The Last Row

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The Last Row
(Written in June 2025)

The air outside was sweltering, and inside was no better. Most Lisbon buses still had no AC. Most days this was fine, even in the summer, as long as a breeze could penetrate the windows. But no luck today. It was going to be a sweaty ride. Tiago was heading to Cacilhas to meet his friends at his favorite seafood restaurant, O Farol, and so he took the 758 from Benfica to Cais do Sodre. The ride cut across the whole city, but in the early afternoon it usually took less than 40 minutes.

The bus was almost empty. Tiago would ride until the last stop, so he chose the right corner seat in the back row—a quiet spot, perfect for reading. He tried to open the window, but it was stuck. Tiago could have moved to another seat, but he liked this remote corner too much. The 758 pulled away, and he opened Promethea. His friend Pedro had recommended this graphic novel. It was metaphysical, creative, and from Alan Moore, his favorite author. The panels were gorgeous, especially any featuring Goddess Promethea...

The 758 stopped on Estrada de Benfica. A woman stepped in alone. From across the bus, she looked very tall—easily 6 feet, maybe more. Most Portuguese women were petite, and Tiago had rarely seen a woman of such height in person. Walking down the aisle, she wasn't just tall—she was broad, powerful... At 5'7 and slim, Tiago was slightly below average in height and build—much smaller than her. There was a rough beauty to the woman... blue eyes, an elegant nose, a strong jaw. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob that reached just below her chin. To Tiago's quiet astonishment, she passed every empty row and sat just a few feet from him, right in the middle of the back bench. The 758 got rolling again...

She glanced at the jammed window and, without asking, leaned across Tiago. With one sharp yank, she forced it open. The metal screeched, and a rush of air swirled in—hot, gritty, almost worse than before. The air ruffled the sweat on his neck, but didn't cool him at all. "Lisbon breeze," she muttered with a dry smile, more amused than relieved. Then she settled back into her seat, cool and casual, like she hadn't even noticed him.

Tiago was mesmerized by the statuesque stranger. He tried to focus on his book but couldn't help stealing glances. Up close, she looked to be in her early twenties—roughly Tiago's age—with features exuding youth despite her commanding aura. She wore a tight, sleeveless lycra shirt that looked like a uniform. His eyes lingered for a moment... long enough to catch the words "rowing club" across her shirt... she must be a rower; that would explain her strong build... In the corner of the shirt was a small flag: the Netherlands. Could she be on the Dutch national team? He wondered why she chose to sit so close to him, despite the emptiness of the bus... but he wasn't complaining. She quickly glanced in his direction, and Tiago pretended to read...

The Dutch amazon crossed her left leg over the right, and let her sandal dangle facing Tiago. She looked absorbed in her phone, her left arm resting casually on the seat away from him. Tiago figured he could get away with continuing to admire her. Her legs were massive in her short shorts. Thick, muscular thighs... calves carved in stone, exuding power... His own legs, bare in his running shorts, looked like toothpicks in comparison. Most of his friends would have found this woman too tall, too big. But he wasn't like them... Tiago had never seen such a powerful example of the female form. He worried she would catch his gawking, but couldn't help himself...

The bus stopped in front of the zoo at Sete Rios. More passengers entered, including a large man who made his way down the aisle. As he neared, the sharp stink of liquor and cigarettes hit Tiago. Many rows of empty seats remained, but the man slid past the tall Dutch athlete onto the left side of the back row and sprawled across two seats until his right leg touched her left. She gave him a dirty look, and shifted towards Tiago without a word. To give her enough space, Tiago shrank as much as he could against the window... But she was big and, as her legs rested apart naturally, her right thigh pressed firmly against his...

Her thigh felt warm and sweaty against his bare, smooth leg... Tiago was compressed in this position, but also in awe of her proximity. There were so many other seats she could have taken to stay away from that guy, but she chose to move next to him... Tiago tried to appear nonchalant, reading his book, despite the rush of adrenaline flowing through him. She seemed distracted, laughing at something on her phone, when her right arm rested over the head cushion of his seat. Her arm didn't touch him, but he could feel its presence. Her bicep was substantial, solid, strong... much bigger than the small biceps his short sleeves exposed. Her open stance also exposed him to her scent, her armpit a few inches from his face. She was sweaty, raw, musky, vital...

Unexpectedly, the bus took a sharp left turn, and momentum smashed the tall amazon against Tiago. She was heavy, solid... in that moment, Tiago felt crushed but also roused, wishing she wouldn't move away... As the turn ended, she slowly adjusted back to her seat, without a word or a glance. She continued to stare at her phone, while Tiago did his best to read Promethea... How could he focus on Promethea on the page when she had incarnated next to him?

