While I was pulling my pants down he went to another room. When he came back he had a few magazines. He looked at me and said I ment take them off not...halfway to your knees. I said ok and took off my shoes then pants, he said the underwear too. Here I was standing in front of a man I barely know, with just my shirt and socks on. Needless to say I was nervous about it and scared. He set the magazines down on the table and said to pick one. I grabbed one and opened it. The big rotted women got. There she came with a coffee and sat next to me.We were speaking to each other and were watching tv, in a while, she just kept her left hand on my thighs and kept on rubbing it.I was getting aroused and kept my hand on her boobs and started squeezing them.And there she was, just moaning and kept on enjoying the moment.Then, we lip locked each other for 10 mins and my hands were inside her panties and finger fucking her.She was so wet, my whole hand was full with her juice.Then, I made her nude. Now arriving at Yasuki Station."The voice on the intercom cuts through your clouded mind, waking you from your rest. For a second, you're not sure where you are, your steely eyes groggily opening to the sight of empty seats. As you reach up to rub the exhaustion out, the information begins to filter back into your brain. Yasuki. That's what the female voice had said. Yasuki Station. Everything comes back in a rush. You're on a train, and you've now arrived at your destination.You can't help but. She and her friend was observing me - I spoke a few words to the guy next to me, feigning disinterest. This, I later found, was her thing.It didn't take long, and she was back, ordering another drink. I fixed her up again, and this time she stayed. She asked me my name, and other small talk stuff.I answered in shore sentences or with nods, barely looking at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I got a very good idea, though.She wasn't very tall - a head and a half shorter than me. She was.