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Taking in more of her ample chest and thick thighs with my peripheral vision.
Almost groaning when it registers that she has the hips and ass to match the grip of my hands too.
A body that although much shorter than mine, is made to fit mine perfectly.
I’m instantly distracted by the mental image of me gripping her hips, those thighs over mine as I slide in and out of her sweet, quivering hole.
Her large breasts pressed up against me. Her hard nipples rubbing against my chest until she’s coming heavily on my aching cock.
The release I’m already craving as I fill her with my seed in my mind.
“Uhhh. Earth to Natasha?” Her friend says with an air of annoyance.
“You sure you didn’t bump your head?” her friend asks, fanning her hand in front of Natasha’s eyes and snapping her fingers.
Annoying me so much I click my tongue, almost batting her hand away before another voice interrupts us.
“Nat? Suze? I—”
It’s the woman I saw earlier, Natasha’s mom, I take it. And putting two and two together, I understand Suze to be Natasha’s best friend.
“I hope they’re not bothering you?” The woman says, looking sheepish until she spots how close her daughter is sitting next to me. My hand still on her arm.
“I’m Renee. Natasha’s mom,” she says with an increasing air of protective authority.
“Not at all,” I explain to her calmly, relating how the train moving kind of threw us all together into my suite.
“I mean with their silly truth or dare game,” the woman adds, piquing my interest as I look at Natasha for more details.
She flushes a deep red, and Suze explains to Renee, Natasha’s mom, that they hadn’t exactly gotten that far yet.
Natasha’s mom guffaws, apologizing again, telling the girls to come along with her and to leave me in peace.
But my grip on Natasha only tightens, making her emit a little sound.
An erotic sound.
Like someone who’s enjoying being touched.
Like someone who wants and needs more than just a hand on her arm.
“You don’t really have to go anywhere, do you?” I ask Natasha. Not even thinking about loosening my grip let alone watching her walk away from me just moments after meeting her.
“I want to hear more about your game too,” I add with a grin. “Truth or dare, huh? I haven’t played that in ages,” I tell everyone, casting my gaze from Natasha to her mom and best friend, who both seem surprised at just how interested I am in Natasha for some reason.
“It’s just a stupid dare,” her friend murmurs, looking deflated suddenly. Renee too. They both look… defeated somehow.
“What’s the dare?” I ask Natasha, relaxing my grip on her arm but keeping her close enough that my hand rests naturally. Still touching her.
Her mother gives me a strange look, her friend too. As if they both know the dare and don’t want to hear anything more about it for some reason.
“Is it really so bad?” I ask, chuckling, wondering just how crazy a dare Natasha was set.
“Did you have to rob me, kill me?” I ask her with mock drama, resting a hand to my chest and pretending to be shocked beyond belief.
“It’s just a silly game, like I said,” her mom pipes in again. “C’mon, Nat, let’s go…” she almost growls, grinding the last words out and widening her eyes to prove her point.
“I think I’m entitled to know,” I protest, still smiling. Keeping it light.
“If I’m the subject of a dare, I think I should at least—” I say, really enjoying myself now.
But Natasha’s answer cuts in.
It’s unusual for something to actually cut me off when I’m talking, but hearing her.
It’s like nothing else on earth.
It’s fucking music to my ears.
“I was supposed to come in here and ask you to kiss me,” she says pointedly.
Giving a sharp look over to her friend and creasing the corners of her mouth as she shifts her gaze to her mom.
“A not-so-attractive younger girl asks an older man to kiss her,” she says again.
The way she says it this time makes me dislike how she’s put it.
That’s not how I see her at all. And I’m sure her best friend and her mother wouldn’t think that either.
Or would they?
It is odd though. I mean, asking a complete stranger for a kiss as a dare.
I could be an ax murderer for all they know.
The thought of Natasha asking anyone else, a complete stranger for anything suddenly has my back up.
“Do you get these kinds of dares very often?” I ask her, not exactly hiding my emotions now.
“Never,” Natasha answers me straight away.
The awkward silence that follows is only broken by the dull rhythm of the train moving over joins in the tracks.
I consider everything for a moment.
Relaxing once I convince myself not to be an ass when I’m being presented with the greatest opportunity of my life.
