"Time!! Please put your pencils down and pass your examination booklets to the front of the room. Hope to see all of you next semester," the professor exclaimed.
Having just completed his last exam of his first semester of college, Parker was overwhelmed with joy. He had spent the majority of the semester working up to that moment, spending endless hours in the library instead of partying like most freshmen. Parker kept telling himself that it would all be worth it after graduating when he lands a great investment banking job.
Without hesitating, Parker packed up his calculator and pencils. He was out of the classroom door within seconds. Cruising down the quad and taking a shortcut through the library, he was headed towards his dorm room. Before the exam, he had spent the majority of the morning packing his stuff to bring home to New York for December break.
"Hey dude, I'm heading home," Parker told him roommate. "I'll be back the weekend before classes start up again."
"Damn man. Your finals schedule was ridiculous," his roommate responded. The college scheduled finals for a 2 week period at the end of each semester. Parker, by pure luck of scheduling, was done in the first 3 days.
He picked up his duffel bag full of dirty laundry and headed to the bus stop. Parker was headed towards Boston's South Station to catch an Amtrak train. On the bus ride he reflected on how his semester went.
"Fuck. I barely accomplished any of my goals this semester," Parker thought to himself. "What's the point in going away to college if I'm not going to enjoy it?"
Number one on the list of things unaccomplished was getting laid. He had only had sex once before, with a girl he met the summer before college began. But it went so horribly that Parker needed a new chance to redeem himself.
Between his constant study habits and his quiet demeanor, he didn't meet a lot of girls. He was actually a decent looking young man though. His body was relatively athletic due to four years of high school soccer. He had a nice tan which complemented his big brown eyes and dark brown wavy hair. But unless a girl was going to jump on top of him in the library, he wasn't getting laid anytime soon.
Arriving at South Station, Parker looked up at the departure board to see when the next train was leaving - Regional Service to New York's Penn Station. Luckily, the train was almost ready to leave, so Parker rushed to the window and bought a reserved coach ticket.
The train was near empty since it was midweek morning. Parker's finals schedule was paying off, since the train would likely have been packed a week later with everyone traveling for the holidays. Inside the car, there were perhaps ten other people scattered around. Parker found his assigned window seat midway down the car. He got comfortable and was ready for the train to start moving.
Right as the train was pulling out of the station, Parker felt a shadow over him. He looked up to see the figure of a woman standing in the aisle putting her luggage onto the overhead racks. The woman gave Parker a smug little smile and sat down next to him. Parker was too annoyed to look directly at her. His first thought was that the train was pretty empty, and that even though everyone had assigned seats it probably would be fine if she moved elsewhere. That way he wouldn't feel so claustrophobic and both of them would be much more comfortable. But he was too afraid to say anything.
Then she crossed her legs. Parker, without thinking, glanced down to see a nicely tanned and rather toned thigh. Suddenly, she was much more welcome to sit with him if she wanted.
Trying not to make it too obvious, for the first couple minutes of the train ride the young man snuck glimpses down at her legs. Occasionally she would ever so slightly shift her body weight, raising her dark blue skirt revealing a tiny bit more of her thigh. While she was looking down at a woman's magazine, Parker felt compelled to get a better look at her face.
Ever so casually, he looked directly at her and was quite surprised. While he was expecting a woman in her 20's or 30's, here was something completely different. She was much older, probably closer to 50. But she looked great for her age. Her shoulder length brunette hair surrounded the soft tanned skin of her face, only slightly showing lines that revealed her true age. She had a youthfulness about her, while still showing that she was clearly a mature woman.
Parker pulled out a magazine and pretended to read it in between glances at her firm legs. The magazine also helped in disguising the stiffening of his cock in his pants.
Suddenly, out of the blue, the woman looks over at Parker. She opens her mouth and asks, "Do you know how long this train takes to get to New York?"
Dumbfounded that she was talking to him he quickly looked up from his magazine and managed to get out the phrase, "Umm what?"
"How long does this train take to get to New York?" she replied.
"Oh. Well like 4 hours."
"Shit. I'm going to miss my meeting," the woman started speaking frantically." I knew I should have flown. This was such a stupid idea. If I don't please these clients I know I'm going to get fired. I just know it...And then what the hell am I doing to do with myself?"
