I sat across from her in the Quiet Zone on my commuter train. It was the only seat available when I reached the train moments before it left. She was young. She was pretty. I had seen her many times before on the train. I'm sure she had seen me admiring her looks and I'm sure I wasn't the only man who did.
I couldn't help but look at her and marvel at her natural beauty sitting so near to me. She always wore simple clothes and little makeup. She didn't need to alter or enhance her appearance. She was born with natural, girl-next-door wholesomeness. Oops. There, she caught me looking at her. At least I think she did. There. Again only this time I looked into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back and nodded a little.
My train ride was about 40 minutes long. She took some paper out and was making a note. I looked out the window and watched as we zoomed past the commuters stuck in their cars on the highway bordering the rail line.
A tap on my knee. "Excuse me." I said softly looking to see what or who I had hit. The young lady had tapped my knee and was holding out a note I presumed for me to take. I looked at her, pointed at the note, then myself and shrugged. She nodded and wiggled the note at me. I reached out to take it not knowing what it might be.
"Hi. My name is Tara. My # is 787-555-3424. Please sms me now so we can chat."
I pulled out my phone and sent:
'Hi Tara. I'm Rod. Nice to meet you."
She smiled and starting typing.
I got a smiley face back then 'Hi Rod. It's so nice to meet you. I've seen you looking at me before.'
As I was reading a second message came in from Tara.
"I assume you think I'm cute. Have you seen me looking at you?"
I sent back. 'I'm that obvious? And no, I haven't noticed you watching me. Yes I think you're cute. Though I would say pretty, or beautiful."
She smiled again.
'Well. I think you're cute.'
I paused. I am on the north side of 45. I would guess Tara to be about 22 on a day when she was feeling old. 'Thank you Tara. It's been a while since someone has said that to me.'
'We don't have much time before your stop. So how cute do you think I am? I think you're cute enough to make out with.'
Wow, okay. 'Ty again. Well you're absolutely that cute, but what does make out with mean to you?'
'Well it starts with kissing and touching and then goes where ever it goes from there.'
'That's my definition too. When shall we make out? or are we just playing to pass time on the ride?'
'You get off in four stops right?'
I guess she had noticed me. 'Yes.'
'Do you know what tunnel time is?'
'I have heard of it but never done it.'
'Me neither. So let's do it. I will get off at your stop with you tonight.'
'Okay. You know I'm older than you right?'
'I know. But you're cute and you think I'm cute.'
I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe this was happening.
My phone buzzed with another text from Tara. 'OK?'
I looked at her and mouthed 'OK'.
I was a bit panicked all of a sudden. I turned my head and looked out the window watching the backyards of homes tick by one after another as we approached the next stop. It didn't calm my mind.
my phone buzzed again 'Watch my things. BRB'
Tara jumped up leaving her backpack on her seat. She was wearing tight jeans that hugged her young body showing off her shapely legs and high perfectly round ass. I watched her walk away my eyes focused on the gap at the top of her thighs. On top she was wearing a jacket of some sort and I guess a t-shirt. I couldn't believe how nervous I was feeling. What the hell was going on? What the hell was I doing? We were pulling away from the stop when Tara re-appeared stepping over our train neighbours to get back to her seat. The train jerked and tilted a bit as trains do when they start moving. Tara wobbled then fell into me, her hand landing between my legs on the seat. She paused a second and looked me in the eyes smiling.
She placed her backpack on the ground and now sat with her jacket open and her legs spread. Her tits were probably A's maybe B's and her jean covered her pussy pointed directly at me. My eyes travelled back up her body reaching her eyes. She got a big smile on her face. My phone buzzed.
'Like what you see don't you?'
I see she's confident about her looks. What was the right response? 'Of course. Who wouldn't?'
A smiley face came back to me.
Then 'We don't have much time. You have mine, now I want yours."
I looked at Tara with an inquisitive blank look on my face, then texted her '????'
'My underwear silly. It's on your seat between your legs.'
I nonchalantly put my hands between my legs. Damn. There was a balled up piece of material there. I looked down. Lacy boy shorts. Nice. An image of Tara wearing only these popped into my mind. The woman in the seat beside Tara looked at me and then at my hand but she really couldn't tell what I was holding.
'Go. Go to the bathroom now and bring me back your underwear.'
buzz. a second message from Tara.
'No underwear. No tunnel time. I will watch your stuff. GO!'