Noam’s Taxi and a Crowded Train (Part 4)

Briefs and a Long Toilet Break

The end of the day at work proved for more briefs, the outgoing mail done with Najla and then some calmed passiveness. Kelsey thanked me for filing her documents once she arrived back to her desk. Later in the day she also showed me her thanks by handing me one of their briefs in which I had to get it photocopied in-house to create one of our briefs for her.

Najla whispered “Slowly, we’re starting to get another Solicitor’s workload” and as I agreed I wondered to what extent our workload would increase. With the mail complete just after 4:00 p.m. I completed another brief in that time. When all was done around 4:30 p.m. I embarked on a much needed journey to the toilet. I don’t take time off enough when it comes to my bowels.

Because I have a due amount of work I hold it off but since I had some time to linger, I decided to ease my internal pressures. Spending a good ten minutes at the toilets I walked back into our office only to see Najla eyeing me with intrigue, standing at her desk. Looking as if she was searching for me Najla called out “There he is, he’s over here” so I figured someone wanted me to run an errand.

A Taxi With Noam

I soon learnt that Jana had an urgent document that had to be delivered to a barrister before 5:00 p.m. Having just under half an hour to deliver it Jana gave me one cab charge and told me I can either acquire another or just head straight home from there. Opting to head home and ease my Friday that little more I tidied up a bit in the office, grabbed the documents, placed them in a large envelope and farewelled Najla. Jana knows she can now depend on me and in her eyes I’m probably still a champ.

Heading downstairs I strolled to the curb of the road and hailed down the next possible taxi. In no relevant hurry I jumped into the taxi and voiced my intention to head to Martin Place. As I accustomed myself to the taxi I looked over at the driver and thought it was peculiar that the driver was so young and looked too rich and comely to be driving a taxi.

My first impression was that the driver was a guy in his 20’s and he was probably Egyptian as to his dark skin and immensely notable light blue eyes that stood out to the contour of his dark skin. Dressed in good clothes he had a face that was on the lines of a male model, men’s gold bracelets around his hand and a cool gold chain around his neck. He looked upper class and moderately wealthy but looks do deceive.

Bridging the conversation by asking if he had contact lenses in his eyes the guy remarked how they were his genuine color. Starting a conversation as we headed around the block to Martin Place my intrigue got the best of me as we chatted in my usual confidence. Asking if he was Egyptian he told me the strange blending of his background. “I’m Lebanese but I lived in France for thirteen years of my life” he noted and that explained how he had that beret thing on his head.

Able to see the French aspect of him I was taken back more when he noted that his name was Noam, the French was of saying David. I know that if I was Lyssa or some other girl I would have been utterly impressed with this guy, he would have moved their rocks. Whilst chatting away in the jammed traffic he told me how he was turning 23 on Saturday in which he was headed to ‘Home’ to celebrate with a group of friends.

There you have it, he not only had taste in clothes in which it accentuated his looks but he also headed out to great nightclubs. Our conversation ceased when I was dropped off at Martin Place and as I jumped off I thanked him and finally uttered, “Maybe I’ll see you around in the City, you can be my designated taxi driver”.

Cancelled Trains Home

In jest we did part as Noam headed off in pursuit of another customer. I myself headed up to the eleventh floor to drop off the documents and then headed back downstairs to the station. The time had already passed 5:00 p.m. so I wasn’t getting home any earlier than normal. However, I still had the desire to jump on the express train home but it was looking a bit vain as two trains had been cancelled on my line. There I had to stand as the crowd of people kept building on the platform.

Myself, I stood against the wall waiting for a train to arrive, glancing over at a pretty girl or two. Having two trains delayed was like a limp shaft that stands erect too late for any fertile action. Nevertheless, after fifteen minutes in anticipation a train finally arrived that took me to Central Station. Hordes of people filled up the train in which I was bunched up, standing just to the side of the doors. Some pleasure did derive from the situation however as I made it a point to stand next to two fair girls around my age.

One of them was directly in front of me, the other slightly to my right hand side. The girl directly in front of me was facing away from me and the other girl was side on from me, gripping the same pole as I and looking over on occasion. As many males do succumb to the derisive fantasies conjured by bored minds, I kept looking down at the girl’s ass in front of me. So delicate, her pants so warmly tight and mine just a nudge away.

It was these thoughts of accidentally bumping into her pivotal point with mine that caused me to slightly get flushed and as I noticed the other girls hand right next to mine it added to my amiable excitement. When my partner started to slightly build with the fabric of lustful blood I just looked at the floor, closed my eyes and kept thinking ugly thoughts. Like every man, the thought of two women and myself at that particular time was a bit unbearable to my imagination and believe me, those thoughts can lure the unsuspecting individual anywhere.

Hunting for a Seat

Reaching Central I jumped off and began my trek to the country link. I do believe on my way up that I noticed that blonde girl in which I first met when speaking to her at the escalator incident. In this, I mean when the escalators were turned off for some reason and I turned to her laughing. Jumping on the express train with a few minutes left I noticed the three girls who usually sit together standing outside and having a smoke.

These are the girls that I’ve sat next to twice before and they live either at Macarthur or beyond. Walking through the first carriage I noticed the blonde girl with a pink top that I think is hot but also a girl from a rough area. She looked attractive and as I walked past trying to find myself a seat she looked up with her blue eyes and innocently watched me pass her. These beading eyes gave me the hope that she had some favorable thoughts roaming her mind, just as I for her.

The first carriage didn’t show any grace for my well-being despite my thinking I would sit down no matter what. Heading into the second carriage I knew I didn’t want to head past the halfway point and therefore, slowed my pace down considerably. There were a couple of options for me but I chose the most favorable to my lustful petition. Three rows into the second carriage and on the left, I sat next to the best looking girl there. Being only a two seater I wondered what she would be thinking in her mind.

The Girl With the Novel

I gathered she might have been thinking “Why did he sit next to me instead of somewhere else”. With the thought that she would probably think I sat next to her on purpose I decided to close my eyes and catch some sleep. It would have been too painfully obvious if I done my usual action of glancing over every second minute. Sleeping was the safest option so that she would at least quash her thoughts that I was lame to intentionally sit next to her, if she so thought.

This girl that I was sitting next to on the train didn’t look bothered or curios as I sat next to her. Rather, she didn’t flinch as I sat next to her and save for a small pause in her reading to gather her thoughts, she continued with her novel. For at least twenty minutes I drifted off and on in my sleep and as once I woke up I noticed her body language.

Her legs were crossed over away from me and she was finding more space next to the wall then near me. There was one or two slim chances to check her out as she was looking out the window and I did benefit from them both. Her hair was long, dark brown and with slight curl. Being the nominal figure and having a touch of cleavage she also had a gratifying face to the smile she portrayed.

The reason why I chose to sit next to her wasn’t because of her looks alone but more favorably because I thought she was down to earth and looked like a kind-hearted person to talk with. I wasn’t too sure on her nationality but she looked somewhat Italian or a touch of Lebanese because she had slight olive skin. My curiosity played the better of me and by the end of the trip it was all smiles…