The Intern (Closed for LizzieEr)

Everyday on the subway I see this young woman who is always impeccably dressed and who is definitely worth a second look. She knows she is attractive, and keeps twirling her hair or adjusting her dress. We have exchanged glances often, but never spoken.

I guess she is no more than 25, and I sometimes fantasize about her to pass the time. However today is slightly different. She usually sits across from me on the train. But today she comes in and sits next to me. I notice that the first three buttons of her shirt are open and she is not wearing a bra underneath.

This cannot be a coincidence.

Stephanie was always curious about the man she saw on the train to work. Normally meek by nature, she usually would not have glanced at the man, let alone returned his gaze. However, her simmer internship at Jake's studio was changing her perspective. She was an aspiring photographer and Jake Stimson was the leading name for nude portrait photography in the city.

Days of watching beautiful naked bodies had made her bolder and over the summer, her dressing became bolder. She had sometimes ridden the train wearing only a pantyhose under her skirt. Today, she had worn a shirt and in a moment of boldness, had foregone her bra. She saw an empty seat next to the man she saw frequently and slid in. Momentarily bold, she let allowed the crowded train to push her against him, his shirtsleeves touching her bare skin exposed below the short sleeve of her shirt.

Her brushing against him and seeing her pale skin below her shirt sleeves made him observe her more carefully. She was young, very attractive and looked inexperienced, which was how he liked his woman.

As the train lurched to a halt at the next station, he put his hand on her arm to stabilize her, smiling at her. "The train is quite crowded,isn't it? And if you are not careful, you could lose your balance. My name is Dave, by the way, and I do see you riding this train often. Do you work in the city?"

His hand was strong and ever so slightly rough as he held her arm. She raised her pale blue eyes at him amd smiled, shaking her head to get a loose strand of blonde hair away from her lips.
"Thank you Dave. My name is Stephanie. Yes I do work in the city. I am an intern at Stimson's studio. I am training to become a photographer. I see you often too."

She settled in as the train moved and was soon talking to him comfortably. Before she knew it, she was telling him about the little studio apartment where she lived with her boyfriend, the professional ambitions of her twenty-one year old mind and about life in general. As he spoke in return, she couldn't help but wonder at the depth of his voice and the very male musky scent that he wore.

Dave found this young woman not only attractive but smart and intelligent as well. He observed her actions closely, her well modulated voice, her clear blue eyes and her blonde hair slightly straying over her cheeks. She was extremely desirable but he was enjoying the conversation and was getting to know her.

As the train approached their stop he asked her, "Would you like to get coffee and continue our conversation? Or better still, if you want to chat over a glass of wine, my apartment is a short walk away." He looked at her questioningly.

Stephanie was taken aback by the forthrightness of the stranger. Yet, there was something intriguing about him that she could not refuse an offer to extend their conversation.
"A cup at a local café would be nice, thank you", she responded. "Do you have one in mind?" She was yet reluctant to show him to her neighbourhood and thought it wise to let him choose.

"Yes, there is one very close to my apartment. Small, but nice."

As the train stopped, they got up and walked to the coffee shop. As they walked he sized her up. She was certainly attractive, and though she walked wiith confidence there was a certain vulnerability on her face that he found intriguing.

Sitting at the cafe sipping their coffee, he asked, "Tell me more about yourself. Personal life and such. Any boyfriends.....or girlfriends? What do you generally do when you get home from work, and how do you entertain yourself?"

He sat back watching her, waiting for her reply.