Shriya fulfilled my fantasy - Part 1
I was tired that evening from a whole day of shopping. All I wanted was a seat on the bus, and to my luck, I found one. At the next stop, she walked in. A beautiful woman, confident, with eyes that caught the light in a way that made them gleam. She was wearing tight denim jeans, a black tank top that held her breasts well, her cleavage on full display, her navel also catching my attention with the small ring. A sharp jawline, lips stained red, and a nose ring that seemed to demand my attention. She looked at me and asked, almost casually: “Hi…is this seat free? Mind if I join you?” Her eyes, her nose ring, her lips – I couldn’t look away. Somehow, I managed to breathe out: “Yes, please.” She slid into the seat beside me with an easy smile. “You say ‘yes please’… but those eyes of yours are saying a lot more than that.” I felt my cheeks warm. “Eh… actually, that nose ring looks good on you. That just caught my eye.” She touched it lightly, tilting her head. “Oh… so it’s the nose ring stealing all your attention? For a second, I thought it was me. Do you usually notice little details like that… or am I special?” I swallowed, smiling awkwardly. “I think you are. Uh oh, your eyes are trying to compete for attention as well.” She leaned closer, her eyes locking on mine. “Mmm… sounds like I’m winning either way then. First the nose ring, now my eyes? Careful… you keep talking like that and I might start to think you’re trying to charm me.” “I might be,” I admitted, half-teasing, half-serious. “Where are you headed anyway?” “Nowhere too exciting,” she said, relaxing into the seat. “Just heading home after a long day. But I have to admit – this ride suddenly feels a lot more interesting. What about you, mister shopper? Bags full of secrets, or just the usual errands?” “Nothing. Went shopping… going hometown next week for my friend’s wedding.” “A wedding, hmm?” she smiled. “That sounds exciting. Nothing like seeing your friend start a new chapter. So tell me, are you the kind of guest who just blends into the crowd… or the one who secretly steals the spotlight?” “Meh, I don’t care,” I shrugged. “This one’s gonna be filled with questions -‘ When are you getting married?’ And uh oh, the fight is getting serious… that nose ring is shining with the sunlight, the eyes are gleaming too.” She laughed softly. “Ah… so the real fight isn’t at the wedding, it’s right here between my nose ring and my eyes? Maybe I should let you decide the winner… though something tells me you’ll find a way to avoid choosing.” “Yeah,” I grinned, “because I think someone else is also getting into the fight.” She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving slyly. “Oh? Someone else? Don’t tell me it’s my lips trying to join the competition now.” “No, they’re not fighting,” I smirked. “They’re in the finals anyway. It’s your cleavage.” She let out a little laugh, narrowing her eyes playfully as she folded her arms beneath her chest. “Ohhh… bold, aren’t you? Most people would’ve kept that thought to themselves. Good thing I like it when someone’s honest with me.” “I knew I was right then,” I said, smiling. “You’re not the kind who likes things held back when it comes to admiration.” Her voice seemed a bit weird to me; it seemed a little manly. I had my doubts. “Mmm…” she smirked, “you read me well. I’ve never had much patience for half-truths. So,… if you’re this straightforward with a stranger on a bus, I can only imagine how dangerously charming you must be with people you actually know.” “No actually, I’m surprised at the progress I’m making. I am making one, right?” She brushed my arm lightly, letting her touch linger. “Oh, you’re definitely making progress. Trust me, I wouldn’t still be sitting here if you weren’t.” I hesitated. “Actually, don’t get me wrong. I don’t intend to disrespect you, but may I ask you a question?” Her expression softened. “Of course, ask me anything. What’s on your mind?” “Are you trans?” She paused for just a moment, then smiled calmly. “Yes, I am. I hope that doesn’t make you see me any differently.” “No, that doesn’t matter to me at all. So where do you work?” “By the way, I am Shriya. I work at a design studio. Long hours, but I love it.” She leaned in with a grin. “What about you,…?” She stumbled as she didn’t know my name. “Akshay,” I replied, extending my hand. “Oh, Akshay… what do you do when you’re not charming strangers on buses?” She asked, meeting my hands; her hands were soft and cold. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how her breasts might feel in my palms. “I’m a copywriter. I love my job too. I get to write what people might like to watch. I’ve been in the city for almost a year now, and I hadn’t met any stranger with a cute nose ring and gorgeous blue eyes whom I can try to charm.” She laughed softly, pretending to look away. “A copywriter, huh? No wonder your words come out so smooth.” “Nope,” I admitted. “As I said earlier, I’m surprised. Also… one more question.” “You do love your questions, don’t you?” she teased. “Go on then… what’s the next one?” “Do you prefer dating men or women?” “I don’t take that as disrespect,” she said gently. “I prefer men. Though for me, it’s less about labels and more about the connection. If someone can make me laugh, make me feel seen, that matters more than anything else.” “Ah ha,” I grinned. “Would you mind getting a coffee with a copywriter who spent his day shopping for a wedding he doesn’t even want to go to?” She laughed, eyes lighting up. “Hmm… I’d say that deserves a coffee. But only if you promise you’ll bring that same honesty and playfulness with you.