Train Encounters

[CheckingWinger]

Sitting alone in a "4 seater" commuter car during afternoon rushour. Reading the Wall Street Journal after a busy day at the office.

Michael Kantone is a 50 year old Semi-Athletic Businessman who Runs a small currency trading firm out of NY City. When he was younger he was a military officer, specializing in intelligence gathering. As a result he'd learned four languages which he now speaks fluently.

He's used his language skills and international connections to make a VERY comfortable living in the international currency trade markets.

He's six foot one with salt and pepper hair, large hands and shoulders and just the hint of a gut on him.

Wearing a pristine Brooks Brother's Suit and Tie with Flursheim shoes, he peruses the paper while he waits for the train to depart the station and bring him to his 6,500 sq. foot suburban home.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda stepped into the car and sat down across from the businessman. She was dressed inconspicuously enough in all black - a black hoodie, black skirt, black leggings, and black shoes. Still, the clothing was not enough to fully hide her curvaceous body, her taunt, flat belly; and her gigantic 54E boobs. Her jet black hair hung out of her hood, bundled close together in a high ponytail. The only bits of her tan flesh that was exposed was her hands and her face.

The 18 year old girl was carrying all her worldly possessions in a big backpack. She just wanted to get out of town, and get out as far as she could. There was nothing for her here. She settled into her seat, and sighed. Even though her hoodie was bulky, the heaving of her breasts was still visible, if not ever so slightly.

 

[CheckingWinger]

His Wall Street Journal brustled in his hand as she past him to sit down. Looking up those breasts caught his eye immediately.

He looked her over from head to black toe and found her attractive enough, although it's a shame that she covers that body in too many bulky clothes.

What did he know, at 50 years old he was certainly out of touch with pop culture, and had no idea what was considered fashionable.

Jesus what tits though, he thought to himself.

Then after a fourth or fifth look at those tremendous tits, he noticed her face. She was pretty but what struck him was the anguish he saw. He wanted to reach across the seats, scoop her up in his arms and carry her away to .............something better than whatever it is she was worried about.

::Looking at her I had to say something, so I leveled my gaze, waited for her to look at me and when she did, I simply asked, "Rough Day?"

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda looked up at the businessman, noting how urbane and sophisticated he looked. He was old enough to be her father. Yet he looked rather handsome and very masculine. The way he looked at her looked almost fatherly too. She smiled at him.

"You have no idea," she said. She gave a big sigh, her breasts rising and falling. "I'll just be glad when it's all over."

 

[CheckingWinger]

Looking down at her, he can't help but feel a tinge of empathy, along with that familiar stirring in his loins.

I smile and look her dead in the eyes, "Well technically, it's 6pm, the workday's over!" . you heading home?

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda shrugged. "I guess so. Really, I don't have much of a place to go to."

 

[CheckingWinger]

I looked at her quizzically, .. "What do you mean (chuckling playfully) ...... What are you homeless or something?"

As I speak, I look you up and down again, obviously drawn to your giant breasts, I'm torn between an empathetic interest in why you'd say you didn't have anywhere much to go, and a fascination with your hot little body, and big tits.


My eyes, after several passes over your body, settle on your eyes, searching for a sign as to whether you were being literal with your words or figurative.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda started to look around, then caught herself. She was 18, a legal adult now. No one could force her to return to her miserable home life.

"I am 18 years old," she declared. "I am trying to start a new life for myself. I'm sick and tired of living with my drunken, neglectful excuses for parents. I am running away."

 

[CheckingWinger]

My face contorts into a frown as I look down at you, I can't help but wonder what kind of difficult situation would push you to such extreme measures. Lots of people leave home young, but very few will confide in a stranger like this, and even fewer, are angry enough to vent their frustration to a stranger on a train.

For a moment, my life passes before my eyes as I think back to myself at your age. I was brash, independent cock-strong; typical young soldier. I'd left home young in similar circumstances.

I'd found sanctuary in the military, the adrenaline and order of it seemed to suit me well. I'd enlisted, flourished as a soldier and soon began taking college courses on my off duty hours. After a few years as an enlisted man, I'd earned a degree and a Military Commission.

Now, some 30 years later, I find myself well educated, established in business, still fit but unmarried. My house is home only to me and my dog Ralph.

Another look at your succulent breasts slaps my mind back into focus. As usual my brain shoots to the practicality of the matter.

"You seem to be travelling light. Do you have a place to stay tonight? Money??

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda looked down at the ground.

"Well, not exactly..." she began, then her voice trailed off. The truth was, her decision was so rash, she had not thought much beyond putting as much distance between herself and home before anyone noticed she was missing. She had no place to go, and no one to turn to.

 

[CheckingWinger]

He is not an idiot, He understands how completely inappropriate and unwise this might be, but the stress lines on such a young, beautiful face just seemed unjust somehow.

Despite her openness she was attempting, very poorly, to be coy.

Her angst was evident and her lack of financial means showed through her body language with every wringing of a small fist, tapping of a toe or a half dozen other gestures.

Knowing full well he may regret this, he began,

"You know, I've done quite well for myself in business simply by following a few simple rules. One of which is, NEVER MAKE IMPORTANT DECISIONS ON AN EMPTY STOMACH. Have you eaten yet?

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda touched her stomach, pushing in her hoodie all the way down to her flat, hard belly, revealing how large and round her tits were. She pressed for a few seconds, then sighed.

"No."

 

[CheckingWinger]

I smile at you as I look down at you. I am sitting erect in the seat and you appear to be slouching way down.

"Look, I'm getting off at the next stop in Williamsbridge, I was going to dine at Bookbinder's tonight.....alone, would you .....(voice trails off).................................... CARE TO JOIN ME?"

I watch her carefully for body language, Although I feel as if I was just being "fatherly"...something about the dinner invitation seemed "intimate".. as if I were a young kid in puppy love asking a girl for a date???

What the fuck am I thinking about? I admonish myself back to focus. Then finally looking over at you for an answer.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda's stomach gurgled at the mention of food. She looked up at the man and smiled.

"I'd love to," she said. "I'm starving!"