The bus took a couple more turns and reached Campolide. The large man stood up and mumbled something in her direction. She told him loudly to piss off and flipped him the middle finger. The man looked a little scared and left the bus without another word.

With the smelly man gone, Tiago feared his time beside this incredible woman was over. But instead of sliding away, she rested her right arm above his headrest again. Tiago's heart raced... did she want to stay this close to me? She's a force of nature and I'm a wimp...

As the bus turned again, the Dutch amazon shifted with it towards Tiago and slid her right leg over his left, her thigh smothering his... but when the turn was over, she did not move away. Her bulky, iron hamstring continued to pin his meek, pale quad. The pressure was intense, sinking his leg into the seat cushion. Her bulging calf clamped around his shin... her entire leg wrapped around his. It hurt, but he dared not move... he wanted to keep feeling her skin, her heat, her weight for as long as she would let him. She showed no sign she even felt him under her ... was he so small as to be unnoticeable?

Not knowing how to react to her daring invasion of his space, Tiago continued to pretend to read. A guy standing nearby briefly glanced at him, the tall Dutchess, and her leg smothering his. Did he think they were together? The thought thrilled Tiago, despite the one-sidedness of his current predicament. He should have felt humiliated by being used as part of her seat, but he felt only awe and want. As he daydreamed, she brought her arm down, resting it on his shoulders. It was heavy, warm, and sweaty. She completely enveloped him. There was no mistake, she was doing this to him. The Dutch Valkyrie still didn't acknowledge him, but he noticed a wry smile on her face... She was enjoying herself.

The 758 approached Amoreiras, and Tiago wasn't sure what to do. He was afraid of breaking the moment by speaking, but he also wanted to get to know her... Without a word, the tall woman placed her hand in his hair and ran her fingers through it. Instinctively, Tiago closed his eyes and leaned into the motion...

"You're so cute, little man... what's your name?" She finally spoke in perfect English, continuing to stroke his hair.

"Tiago." Was all he could murmur, his voice barely audible.

"I'm Inge. Hope you're not uncomfortable," she said with a teasing smile. "What's the book you're reading? The women in it look strong..." Her voice was slow, deliberate. 

"It's Promethea... it's about an Amazon goddess..." He managed meekly, in English.

"Curious choice of reading material, little guy," she said, her smile lingering as she finally faced him. The intensity of her eyes stirred something deep in him. She moved her thigh from his, but continued running her fingers lazily through his hair. "So hot in this bus... don't you think, Tiago?" He could only nod, still caught in her presence.

"My foot feels itchy... probably these cheap sandals..." she remarked, as she dropped her right flip-flop to the ground and pressed her bare foot on top of his left sneaker—rubbing it around to scratch the itch. Her sun-kissed foot was large, engulfing his—yet graceful and unmistakably feminine. When she was done, her foot settled, heavy, crushing his smaller foot beneath it. He felt pain, but his mind was occupied with the wish to be barefoot too, to feel her soles on his insteps...
"You should see your face, Ti-Ti... you look so red." Inge grinned, savoring every second of his flustered silence. "Is my big foot crushing you?" She whispered, soft and deliberate, like she was in no rush...

Caught in the moment, Tiago placed his hand on her warm thigh. It felt so thick and strong...

"Bold move, little one... didn't think you'd have the guts for that," Inge said, teasing praise in her voice as she brought her right hand over his, reasserting control. She gave his fingers a slow squeeze, locking them in place. "That's a lot of pressure for one little guy," she whispered, pushing his hand firmly into her thigh as she shifted her foot more heavily onto his... "You were made for this, weren't you..."

As the bus neared Rato, Inge grabbed Tiago and pinned him against the window. "You're such a cute little snack," she teased, her voice thicker, warm with wanting. She pressed her body against him and buried her lips in his, her tongue claiming his mouth with no hesitation. His tongue met hers, trying to keep pace—but she was in control and he could only follow. Still, he wrapped his arms around her, his small frame pushing into her strong, womanly body. Never in his life had Tiago felt anything so overwhelming—he wished the moment would never end...

Their kissing lasted a minute, maybe more... but all good things in life come to an end... "Próxima estação, Príncipe Real," announced the automated speaker system. "That's my station, little Ti." Inge said softly, staring deeply into his eyes as she pulled away. Without looking away, she crossed her left leg over her right and wiggled her bare foot, angled in toward him. Tiago noticed her sandal on the ground, and he knew what he had to do... At once, he dropped to his knees in the narrow space between the bus seats and lifted her flip-flop from the ground. Gently, almost reverently, he slipped the sandal onto his Goddess's foot... Inge smiled down at him, radiant.

Rising to her feet, Inge took a card from her pocket and handed it to Tiago. "Here, little man..." With a few long strides, she got off the bus. Tiago stared after her as the bus pulled away. He looked down at the card...

THE END

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