Dennis’s Train Ride

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When I sat down in my usual seat on the train, I was surprised not to see Mr. Sprig sitting opposite me reading his morning paper, which he had done for the last two years. The commuter train took me from my suburban life into the city where I worked in a bank. I had been using the same train that left the station at eight in the morning and arrived promptly at nine, which gave me half an hour to walk to where I worked. Mr. Sprig, I had learned, was an accountant one year shy of retirement. We would make small talk but he was more interested in his paper so it only lasted a few minutes. When the doors to the train shut, the seat in front of me was still empty and it felt a bit strange not having the old man in front of me. Like most things in life, people tend to stick to their habits and this happens on trains, too. To my left sat an elderly woman, who took care of a child while its parents worked. Next to her sat a man who I thought was in banking or investment because he dressed similar to me, suits and ties. Across and one seat further down sat two guys in their twenties. I guessed they were students because they often talked about projects they hadn’t finished on time. All around me were people who always sat on the same seat, to and from the city. I heard the hush of the doors connecting the wagons when they opened and I looked up. There was a young woman standing just inside them, looking around. She saw the seat in front of me and made Escort Gölbaşı her way towards it. “Hi, is this seat taken?” she asked. “No.” She sat and placed a small backpack on the seat next to her. “Hi, I’m Laura.” “I’m Dennis, nice to meet you.” “Do you always take the train?” “Yep, for the last three years.” “Oh, I just moved so this is my first day.” “Usually, there is an old man sitting there, but he didn’t get on today.” She smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, she opened her backpack and took out a book. From the cover, I saw it was some kind of romantic action adventure. Then she took out a pair of glasses from a case in the backpack and carefully cleaned them with a little towel that she kept in it. I watched her while she read. I would have guessed she was in her late twenties, and she was quite beautiful in a homely way. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater. On her feet, she had sturdy shoes, and she had carried a jacket under her arm. The weather was okay for being April but there was a nip in the air. I noticed her boobs under her sweater and her thighs were not slim but neither were they fat. Her hair was light brown and it seemed she hadn’t had time to brush it that morning. Behind her glasses, her eyes were also brown and she had a straight nose which was a bit too large for her oval face. She kept nibbling on her lower lip while she read and, once in a while, she would sniffle, as if she Keçiören escort had the beginning of a cold. I dozed off with my head against the window and didn’t pay her any more attention until the train arrived at the station. When she got up, she said, “Thanks for the seat; I might see you later or tomorrow.” “Sure, have a nice day.” When she walked in front of me, I couldn’t help notice her ass; it was her best asset. Round, with a narrow waist and it moved seductively in her tight jeans. I have always been an ass guy, meaning I prefer a nice bum to big tits. And this woman had a fantastic ass. It was so nice that I spent most of the day thinking about it and how it would feel to kiss it and touch it and eventually fuck it. My cock grew hard several times and I had to go to the bathroom to wipe off the pre-cum. By the end of the day, I had decided that I had to have her. When the train left to take me back to suburbia she wasn’t on it. I sighed and figured I had lost my chance. All I could do was to go home to my wife and hope to get laid, which was not likely since she didn’t love me anymore. Or at least that’s what I thought. We’d slept in different rooms for half a year and we hardly spoke. The only reason we stayed together was that our kids still lived at home. It wasn’t the best decision maybe, but that was the way things were. The following morning, I found Laura sitting on Mr. Sprig’s seat when Kızılay escort bayan I walked down the aisle. I was so glad I almost hugged her. “Hi there,” she said when I sat down. “Hi, I didn’t see you yesterday evening.” “No, I had things to do, and I missed the six o’clock train.” “What do you do?” She put down the book, which was the same as the previous day, and then she put away her glasses. “I’m a paralegal.” “Sounds interesting.” “Not really. I want to be a lawyer, but I still have two years of law school left.” “Cool, so you study also?” She shook her head slowly. “No, I am only working now, to save up money so I can go back this fall.” We sat in silence for a while, both of us looking out the window at the passing landscape. After a while I said, “Did you move with your parents?” “No, with my boyfriend.” Shit, I thought. That was it, I had no chance now. “Oh, that’s nice,” I said, trying to sound happy for her. “Yeah, I thought so too, but it didn’t turn out that way.” She sighed and closed her eyes. Something wasn’t right. “Sorry if I sound nosy, but what’s wrong?” She opened her eyes and tilted her head a little. “My boyfriend is a functioning alcoholic.” “Oh.” I hadn’t expected that. “He has a very good job which pays for the house and our lifestyle, but he gets silly drunk every night and I just can’t stand it. All I want is for him to hug me and say he loves me. Instead, he drinks and watches TV.” “I’m sorry to hear that. Have you thought about getting help for him?” She scoffed. “I tried, but he refuses to accept that he has a problem.” “Mm, I can see that being the case.” She smiled and said, “What about you, do you have a girlfriend?” “I’m married and have two kids.” “Wow, you must have a busy life.

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