I boarded the train at Hastings, as I do three days a week, heading back from class. Backpack slung over my shoulder, Tweed sports coat, complete with leather elbow patches and worn but not ratty looking jeans completing my ensemble. Such is the life of this twenty-something part time collegian. As I entered the car, a smile crossed my face as I scanned the interior for a seat. There she was! Auburn hair in a short, tight do, looking prim and proper, fitting in with the rest of the commuter crowd. I reminisced for a moment, remembering the last time we met. There was something about this woman that made me bolder than I thought of myself. I remembered sitting next to her, chatting idly, as my hand snaked up under her skirt. I remembered her scent, her taste, her willingness to let me do as I pleased. I remembered telling her, “Next time, no panties.” wondering if there would be a next time. When was that? Three months ago? I walked down the aisle, stopping at her seat. “Is this seat taken?” I innocently asked. She looked up as she answered, “No!” There was no smile on her face, but I could tell, she recognized me, a look of slight discomfort crossing her face. “It’s, it’s available,” she added. Looking at the book in her lap, I asked, smiling, “That’s not the same steamy novel, is it?” She blushed. “Oh, no! But you wouldn’t know that by looking. They’re all the same. I really should find something better to read.” “Never apologize for your reading habits,” I said. “At least you read! And there are complete words in these etimesgut escort books, not text speak.” She smiled, relaxing a bit. “So, how have you been?” she said, looking for small talk to fill the silence. “Good! Busy! Between classes and work I don’t have a lot of spare time. You?” I asked the last question, looking in her eyes. Hazel. Matching up well with her hair. Irish, I’m thinking, at least somewhere in her lineage. Then my gaze dropped to her hands. No ring! Returning my gaze to her face, I awaited an answer. “I’m good too! Returning from a visit to my sister’s place in Manhattan,” she said. “Just like last time.” She smiled. “Only last time we didn’t talk much, if my memory serves me correctly,” I replied, smiling back, the awkwardness of the meeting fading into the background. “No we didn’t. You kept shushing me,” she said, reaching for my hand and placing it on her knee. There was a definite twinkle in her eye as she let go of my hand, opening her legs ever so slightly. “Do you remember your last words to me?” Still gazing into her face, I nodded in the affirmative, my hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the rising heat. My fingers brushed against the wiry hairs standing sentinel at the gates of her virtue. I smiled. “Good girl,” I whispered as my middle finger sank into her wetness. She let out a sigh as she scrunched down in the seat, wanting as much of me inside her as possible. “I don’t want you to think that I do this for every young hunk I meet on a train,” she said, eryaman escort leaning her head back against the seat, eyes shut, hips rolling slightly. “Of course not,” I answered as I slipped a second finger inside. “And I don’t want you to think I do this to every good looking woman I sit next to, either,” I replied, punctuating the phrase with a twitching of my fingers as the lay buried deep inside her. “God, that feels good,” she moaned. “Shhh!” I said, leaning close, my lips brushing her ear. “You don’t want the whole train to hear you cumming, now do you?” Turning her head, she said, “I don’t care.” Then she kissed me. No sensual brushing of the lips. Her tongue rammed into my teeth, before filling my mouth. I curled my fingers inside her, making her moan. Chewing on her lip before breaking the kiss. “Care to take a short side trip before returning home?” I whispered. “I thought you’d never ask,” she replied. From the far end of the car, the conductor called out. “Sleepy Hollow! This station stop is Sleepy Hollow!” The car began to slow down as I extricated my wet hand from under her skirt. She looked at me as she pulled the hand to her mouth, sucking the warm musk from my finger. I offered her the other one, which she eagerly accepted after asking, “Aren’t you going to taste?” “You’d better believe it,” I answered as I stood up to leave. “I’m getting off here,” I added with a sly smile, “Do you want to get off, too?” “I thought you’d never ask!” she replied, licking the last evidence sincan escort off my finger, after standing up. Stepping off the train, we watched as it receded into the distance. “Oh! I think I left my book on the train!” As we made the two minute walk from the station to my place, I told her that I’d make it up to her, re-enacting any scene she could remember. After I let her in the door, she turned to me, pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. “That’s the first thing I remember!” she panted, grinding her pelvis against mine. Dropping to my knees, I lifted her skirt, exposing her ginger colored bush to my lustful gaze. “And was this the second?” I asked just before pressing my face into the wiry mass. “Almost,” she said as she held the back of my head as she pushed her hips forward. “You’ve almost got it!” Extending my tongue, I feathered the fleshy hood, teasing her clit, as I breathed in her heady scent. “Yes! Yes! There! Right there!” she moaned, wiping her wetness on my cheeks and chin. I abruptly stopped and stood up. “What? Why did you stop?” she said in a panic. Sweeping her into my arms, I answered, “So I could do this.” I walked her to my bedroom, laid her on top of the covers, re-flipped her skirt, and dove back in. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I said as I spread her thighs, teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue. As I feasted on her, I managed to take off my shirt and pants feasting my eyes on her damp womanhood. “Oh fuck, yes!” Grabbing two fistfuls of hair, she pulled me into the soft, wet folds of her obviously ready and eager cunt. My nose slid between her bedewed lips and I breathed in more of her musk causing my cock to throb with need. Reaching up, I unbuttoned her blouse, pleasantly surprised to find a front closure bra.