When Opposites Attract (Closed presently for CFMB_Fan_

[SapioDreams]

Friday, Febuary 24th, 2017

Katherine Smith stood on the train amidst a sea of busy passengers, some occupied with their children, others the contents of their briefcases and others with their cellphones but all were beyond a doubt busy. She wasn't a day over 30 and at 5’9 the woman stood out, her hourglass figure delightfully showcased by a size 16/18 pair of pale blue boot cut jeans and a black long sleeved tee with the word MEOW printed across her breast. Clinging to one of the metal bars above her head with a strong hand the woman appeared to be people watching, large, round eyes darted first one way and then another; they were a rich, deep brown and surrounded by enviously long black lashes and seemed quite alert if not hypervigilant.


Her dark features were prominent among the pale skin of her oval face, but she wore quite the stoic expression, what most might have interpreted as intimidating; dark curls spilled down over her left cheek and shoulder, layered and soft but as she turned her head it was quite clear she had adopted a more unique hairstyle by buzzing short the right third of her head. Somehow it suited the statuesque figure, and showed off her facial features all the more; she was pretty but not overly so, certainly had not been beaten with the ugly-stick but far more an example of a modern American woman.


Suddenly the world around them jerked to the right, “Shhhit!” was hissed as Katherine lost her grip and a well rounded hip hip hit the edge of a seat, her eyes went wide with dismay as her well rounded backside was quite unceremoniously plopped into some poor man’s lap. Poor Katherine, imposing as she may have been at first glance she was not always blessed with grace, in fact damn near never would be more accurate. Crimson flooded her face all at once, a string of profuse apologies just fell from shapely lips as she basted in her own mortification. “Oh God, I’m so sorry! I'm sorry I really am, seriously nngh..” she trailed off when she all but launched herself from the stranger’s lap once she managed a hold on the two seat backs.

The doors opened up just as their world ceased movement, *oh thank God!* and so the clumsy brunette lurched out the doors heedless to the actual stop she had chosen to escape her shame at. A few shoved their way on behind her blessedly covering her tracks, and as the train pulled away she stood there on the concrete with her heart pounding in her throat.

Shoving her hands into her pockets the woman just stood there taking a few moments to allow the color to calm in her cheeks, she was hard on herself, the constant nagging of irrational anxiety only furthered this flaw. “I can’t believe that just happened!” in her haste to escape her own embarrassment she realized that she had neglected to even look at the man’s face. Groaning to herself she took off down the street and began poking at her cell phone’s GPS while desperately trying to console herself with the fact that she'd likely never see the man again in her life. It helped a little.
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Monday February 27th

Nestled into the window seat of the bus Katherine held her drawing pad atop a large bag in her lap, her pencil was out and she seemed to be quite absorbed in her preset task. It was the same train, same route, same time as she had taken, the week prior. The occasional peek around her was spared, she didn't intend to miss her stop and she was the sort to get lost in her own little world. Her lips were set in a line, her face turned out to be quite expressive, at times her brows would furrow, one would lift while the other remained level and a pink muscle would dart out to moisten her lips while she worked.

She was dressed in a pair of thin, rust colored corduroy pants, each leg ending in a full bellbottom and yet again hugged her thick thighs like a glove. The white, loose-fitting sweater she wore slid clear of one shoulder and it's cowl neck rested just beneath the soft yet rounded muscle, the belly of the sweater had a few smudges of lead on the belly but Katherine eventually noticed them and began fussing it the fabric. Around her neck was tied a black leather strip about half an inch in width, the choker was a simple accessory she could wrap her mind around without fussing with jewelry as she always forgot to wear such bobbles.

Finally satisfied with the state of her attire the woman lifted her eyes to the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a man whose gaze was cast in her general direction but she was somewhat oblivious and assumed he was watching someone else. When big brown eyes made another pass around the interior of the vehicle she finally locked eyes, for an uncomfortable moment she tried to casually sneak a peek behind her to affirm her prior assumption but she was near the back of the bus so there wasn't much to look at. She ended up meeting his gaze yet again, a polite smile spreading full lips while she fretted over the length of time that was polite to maintain eye contact with a stranger. In the end she dropped her gaze back to the drawing pad, the nude figure of a female splay across it, limp, lifeless without a face. Unable to help herself curiosity and her nerves forced her to steal glances of the stranger, hoping for a moment he was looking away to really study him.

