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He was sitting by a newsagents booth. Sitting patiently and watching the
crowd swirl about the platforms. His interest was shifting constantly,
watching a quartet of Italian girls go by, chattering to each other and
laughing. Then it was onto a man in a grey suit with briefcase and
folded copy of the Telegraph. He regarded each with a brief glance from
his brown eyes.
It was his eyes that kept me magically rooted to the polished floor. My
heart was pounding, my breath quick and short. I knew I was in love.
The spell was broken as he rose to his feet, an obedient response to a
tug on the brown leather leash that encircled his furry throat. I
allowed my gaze to travel over him as he trotted at the heel of his
mistress. His muzzle was long but broad, fading from tan to black at the
nose. A strong jaw, black ears, large and triangular, held erect. Long
legs, with creamy fur on the inner surfaces, drawing the eyes up to the
flat belly and beyond. Surely this must be the most handsome German
Shepherd in the world, I thought happily to myself.
I followed. The woman led the big dog to a seat and watched the arrivals
board for her train. Then she took a book from her bag and settled down
to wait. She was an ordinary-looking woman in her mid-forties. Judging
from her clothes and manner, she was not poor, but not rich either.
Probably a supervisor at a large London bookstore, or something
similiar.
The dog sat at her feet, studying the crowd again. I kept a distance,
leaning against a timetable board and allowing the sight of him to hold
me enraptured. Deciding that the tiled floor was perhaps a little to
cold to sit on, the dog stood. My heart skipped and I stood transfixed.
It was the simplest of things; he had stood up, making his heavy sheath
sway enticingly between his legs. It was a simple movement, but one that
sparked a sudden, hot lust in me. I wanted him, wanted to feel him
close, give him pleasure and satisfy him. I wanted to stroke his chest,
run my fingertips through the soft fur of his belly. Most of all I
wanted to caress that sheath, feel the softness of the creamy fur
concealing the hardness within.
The arrivals board clicked and whirred into life. Numbers and letters
flicked over and there was my train. It was time to go, to leave this
beautiful dog. I would never see him again, I felt sure of it, and my
heart did a slow, painful backflip. I walked slowly to the platform,
looking back often. Standing with one foot in the train doorway, I took
one last lingering look. He was sitting again, watching the river of
humanity stream past his calm brown eyes.
