I was 21 years old and had moved to London the previous summer. I had returned "North" to see my girlfriend for the weekend of my 21st birthday by train. After a lovely weekend of fun, sex and familiarity of people and location; I was getting a train back to London in the winter months when it turned dark early. I was sitting alone in a two seater facing forward on the outer aisle seat of the London bound train. Somewhere along my journey an older man in a suit came onto the train and took a seat at a table slightly up from me but facing towards me. At some point - bored - I stood up to get a magazine out of my bag. It may well have been "Sky" magazine which is now defunct but was a real radical youth magazine of the time in the early 1990's. Whilst standing up fishing the magazine out of my bag overhead, I noticed this man studying me. As he saw me look at him he looked away quickly making me realise he HAD ACTUALLY been looking at me. The sad thing is, when you're young you never think you're alright then sadly once a decade or two pass you by, you look back and wonder why you ever thought you weren't attractive. I was certainly fit and with a cheeky smile and spiky hair I probably could have had a much sexier youth than i ever did.
I sat back down and had a flick through the magazine but felt compelled to look up in the direction of this gent. A few times we briefly locked eyes and looked away. New to all this, and shy but with a murmuring happening in my tight, black 501's I spread my legs a bit further to see if he would look. This was something i had read in a book many years ago and remembered rather than an instinct to do. As was anticipated, his eyes fell towards my crotch area. As he looked back up we locked eyes again and held them longer. If you've ever heard the phrase about a dog chasing a car and not knowing what to do if he caught it, this was me now. I identified as straight, had a GF whom i loved but had had enough of a messed up childhood that my attraction to older men i attributed to having "Father" issues. The miles passed on the train and i was aware of the man watching my reflection in the darkened night of the windows. I followed suit, and did the same back. This father figure wanting me was such a turn on but had you asked me at the time, I had no intention of anything happening further than a bit of teasing.
I got up and went to the buffet cart for a coffee. Why i wasn't having an alcoholic drink i don't know but i guess I was still young then. Just as i had paid and started to walk back the older gent appeared having followed me. Although the buffet cart had two small shelves to lean and drink your drink both were in use so there was no option for me to walk back to our carriage. A few minutes after i had arrived back, my new admirer arrived back. As he sat down, he looked straight at me and i had no idea i was going to do this but i nodded as if saying "YES!". He gave a slight nod back then looked away. As we pulled into Kings Cross, my admirer jumped up and got his coat, bag and briefcase and queued up with the throng in front of the doors. I remained seating as i had a large case which i had filled up with more belongings from back home. As the train stopped, my admirer was gone without a glance back. I got off the train with my case and belongings and headed out. As i casually came through the turnstiles, just around the corner stood my admirer. Apparently waiting.
He looked over at me and I walked over towards him.
Probably shyly looking at the ground i should imagine. I walked over soon arriving in front of him and said "hello". He confidently put his hand out and shook mine and said his name was "David". "Would i like to meet him for a drink later? Did I know Selfridges as he was staying at the Mandarin Oriental just behind it?". I knew Selfridges so said i could find it. We arranged a time some 90 minutes later in the bar there and i headed towards the tube to go home wondering if I'd ever go back out and meet him.
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