As his hands drift lower, sliding under the waist band of her panties. moving, and massaging until he is over her shaven bare mound. She is molten dow... there, fluids flowing from her soaking her panties and making it so easy to slide his fingers over her lips, back and forth sliding into her slit teasing at her opening, while the oils mix with her juices."MMMmm, we have to stop this, it's not right, not mmmm, stop it, I can't I think I'm at the wrong time."His reply is simple, "Don't worry,. He nestled closer. She could feel the hard-on in his pants. It made her smile.“Did you do what I asked?” he said.“Yes.”“Good. Now do exactly as I say.”“OK.”“Spread your legs.”“What--?”“Do it.”She looked around the train. The other passengers were oblivious, wrapped up in their own worlds.She shifted her weight and spread her legs. Under the short skirt her pussy was now exposed to the open air of the train. It made her feel hotter. She flinched as his right hand moved up the back of her. I have done this since I started dating.”“Thanks for a terrific evening, but Helen has to leave. She works in the morning,” Jessie said.Helen was the 16 year-old babysitter. Jessie and I hugged and kissed again before she opened the door. “Would you mind walking Helen over to her building?” Jessie said.“No I don’t mind. I can walk with her to her building,” I agreed. I had never met Helen before. In a few minutes Helen came out of the apartment pushing money into her pants pocket. Jessie was. It was 1:30 am, and the Manager asked us to leave. On our way home, we decided to pick up some more alcohol. We reached home and started drinking. We started talking about our lives and what all had happened during the past few years. As the night passed, the distance between Zyra and me got reduced.Somehow we started talking about our relationships. Zyra was shocked to hear that I had not dated any girl till now. She couldn’t believe that I live in Mumbai and not date anyone. She got a date.