'Why does he keep looking at me?' she anxiously asked herself, subconsciously she ran a hand over her hair to ensure it wasn't sticking up in all directions, 'Ah my hair..' she assured herself inwardly, well let him look then.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Friday, February 24th, 2017

Adrian was in a world of his own on the crowded train. The train started at a terminus, and so over the years, he had learnt tricks on how to get to the station and acquire a seat. At 51, Adrian felt he was old enough to take a position, though, despite his slightly overweight appearance, he was not as unfit as he looked. And so he would give up his seat to a suitable person. As an ageing middle-class gentlemen, he mostly gave his seats up to older females or those who were clearly pregnant. But his two main tricks for guaranteeing a place, somewhere to sit was to catch trains early in the rush hour, and if need be, wait fifteen minutes for the next train if a particular train in waiting was looking particularly crowded.

He boarded the train and took a seat near the exit. His stop was such that the train was still crowded, and so by being closer to the exit, his route of the train was shorter and hopefully less bothersome. He removed his Bespoke double-breasted jacket, and Aas he sat, he reached for his tie, and lessened the half-Windsor knot, before folding his jacket onto his lap, his black business rucksack on the floor between his legs. Moments later, his I-pad Pro was in his hand as he started to read via his Kindle app.

But Adrian was easily distracted. He was a person watcher. Mostly because he was curious about his fellow human beings, and their antics, their mannerisms. But he was also slightly dirty-minded. HE was a widower, had been for a couple of years since his wife became another cancer statistic. He was over her death for the most part, but he still missed the company, in particular over the weekend. His only daughter did visit him, and for a while moved back in with him after her death. But Sophie had her life to lead. Besides, he started to have inappropriate thoughts regarding some of Sophie's flirty friends.

And so, he spent more time watching his fellow passengers rather than reading his book. He recognised many of the passengers, like him, they had habits, catching the same train on most days. As such he got to know them, their little quirks, and habits. He even knew some of their names, many leaving their work security passes hanging from their necks. That included Katherine, one of many whom he had seen frequently.

She was tall, at around 5'9 or even 5'10 he guesstimated, himself standing at 5'12 as he preferred to express his height. He saw her approach, her full breasts covered by a black top, tension lines in the fabric around her breasts emphasising their fullness. He smiled to himself as he saw the word 'Meow' across her full mounds. Her legs were clad in denim, the tightness emphasising the curves of her thighs, though the boot cut meant that they hung loosely over her calfs. He was not able to determine whether she was wearing boots. He had seen her in various style boots, but his favourite were those classical knee high leather boots that finished just below the knee or possibly have a tongue extending to the lower thigh.

Katherine was, is pretty, but not necessary his type. But he wasn't sure what his type was anymore. And her slightly alternative, yet slightly retro hair cut suggested to him that she was a carefree, confident person. He had often looked at her and wondered if she was a swallower or a spitter; as he had with several other passengers. It was not a general rhetorical question to himself, but for the odd one who caught his attention, his imagination.

As the train progressed, he looked up at her, admiring her oval face, the long strands of curly hair over her left shoulder, in stark contrast to the almost shaven right-hand side. He looked away, aware that his stop was fast approaching, as the train started it lurches tot he left, and then the right as it approached the station.

Suddenly he felt his shoulder being rubbed. As he turned to look, he saw Katherine loosing her balance, and suddenly he felt her in his lap, on top of his jacket, the corner of his Kindle poking him in his abdomen.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry! I'm sorry I really am, seriously nngh..”

"No Problem" he offered her in a sincerely relaxed manner.

But moments later as the train stopped at the platform, and the doors opened, she was gone, as he stood up, and headed to the ticket barriers and the weekend ahead.

Monday, February 27th

He caught his usual train with no hurdles. He sat down and retrieved his I-pad, and soon started to read as the carriage fille dup. It wasn't long before he saw Katherine board, and sit almost opposite him, the other side of the door. She wore a largish cowl neck top, smart yet casual, the shoulder exposed, clear of a visible bra strap, yet she was clearly wearing a bra under her tops. Strapless he thought, chuckling to himself as he did so. He looked at her, pondering. s he reminisced the Friday evening, he smiled as she ran away, clearly embarrassed. But she had looked cute. He had even thought of her later that evening, as he masturbated, fucking a wad of kleenex, before he shot his load. It was several yeas since he had last slept with someone He had had sex with a couple of females, even one of Sophia's friends had made a pass at him. But he wasnt sure why she had so, and the sex wasn't that great, and well he never actually slept with her.

He returned his mind onto the present, as he watched her. She seemed to be drawing, the way she held the pencil, and it moved. He could not draw. or pain; though he was an OK amateur photographer. He sat there watching, as the train made it's steady way to their stop. He wondered wha time she caught the train, he had never seen her in the mornings. Just mostly on the 4:18 from the terminus. He looked out the window; or at least appeared to, he didnt want to be caught staring. But he was ready with, what he hoped would be a good response if she did catch him, and comment. As she looked up, possibly even at him, he saw the black choker around her neck again, and momentarily wondered whether it was a pseudo-collar

He returned to his I-Pad and tried to read, but his stop was fast approaching.

