Besides, why would a stranger come in here? These guys would throw him out on his ass. They don’t like strangers much.” “Maybe he came in to see...you?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, you’re pretty good looking, and –“ “Hey, listen. I’m a bartender and that’s all, got it? You want a little fun, you go talk to Sandy or Jackie. They’re taking a break at that booth right over there.” “Hey, calm down. I wasn’t asking you for anything. I just said you were pretty. You always get mad when. They were little older. they both have the upper birth. so I asked to then that If they want the lower birth. but they refused my request and say Thank you for that. My front lower birth was still vacant. the train start running with slow speed. I took my pant and T-shirt and went to the toilet for change. when I come back. I saw a Aunty sitting in the front birth of mine. In the first look. she was have a beautiful cute face. wearing a black and red color sari. she was around 33-35 years old.. I smile. And I'm passive and patient. Kind of weird. But the tension is growing. Would I like to see the clothes she bought? Absolutely! She goes in the other room to change and comes out in a tiny red thing and it is holding her in - but barely. I compliment her. Tell her how nice she looks.She comes over to the couch and kind of half sits/half kneels next to me. Her large breast is on my shoulder. As she reaches over to my pants she whispers in my ear "let's see what you have here". A light. She was never afraid, but his movements caught her by surprise. She relaxed against him, feeling the heat of his body stretching the length of her own. He bit her softly on the back of the neck, his teeth raking lightly over her flesh as he laced the black silk scarf around her eyes, cloaking her in darkness. Being blindfolded was new to her, an odd sensation. Suddenly her other senses seemed to come alive. Her body was electrified, every touch heightened. Her heart pounded in her chest..