1.- ON THE PLATFORM
Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2026 10:16 am1.- ON THE PLATFORM
It was an early morning, just like any other, rush hour. I was waiting on the platform for the subway to arrive to head to work. A large crowd filled the entrances to the cars. School-age youths, still half-asleep. I was also a bit drowsy. Laborers in work clothes. Others in more elegant or formal attire. Too many people preparing to try and squeeze into the already packed cars. While I was watching the platform, I saw her arrive.
She was coming down the escalator. A brunette beauty with jet-black hair. She must have been about 50 years old. Truly beautiful. I found myself staring at her. As she reached the platform, our eyes met. She held my gaze for a few moments.
She moved toward the area where I was standing, positioning herself just a few meters away. I was able to get a good look at her. Black hair, brown eyes, gorgeous. A grey dress that hit above the knee, clinging to an exuberant, curvy body. I lowered my gaze to observe her legs. Legs with thick ankles, firm thighs, and very defined calves. Just like my own calves.
On her feet, she wore open-toed clogs. Beautiful feet with toenails painted red. I had been falling in love while watching her.
We were physically very similar. My ankles weren't as thick as hers, but the rest of our bodies were quite alike. I have beautiful feet too. That day, I was wearing platform shoes fastened at the ankle, with my own red-painted nails on display.
The subway arrived. Before entering, we looked into each other's eyes again. The crowd began to push. As I approached the car door, I moved toward where she was. I managed to get in right next to her. Her perfume intoxicated me. We continued moving inside until we ended up cornered against one of the doors. She turned around with difficulty, leaning her back against the wall and facing me.
We were pressed together by the crowd. The motion of the train caused our bodies to rub against each other constantly. She looked me in the eyes. A few moments later, I felt her right leg press against mine. I could feel the contact of her skin against my skin.
We reached another station. The train braked. We were pressed even closer together. We looked into each other's eyes again.
As we reached a new stop, the doors opened and a crowd pushed their way out. They shoved me, causing my body to turn toward the door. At that moment, I felt an arm grabbing me by the waist to steady me. It was her. She held me close. I thanked her and she smiled. I could feel her presence right behind me.
We reached a stop where quite a few people got off, and the train became almost empty. We separated slightly and looked into each other's eyes, smiling at one another.
When the train started again, she told me: "I get off at this one." I told her that I was getting off at the same one too.
The train stopped and we both stepped out together. We stood on the platform, looking at each other and smiling.
"Well, I hope to see you again," I said. She replied that she would like that very much. She told me that this was the stop for her work. I told her that we had passed my stop, but that I felt so good that I decided to stay with her.
We held hands and kissed each other on both cheeks. As we let go, I had a card in my hand. "I'm off, call me," she said with a big smile on her lips.
I watched her as she walked away. This time she was going up the escalator. I looked at the card. It read: Carmen Amor. Lawyer.
I put the card in my purse and prepared to head back two stops to where I should have gotten off.
THE END
It was an early morning, just like any other, rush hour. I was waiting on the platform for the subway to arrive to head to work. A large crowd filled the entrances to the cars. School-age youths, still half-asleep. I was also a bit drowsy. Laborers in work clothes. Others in more elegant or formal attire. Too many people preparing to try and squeeze into the already packed cars. While I was watching the platform, I saw her arrive.
She was coming down the escalator. A brunette beauty with jet-black hair. She must have been about 50 years old. Truly beautiful. I found myself staring at her. As she reached the platform, our eyes met. She held my gaze for a few moments.
She moved toward the area where I was standing, positioning herself just a few meters away. I was able to get a good look at her. Black hair, brown eyes, gorgeous. A grey dress that hit above the knee, clinging to an exuberant, curvy body. I lowered my gaze to observe her legs. Legs with thick ankles, firm thighs, and very defined calves. Just like my own calves.
On her feet, she wore open-toed clogs. Beautiful feet with toenails painted red. I had been falling in love while watching her.
We were physically very similar. My ankles weren't as thick as hers, but the rest of our bodies were quite alike. I have beautiful feet too. That day, I was wearing platform shoes fastened at the ankle, with my own red-painted nails on display.
The subway arrived. Before entering, we looked into each other's eyes again. The crowd began to push. As I approached the car door, I moved toward where she was. I managed to get in right next to her. Her perfume intoxicated me. We continued moving inside until we ended up cornered against one of the doors. She turned around with difficulty, leaning her back against the wall and facing me.
We were pressed together by the crowd. The motion of the train caused our bodies to rub against each other constantly. She looked me in the eyes. A few moments later, I felt her right leg press against mine. I could feel the contact of her skin against my skin.
We reached another station. The train braked. We were pressed even closer together. We looked into each other's eyes again.
As we reached a new stop, the doors opened and a crowd pushed their way out. They shoved me, causing my body to turn toward the door. At that moment, I felt an arm grabbing me by the waist to steady me. It was her. She held me close. I thanked her and she smiled. I could feel her presence right behind me.
We reached a stop where quite a few people got off, and the train became almost empty. We separated slightly and looked into each other's eyes, smiling at one another.
When the train started again, she told me: "I get off at this one." I told her that I was getting off at the same one too.
The train stopped and we both stepped out together. We stood on the platform, looking at each other and smiling.
"Well, I hope to see you again," I said. She replied that she would like that very much. She told me that this was the stop for her work. I told her that we had passed my stop, but that I felt so good that I decided to stay with her.
We held hands and kissed each other on both cheeks. As we let go, I had a card in my hand. "I'm off, call me," she said with a big smile on her lips.
I watched her as she walked away. This time she was going up the escalator. I looked at the card. It read: Carmen Amor. Lawyer.
I put the card in my purse and prepared to head back two stops to where I should have gotten off.
THE END