I boarded a tram to come home from town. Who is this young layabout sprawled out like he owns the tram. I want to sit there. He will have to move his legs and give me space to sit opposite him. Once I sat, he kind of moved his legs. He had to really as I pushed them out of the way with my legs. Then I realised he had been sound asleep. He was forgiven.
Ah, he is very cute. He had music plugs in his ears, large coloured sunglasses that had slipped down, so I could see his eyes. A plunging neckline showing his beautifully smooth chest. Tight black jeans. Very handsome young guy indeed. There is a reason why you seldom see me outdoors without sunglasses on.
He fell asleep again and his head dropped lower and lower until I could no longer see his face.
Then some saliva dribbled from his mouth. It hung from his mouth for a second or two and then dropped onto his arm. I couldn't help but keep looking back to see how it dried on his arm over the next five minutes. I arrived at my stop.
Oh the joy of being a lecherous old queen salivating over young men but how one sided and boring would sex be with him. Wonder what he had been doing that made him so tired?