 

[SapioDreams]

The train eased into their stop but Katherine seemed to be vacantly staring at the man across the train from her; her curiosity had always gotten the better of her and despite the confidence she held, she was so very much the same red-faced teen paranoid about anyone who took much interest in her. The doors opened and with a start the woman blinked, shook her head and began to gather her things with haste.

"Damnit...I've got to stop doing..." her bag got caught and she spent a few secconds jerking at the handle to get it free of the seatback, "..friggen bag!" she hissed a bit too loudly. The strap came free and she stumbled, regaining her footing before racing to the door and skidding to a stop with wide eyes.

Having almost run into the man that had been staring at her she awkwardly took a step back, trying to situate her bag over her shoulder while offering a weak apologetic smile while attempting another escape from the train. Stepping close the rich scent of peppermint rose from her, sweet and light, she had dabbed it in the center of her bra to warm with her body temperature. "Pardon me." she tried to slip by without engaging in eye contact.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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As the train slowed down, Adrian looked out of the window and saw the familiar sight of his 'home platform.' Standing up, he retrieved his black rucksack and jacket, before turning to face Katerine, only to see her stumbling.

"Damnit...I've got to stop doing..."

"..friggen bag!"

"Doing What?" he enquired with a friendly smile on his lips. He paused as he held out offering her a steadying hand.

"You seem flustered Katherine," looking down at her Id card. "It is Katherine, isn't it? Well, errr I was wondering if you would like a tea or coffee? There is a lovely cafe around the corner, Boyden's... if you are not busy that is?" s he stumbled over his own spontaneous words.

He too was now slightly flustered, completely off guard as he asked her for coffee, such a spontaneous thing... he was surprised himself...

 

[SapioDreams]

She ended up hugging her bag and nearly falling off the bus as she had to follow through on her motion now, she ended up balancing on the platform and shoving her hair back from her face as an unruly ringlet snaked it's way over her left eye. "Excuse me?" coffee, he had said coffee. But he had also said her name, that much had startled her a bit too sharply before she realized that she was wearing a name badge.

While the stranger continued his proposition Katherine took one look back at the bus and then gazed warily at the man getting off the train. How should she interpret this? When he seemed to trip over his own tongue she calmed herself.

She took a moment to examine him, she took in the image of him; from his double breasted suit that fit him to a T, surely with the help of a tailor or keen bit of knowledge in his own body to his clean shaven face. There was a faint razor rash on his rounded cheeks, and his bright baby blues seemed to offset his black hair well. She guessed his age to be late forties to fifty and she had rarely been wrong in her lifetime. Why was he approaching her? It seemed slightly out of the realm of norm for most but it was not so far fetched.

"I erm.....no. I mean I'm not ...not busy." she found herself agreeing before realizing what she was doing, it was polite, and the man seemed approachable. Correcting her speech to something less brain damaged she blurted out a bit sheepishly "Yes I'd enjoy a cup."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I erm.....no. I mean I'm not ...not busy." she found herself agreeing before realising what she was doing, it was polite, and the man seemed approachable. Correcting her speech to something less brain damaged she blurted out a bit sheepishly "Yes I'd enjoy a cup."

He met her eyes with his own blue eyes as she sought to seek some guidance, some wisdom before she replied.

He wasn't sure exactly what to say and so he mumbled.

"Thank you, my treat..." He paused remembering she didn't know his name. "I'm Adrian, lovely to finally meet you. he added with a sincere smile.


He lead them away, through the ticket barricades into the local suburban area, as they walked the sort distance to the coffee house. It was here that a few years ago, Sophia had her first ever paid job as a barista gal. Sophia had ceased to work there, but he still frequented it, it was local, convenient and very good.

He walked in and smiled, recognising the young barista.

"Evening Jane, Can I have a flat white please and..?" He turned to face Katherine....

"What would you like Katherine?"

Katherine made her order, and Adrian paid, before he lead them to a quiet table in the corner, a lower table with two two-seater mis-matched leather sofas opposite each other. He gestured to Katherine for her to take a seat, the sounds of their drinks being made back at the counter.

 

[SapioDreams]

"Adrian.." she repeated, "I'm Kath...erine.." she mumbled the second half realizing her mistake and finally covered it up with "Thank you." she managed before tagging along behind him, through the terminals she ended up astride him and moved swiftly. Happy he had gotten the agreement of who would be paying out of the way she didn't have to awkwardly hem and haw over offering dutch.

