‘I want to glide in a world of beauty,’ I said. ‘To be carried away into a world of lovely things, luxurious things. Like this teacup.’
On the table in front of me, there was a little china cup and saucer. Bone china, caressed with a ring of soothing gold around the rim.
‘I noticed that,’ he said. ‘I was going to ask about it. I mean, where does a woman find a china cup and saucer on a train?’
God, his voice was lovely.
It was like soothing melted chocolate.
I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.
‘They don’t serve tea and coffee in them now, do they?’ he said. ‘Last I heard, all the drinks on trains came in plastic cups. Has something changed I haven’t heard about?’
‘This is my little indulgence,’ I replied. ‘Every time I get on a train, I bring my own cup and saucer. A little piece of luxury to travel with. I can’t abide plastic cups. All that throwaway stuff. Makes you feel cheap. Luxury makes you feel valuable.’
‘You bring it with you?’ he said, his face disbelieving.
‘Naturally,’ I said. ‘I order a cup of tea from the assistant who comes round with the drinks trolley, she gives it to me in a plastic cup, I pour it out into my china cup and put the plastic one in the bin. Voila! Instant luxury.’
We laughed together.
It’s so lovely laughing with a man.
It feels positive. Relaxed.
- The Train of Arousal