Parker stared at her not knowing what to say, or even if he was supposed to say anything at all. It was a rather awkward position that he was in. The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. She looked back at Parker, who looked like a deer in headlights.
She said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to freak out like that on you."
"Not to worry. It happens to the best of us."
"Thanks. I'm Jane."
"Parker." He reached his hand out to shake hers, overjoyed at being able to touch her soft skin.
"Lovely to meet you Parker."
Jane uncrossed her legs and moved her body to better face the boy. It was apparent the woman's legs weren't her only great feature. In the split second that Parker moved his body towards her, he managed to catch a peek at what appeared to be an ounce of cleavage showing. Without making it too obvious, he adjusted his body again to get another quick look.
She wore a white and blue striped button-down blouse. With the top button undone, a little of her large natural looking breasts peered through. As Jane spoke she ever so slightly leaned towards the young man, as a person who was genuinely interested in the conversation would do. Parker attempted to do his best to keep the conversation going while trying not to look too noticeable with his downward gazes.
It was pretty mild, casual conversation. He explained his academic life while she discussed her career in advertising sales. Both seemed content with having a conversation to pass the time on an otherwise dull train ride. Plus Parker was pretty excited by the short glimpses he could sneak at this other woman's body.
At one point, Parker attempted to suavely look downwards at Jane's magnificent legs. He waited for a short break in conversation when he knew she wasn't looking directly at him. His eyes glanced as far down as they could without moving his head, which would have been too obvious of his intent. When his pupils finally reached their destination, Parker was treated to a fantastic view of Jane' toned thighs.
Her legs still uncrossed, Parker followed them up with his eyes from her feet to her knees, all the way to her skirt. Suddenly, his heart started pounded uncontrollably because in amazement he realized her could see up her skirt to her inner thigh. His erection, which never completely went away, was now hard as ever.
Parker looked back up at Jane's face, who apparently was already staring right at him. Immediately Parker assumed the worst.
He thought to himself, "Damn it!! She definitely caught me staring at her. I'm such an idiot. She's probably totally creeped out now."
Parker turned away because he couldn't bear to look Jane in the eyes.
After what seemed to be an eternity to the boy, Jane finally opened her mouth and said, "So what do you want to do after college?"
"Umm. Go work on Wall Street," Parker barely mumbled out.
"Oh really? I'm sure you'll be very good at that."
In his mind Parker was freaking out because he didn't know whether he has been caught or not. Was she playing it off that she didn't see? Or maybe she didn't care? All he knew was that he wasn't going to take any more chances, which meant no more cheap views.
As the conversation continued, it was apparent that Jane wasn't going to make any reference to Parker staring at her. About half an hour into the ride, the train rolled into the Providence train station. A couple of new people got onto the train, but very few ended up sitting in the car Parker was in.
"I'm kind of cold," Jane said to Parker. "I should get my fleece blanket from my suitcase."
The woman turned towards the aisle and stood up. She reached up towards the overhead bin to try to get to her luggage. It had shifted while the train was moving, so it was now deeper into the compartment. Not being very tall, on her first attempt she realized it was too far to grasp.
Her next attempt, Jane stood on her toes to better reach. As she did, Parker started to take notice. The further she would extent her body, the higher her skirt would rise. Parker couldn't help himself but to look. By the time she was finally able to grasp her suitcase her skirt allowed for a fantastic view of her silky smooth legs. Suddenly, Parker got a millisecond glimpse of what appeared to be red panties.
"There we go," Jane said as she was able to finally come down with a blue fleece blanket. She unfolded and covered herself with it.
Disappointed, Parker thought to himself, "Fuck. Now I can't see anything. I guess sneaking peaks was fun while it lasted."
"Parker, I'm being rude. You're probably cold too. You are welcome to share my blanket with me."
"Oh thanks Jane. I appreciate it." He cast a smile in her direction. The truth was that he wasn't cold, but he just wanted to be closer to her body.
Lucky for him, the blanket wasn't terribly large, which meant both of them shifted closer to each other. Their arms touched as they both shared the armrest between the seats. On more than one occasion Parker felt her left breast rub against his bicep as she shifted position.