Once in the shoppe, Katherine seemed to be taking in every nook and cranny of the place while Adrian ordered his drink, snapping to attention she scanned the menu hopelessly and saw something, "Ice green tea with lemon please...no wait...yes." her eyes were wide as she momentarily struggled with her own choice, "Instead of lemon might I have a splash of cream in it?" she winged visibly for the inconvenience and once her order was finally finished she gave Adrian an apologetic smile "Thank you again." On the way to the couches she leaned in and whispered "What's a white flat ?"


Setting her bag down the she wriggled down into a comfortable position across from the man and proceeded to examine him yet again, harshly if the flat expression that her face had relaxed into said said anything about her purpose. Those dark eyes bore into his own and then finally her face softened when she spoke, "What did you mean 'finally meet' ? Is that why you were looking at me on the bus today? Because you wanted to grab a cup of coffee?" She thought back to his ordering, "You must come here often" she murmured in observation as her mind seemed to be going to various different places.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Adrian sat down on the opposite sofa, couch and smiled before answering her question.

“A flat White is essentially an espresso of a double with a light topping of steamed milk. So not as milky as a more conventional latte. Healthier too!” he joked.

He looked at her, the swell of her full breasts, the cowl neckline of her top hinting at her ample cleavage yet revealing very little; and her bare shoulder. He had fleeting visions of walking up behind her as her arms were restrained above her head and softly kissing nibbling the flesh, even marking her. His eyes were constantly looking at her. Not quite starring but taking in every feature he could.

The Barista arrived with their order, as Adrian thanked her, and offered Katherine her green tea with a jug of cream. Retrieving his coffee cup, he leant back into the leather cushion again watching her as her fingers dealt with her order.

"What did you mean 'finally meet'? Is that why you were looking at me on the bus today? Because you wanted to grab a cup of coffee?"

He looked at her inquisitively as he decided how to answer. He wasn't sure whether he should be bold, direct and to the point, or beat about the bush. She intrigued him, physically, and as a person. He wasn’t sure why but he was attracted to her sexually, even though she was not necessary his type. He took another sip of his coffee, before licking away a little dollop of coffee from his top lip.

He had inhaled before he replied. “Well Katherine, before our little incident on Friday, I've been watching you for a while. You see I am a bit of a person watcher. Ever heard of Desmond Morris? Well, I guess I’m sort of a mild version of Desmond Morris... and well over time how can I say, I’ve become intrigued by you, your persona, even your confidence? I’ve seen you sketching, I’ve seen you wear some interesting jewellery. Like that little black choker around your neck you are wearing now, it reminds me of a submissive collar. “ He pauses; “I’ve wondered if you have a submissive streak, Katherine.” He smiled as he finished, taking another sip of coffee before continuing, now aware that he held her attention as he leant forward.

“Would you be flattered or disgusted that I've wondered several times what it would be like to sleep with you, Katherine?”. He spoke quietly yet commandingly.

He was slightly apprehensive, anxious as t how she would take his comments. But he had nothing to lose. If she walked out now, he would just sit in another carriage for a week or two. He leant back exhaling deeply. His ulterior motive was now open to her. It was for her to accept, or to walk away into the hustle and bustle of the city.

 

[SapioDreams]

Watching him, Katherine leaned into the padded little couch, her eyes widened with understanding “Ahh!” a warm smile spread to her clear eyes and brought them to life. “I don't drink enough of the stuff or give a shit enough to count the calories in it.” she blurted out, momentarily wincing at her use of the expletive. She knew better at home and now she was over in jolly old England. Way to make a good impression.

She kept track of his eyes and tilted her head a fraction of an inch while wondering exactly what was going on inside his skull. As his eyes dipped below her own line of sight she held still, it wasn't l like anyone could avoid noticing a set of D cups perched on her chest, she chided herself to remain open minded and let the brief glance be just what it was. Brief.

As the orders were brought to the table she quickly turned to offer their server a genuine flash of creamy white teeth, “Thank you!” catching sight of the little pitcher she grasped it and opened her drink “Oh, well this is nice…” murmuring to herself about the option to pour her own. As she did so the comment of healthy coffee the man had made rang in her head, ‘Well he ought to cringe at this then.’ she thought as a mischievous little grin curled the corners of her lips; slowly and steadily she began to pour the entire contents of the small vessel into her large plastic cup, that pale yellowed tea transforming into a cloudy bright mess.

