We boarded the train together, and for the first time I didnt mind that it was crowded with people. It forced us to be close. I was falling in love with his scent. As we sat next to each other, he began to explain to me how he had guessed what was in my bag. I had been wondering.
"I work just down the street, and walk past that store several times a day. I always notice the strawberry sign in the window."
"Well they have tons of other stuff in there too, so how did you guess strawberries?", I asked.
He simply replied, "You seem like the type."
"And what type would that be?"
"The same type as me. You enjoy a simple pleasure. Seeing the sign in the window always makes me smile. When I noticed it was the only bag you had, I guessed you did the same. Saw the sign, and smiled at the thought of enjoying something as plain and simple as a plump, fresh, juicy strawberry."
He was incredibly right.
"Well sir, you win the knowledge prize.", I said. "But don't go thinking you've earned yourself a taste of that simple pleasure just yet."
We chatted back and forth the whole train ride home. About nothing in particular really. Just pleasant conversation. But all the while my mind and heart kept racing, just from being close to him. I took in several deep breaths. He smelled so good. It aroused me. Amidst our conversation, he inquired as to where I was from, and why I had moved so far away. I refrained from telling him the whole truth. I didnt want him to know that I was damaged. Or at least that that was how I viewed myself. I only told him I was there seeking something new, but I wasnt sure what that was yet. He offered up little information about himself, almost asthough he was thinking the same way I was. I learned that he was 11 years my senior, and worked as a Web Developer. He did not live in the city though. He commuted back and forth everyday from his home in Maryland.
As the train approached my stop, he pulled a pen out of his laptop bag, took my hand out of my lap and began to write something on my palm. The pen tickled my skin, but my mind was drawn to the wetness I could feel gathering in my black lace panties. Even the simple touch of his hand to mine was enough to get me excited. Only when he let go, was I able to focus again. He had written his cell phone number on my hand.
"Text me later.", he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Maybe I wont wait til later."
This time he let his excited smile show.
"Even better."
I reached into my bag and pulled out one single strawberry, placed it in his hand, winked, and walked off the train without another word.
All I could do was sit and stare at the number on my palm. Hours had passed since my train ride with Brian had ended. I sat with my cell phone in my right hand, and my eyes fixed on the number written on my left. I was nervous, but excited. I had no idea where this was going. But I knew I wanted to find out. It was getting to be late in the afternoon, I lit a stick of insense and sat on the small loveseat in my livingroom. I was home for the evening now, and was dressed in my favourite short black nightie. The bottom of which barely covered my shapely ass. I still had on my black lace panties. They made me feel sexy. I left my hair down and put on my square, red rimmed reading glasses. I turned sideways on the loveseat and rested my soft, smooth, bare legs. Crossing my feet so that I could feel my own smoothness. I picked up my phone and began to type ..
"Hey Mister."
I set the phone down in my lap and laid my head back. I closed my eyes as I awaited a reply. I breathed in deep, taking in the scent of the insense burning across the room. Sandalwood. I loved it. It always relaxed me. A few minutes had passed when the phone suddenly vibrated in my lap, and I felt a surge of pleasure shoot up through my privates. It made my entire body tense up.
"Hello there lost little girl.", the text read.
He had no idea how lost I really was. But I was glad he had found me.
"Did you enjoy your simple pleasure?", I asked.
"Oh yes ma'am! How about yourself?"
"About to dig in now.", I replied.
"Good girl.", he said.
The strawberries I had purchased earlier in the day sat on a plate on the small table next to the couch. I hadnt had one yet, but they were looking mighty delicious at this particular moment. So I grabbed one and indulged. Taking my time eating it. I licked just the tip of the chocolate first. Getting it moist. I put my mouth around it, amd sucked on it just enough to get the taste of the chocolate, then slowly pulled it out again. The smooth chocolate felt good against my tongue. I lifted it back to my mouth and took a bite. A small amount of the juice ran down my fingers. I inserted them in my mouth one at a time, running my pierced tongue over them and sucked them clean.
"Mmmmmmm.", was all I could reply.
"Tell me something about you.", the next message read.
"What do you want to know?"
"I have no idea what I want to know, I just want to know you. You really excite me."
Me? Really? Hearing those words from him gave me the confidence to let him know that he was doing the same to me. We chatted a bit more and before long I found myself being extremely forward, moreso than I ever had been with anyone, and calling him names like 'baby' and he was calling me things like 'beautiful' and 'sweet angel'. He just did something to me I couldnt describe. Our conversation stretched into the late evening before we finally said our goodbyes for the night. We kept in contact via text for the next few days, as I was busy still trying to find a job. Everyday the conversations seemed to get a little deeper. A little more personal. And quickly turned intimate. I found him telling me things like,
"I want to lick you from your toes all the way up your body."
The thought made me quiver with delight. I wanted it.
"There are other places I would like to lick aswell."
"I'm sure there are.", I had replied, "I would love to kiss down the side of your neck."
"That would drive me insane. I want to kiss the back of your neck right where the hair line is."
Yes baby, tell me more.
"I would whisper to you how much I want you, and how good it feels to have you in my arms."
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