er.. hi Nick , er this is brad here, thanks for your number i'm calling like you er said.. I'll try again, thanks, bye" I thought Id try later, but as i put the nokia in my pocket i got a text " call back now boy" I did, "Hi Nick", he replied , "i think you can call me sir don't you", "Er, erm , sure, sir, yes, Nick, I mean sir, no problem" We talked a bit "So you are the cheeky boy in the train"
"yes Sir" I meekly replied "those trousers you had on boy, were extremely tight wernt they boy, you always wear such tight trousers young man"
"Not always sir" I explained I was a waiter in Soho and we chatted for a bit. It was then he suggested that he night like to meet me some time, I heard myself saying that would be great , he said he was free that evening, but I explained I had to work, He told me to pass by for an hour before I went into town, I am not sure why but I agreed. He told me he would text me the address which he did,
I was to meet him at 7.15, leave at 8.15 to be in Soho for 9pm. As I rushed to shower and get ready for work I got a text from Nick "Wear those tight trousers boy!" I wasnt going to but something in me obayed
part2 coming up