Replacing the wee pitcher and then the lid to her drink she viciously gored the lid with the provided straw , that piercing whine of plastic on plastic grating at the nerves. She wriggled comfortably back into the chair looking as if she might curl up had she the option of a private abode. While Adrian mulled over her question she wrapped shapely l, plump lips about the straw and began to drink; her eyes wandered over the pattern of his suit and her lashes fell lazily to veil her curious eyes. If he was pondering something wicked, would he be able to keep up? She unconsciously leaned forward and dragged her eyes to one of his arms, was he strong enough….she quickly blinked and came back to the sound of his voice.

“Desmond Morris?” she asked bewildered, a nervous laugh escaped “I hope he’s not some manner of serial killer…” that half joke may have fallen flat she worried and fidgets slightly where she sat, stuffing the straw back into her mouth to play with it idly using her tongue and teeth. Recalling his words in her distracted state she lifted her head quickly, “Wait! What incident, I've never met you before in my life.” as he continued she grew quiet, her eyes remaining open and fixed on the man.

Her left hand jumped to the choker about her neck and toyed with it while blurting out a surprised laugh, “It’s a choker, not a collar. Most in the lifestyle without a partner don't wear one, though I've always been fond of a thin leather collar for fashion or some mild pet interest, though I only wear them as accessories now ….wait, please don't tell me you're part of the reserved clumps who read Fifty Shades one too many times. That drivel only barely served to notify the general public that something beyond kinky sex existed and really only ended up sending the kink community a metric ton of horny nitwits.” and she was off! On a swift and passionate tangent utterly disregarding the level of her voice or her location.

By the time she did manage to shut her mouth she blinked, long dark lashes fluttering as her eyes shifted left then right and she managed to find her seat just an inch deeper while she sank down to pray she hadn't just offended the entire coffee house. “sorry...this is what happens when I'm left unsupervised!” she joked with an almost painful pyramid of her brows.

Adrian leaned forward and Katherine sat up straight, stuffing her drinking straw back between her lips she sucked at it and drained near an inch of her milky tea, she was caught off guard at first, and then a flash of self consciousness flashed in her eyes, she didn't look away though the whites of her eyes shone bright. “I'm not certain how to respond to that.” her voice was soft, blunt. Thinking for a few more moments she shook her head, “Heh, your accent makes that a bit less crude. Blunt...but no...I'm not disgusted. You're just stating a thought.” she babbled logically comforting herself.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He leant back into his sofa as he watched her, his eyes every now and then flicking down to the curves of her breasts, and the hint of cleavage being revealed by her cowl neckline. Once or twice, he even looked down towards her crotch, wondering if she was shaved, natural or trimmed. Her joke brought him back to his senses.

“Desmond Morris?” she asked bewildered, a nervous laugh escaped “I hope he’s not some manner of serial killer…”

“Nope… A famous psychologist in the 60s and 70s. But that name, in my mind is more suitable for of a serial rapist.” smiling as he chuckled. He knew that joke was in bad taste, but what the hell. IT was his sense of humour, and she would either fall for him as who he is, or will just fade into history, to be forgotten about that evening. He watched her, nervously caress her choker as she mumbled about BDSM, 50 shades of grey and the like.

“Wait! What incident, I've never met you before in my life.”

“Glad that I am that memorable!” he commented. “Friday afternoon when you landed in my lap when you lost your balance….” He looked at her raising his eyebrows. “Surely you remember?”

“Sorry...this is what happens when I'm left unsupervised!”

“No problem… but do you have a supervisor, or a Dom or even a pet?” he inquired teasingly, raising his eyebrow as he watched her facial features intently.

“I'm not certain how to respond to that.”

He smiled, his statement had clearly hit home. But how would she respond…

“Heh, your accent makes that a bit less crude. Blunt...but no...I'm not disgusted. You're just stating a thought.”

He Grinned… “Thank you…. And from your accent I suggest North East, New England area? Pretty region, especially in the fall as you Yanks refer to the Autumn. I loved Mirror lake and Lake Placid!” smiling… “I’ve yet to sleep with an American!”

He took a sip of his coffee before he continued…

“Yes I have read 50 Shades of grey, but found it amusing possibly. I am not experienced in the Ds scene, my wife, she wasn’t into the idea. Getting her to agree to me tieing her up and teasing her was difficult to begin with, but she soon loved the attention, and the teasing. But she would never reciprocate..” He continued on with his mumblings, as he sort of spontaneously painted a partial pen picture of himself.

“But I do enjoy tie and tease as the aggressor and the victim, so I guess I am a switch. But I have been curious about taking that interest further…. “

He paused as something that Katherine hit home, making him seek clarification. “So you are submissive Katherine?”