Waterfall

Dressed in a thin slip dress, Zoya got up behind him to exit. She felt her temples moisten as she got closer to him.

Zoya had slipped her feet out of her flip-flops on the train. This time she was heading to a smaller town outside of her big city she had visited before for pleasure. She had been up there for business before and promised herself to come back another time when she saw the gorgeous waterfall at the end of its Main Street.

Main Street was ubiquitous in every small town, but not all ended in a splash like this one. As she looked out of the window, out at the river leading up to the town, it felt like the city was being washed away from her. The difference between being on a train in the city and this one in the suburbs was massive.

Closing her eyes for just a little bit, Zoya opened her eyes suddenly and gasped. The man that was coming onto the train — she had seen him before. The last time she came upstate, he was on her train as well. He looked at her briefly and sat behind her.

Zoya was embarrassed as she started to perspire, as she always did in proximity to someone she was attracted to. She remembered that this was only the second time she had been to this destination on the train. The irony to see him again…she had not even entertained the idea that she would ever have seen him again.

She had forgotten about him, a fleeting attraction that had consumed her at the time.

Zoya heard a buckle behind her and a zipper and went cold. But then she remembered he had had a bag on his shoulder with huge buckles. Moments later, she heard him typing.

Wiping her face, she tried to cool down. He was not even thinking about her, and she was panicking because of her own attraction. After a while, she cooled down. His typing stopped behind her, and she realized it was almost her stop.

Their stop.

Again she heard a zipper and a buckle before he got up and walked to the train door.

Dressed in a thin slip dress, Zoya got up behind him to exit. She felt her temples moisten as she got closer to him. They both got out of the train and walked the same way.

Eventually, they parted in their journeys into the village. Zoya returned to the bar at the end of Main Street and had the same delightful lunch she had had with her client. The client had paid that time, and honestly, the bonus she had gotten as a result of that meeting was basically the client still paying for her lunch.

She sipped her glass of wine, as she looked out at the waterfall.

“You can go outside with your wine,” the bartender smiled at her. “It is literally feet away, people do it all of the time. This is not the city.”

Zoya smiled at him, as she took him up on his invitation and walked out of the bar like she had walked around in the south with cocktails.

Once you left the city, the rules were different–more relaxed.

She was taking a sip of her wine, as she walked to the waterfall in her flip-flops. There was something powerful about the force of the water that compelled her. She walked closer to it and gasped.

It was him.

The man from the train had changed into a t-shirt and jeans and was sitting on a rock that looked over the waterfall. He lowered his sunglasses as he looked up at her with a familiar smile. Zoya felt between her legs rival the waterfall as she grasped the stem of her wine glass for dear life.

This is my first Tantalizing Tales story written for this brilliant prompt:

Waterfall inspired this story by Sonja Glucksberg!

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