Chris saw Joanne run down the platform the next morning. "Running late?" he asked watching her breasts move inside her tee-shirt and remembering their taste and the feelings of her nipples hardening to his touch.
"Yes," she replied, smiling, "I had a good nights sleep,"
"Good," he said as the train pulled up and they assumed their normal seats. She followed her usual procedure and smiled at him before she tried to sleep.
As they got off the train, she gave him a piece of paper. "Chris, this is my number, can you give me a call later," she said as she walked off towards the underground with him following her at a discreet distance, his eyes glued to her beautiful bum and his memory full of how he had taken her there last night. Concerned that his thoughts were having an effect on his penis, he tried desperately to clear his mind.
Again, following their normal routine, Joanne stood in the door way of the underground train and Chris sat down in one of the few available seats. As Joanne got off the train she smiled at Chris and held her hand to her ear with the well known sign of 'phone me'.
Chris looked at the paper. It had a number, the letter 'J' and a couple of X's, two kisses.
He phoned her at about 10.00. "It's Chris, can you talk?"
"Yes, as it's you," she laughed.
"This is weird," he said. "I feel tongue tied."
"Good job you weren't last night" she said, the sexual overtone clear in her voice.
He laughed, embarrassed.
"Thanks for phoning Chris, I was thinking after you left about how we could see each other now my parents have returned; that's assuming you still want to?"
"Yes, of course, but God knows what a young girl like you sees in a middle aged man like me!"
"You haven't gone out with young boys have you?"
"Eh no, but I was one once!"
"Anyway", she continued ignoring him, "a friend of mine has used me as an alibi loads of times and she has a flat of her own. She is nearly always out and apart from having to take her into our confidence; I think she would let us use her place. What do you think?"
"Sounds OK to me, but what will she think of you using her place to shag an old man!"
"Chris, stop putting yourself down!" she sighed, "she will probably be jealous and I will have to make sure she doesn't make a play for you!"
"OK, see what she says," he smiled. "I guess with your parents returning we won't see each other tonight?"
"No, probably not, anyway, it gives you a chance to miss me and rebuild you supplies," she laughed.
"Yes", he said trying not to laugh, "at my age."
"Chris!" she interrupted him, "stop it!"
"I was joking," he laughed.
"OK, well maybe I'll see you on the train?"
"Yes hope so. See you," he said.
He sat back and his thoughts were interrupted by a text message.
"You are not an old man and I so want to continue what we have. J. XX"
Chris smiled and tried, unsuccessfully to get on with his work.
He didn't see Joanne on the train that night but, as usual he saw her the next morning.
"Sorted," she said making sure nobody overheard them. "My friend is OK with my suggestion and can't wait to meet you!"
"Oh good."
"Yes," she looked around again, "she has even offered to get me a key cut and suggested I move in with her on a full time basis. I think its great but my parents may have other ideas," she smiled. "But I am old enough to do what I want and can afford it, so I may take her up on the idea."
The train arrived and the journey to work took its normal process, finishing with her smiling her goodbye to Chris at her station.
A text arrived on Chris' phone mid morning. 'Tonight? My friends name is Carly btw'
'I think I can fit you in' he replied
'Isn't that what I am supposed to say LOL' came the response.
'LOL naughty. Normal train?'
'Yes. C U then XX.'
They met on the train and walked to his car at the home station, strangely silent.
"You OK?" she asked.
"Nervous."
"Why?"
"It's stupid, but meeting your friend Carly, I am worried. Will she think less of you because who you're shagging"
"Don't go there Chris! She snapped. "She will take it as it is. We are having fun. We don't know where we will end up but don't want to hurt each other and enjoy what we have. Have I summed it up Ok?"
"Perfect," he smiled. "And I so want to hug you," he added as he unlocked the car looking around, concerned who may see them and think something untoward.
"Go on then," she said, leaning across towards him.
He hugged her and kissed her and looked up guiltily, looking out of the car, seeing if they had been seen.
As he drove out of the car park, an old friend saw him and waved. Chris waved back.
"Who was that?" Joanne asked.
