CHAPTER 3
Ari
Up close and personal, she was more attractive than I could even fathom. Geeky in a very sexy way. Someone so different than my normal type. And she seemed unpretentious, so down to earth. Not one woman I dated fell into this category. They were too stuck on themselves and too stuck on me. This Sarah intrigued me. And I’ll admit it, aroused me. Sucking her fingers, I could taste her and she tasted delicious. That perfect combination of sweet and salty. My cock strained against my fly. It had been a quite a while.
My eyes stayed on her as she staggered down the aisle, the speed of the train forcing her to clutch the edges of seats and walk in a zigzag line. Her tight little ass swayed side to side with each step, but I’m sure she had no clue how sexy she was. So fucking sexy. So fucking cute. Given the drab outfit she was wearing along with those worn out clunker boots, I was positive she was wearing practical cotton panties that came up almost to her belly, and while I was a total lace man, the skimpier the better, I found that image surprisingly sexy. Everything about her said warrior: Dare and try to get into my pants. There was nothing I loved more than a challenge. I could handle her. Melting panties was one of my talents.
My cock grew hard to the point of throbbing. “What are you waiting for?” I heard it cry out to me.
I heard you. As she disappeared from sight, I stood up and followed her down the aisle. I had no idea what trouble I was getting myself into.