Patrick
I've seen her every weekday on the train from Salem to Boston, always sitting in the same seat by the window. I remembered the exact moment Isaw her - September 24, 2017 at 7:43 am. I was making sure each passenger had a valid ticket and as I came around punching holes, she looked up from her book and gave me the most gentle smile as she handed me her ticket. My knees buckled at her beauty and my mouth turned dry from her unexpected smile. I was too nervous to say anything to her and I only managed to muster up a wink.
Serene
I've seen him five days a week for the past two years but we've never said more than a few words to each other, usually just commenting on the weather or another failed playoff run by the Bruins. His hair has greyed over the years, becoming more and more handsome since first day he winked at me. Each day I convince myself that I will make more of an effort to speak to him, but he always seems so busy that I end up talking myself out of it.
Patrick
Every day I want nothing more than to sit and chat with her a while on her ride to work, but the trains are always busy I never even get a moment to just stop and breathe. I get the sense that she's interested but maybe it's just wishful thinking that a girl in her 20s would even look at a grey haired man old enough to be her father. So our encounters never go beyond a smile, a wink, or the casual comment about the snow.
Serene
Today I've convinced myself that I am going to get his attention. The cold weather is finally clearing up and I can ditch the scarf for something a bit more enticing. I never thought I would be trying to get the attention of an older man but there is something so intriguing about him that I can't help but fantasize about him taking me out to dinner, kissing my neck, making love to me on a king-sized bed. I conclude that the best way to get his attention is to ditch my usual seat for the one directly opposite the carriage door so that he will see me as soon as he struts into the carriage. I practically have his schedule memorised by now and two minutes before he walks into the carriage I pull the neckline of my dress down so it's sitting just above the top of my bra to give him an inviting peak at what has been trapped under my winter coat.
Patrick
When I first walked onto her usual carriage, I panicked because I couldn't see her. I quickly scanned the seats for that familiar face when I noticed her shiny black hair right in front of me. I admired her head to toe as usual and almost stopped breathing when I noticed her plentiful breasts peeking out the top of her dress. I stepped closer to her as I tried to regain some strength. I asked for her ticket in a weak and distracted whimper. Our hands touched lightly as she placed the paper in my hand, maintaining eye contact with each other the whole time. I finally broke eye contact to stamp her ticket, only to notice that she hadn't given me a ticket, but rather a note. There it was, written in neat cursive writing, "Fuck me, daddy."
Serene
I was at eye level with his waist and could see him growing harder by the second. He reached into his pocket for his holepunch and pretended to lose grip of it. The holepunch fell purposely by my feet and as he went to pick it up he whispered in my ear, "Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes." I quickly got up from my seat, trying to remain as casual as possible as I headed for the bathroom but making sure to grind on Patrick as I squeezed past him while he continued to punch tickets and conceal his growing erection. After the longest two minutes of my life, I finally heard a knock at the bathroom door, and Patrick charged right in, wasting no time pulling down the top of my dress and freeing my breasts from my bra.
