GM on the train

Hey guys n girls.

Had to put fingers to keyboard after my "moment" on the daily afternoon commute.

This particular afternoon was no more remarkable than any other, finish work,
get on the train, sleep some, then go home=boring.

Today was different, mostly due to the fact that the school hols are in full swing and well...there's a few more attractive girls abounds to perk up the otherwise nondescript mundane daily commute.

Something i have learnt to do is not stare or attempt to steal repeated glances at a girl i find attractive adult or younger. Makes things more interesting this way.

The moment...

As usual I boarded the train, scanned the carriage for available seats of which there were plenty, there were some seats near but not next to some young girls, at first glance appeared about 11-14. One (the brunette) was dressed in Dissi's fave - a red halter (i could see her bikini strings accross her back) and blue shorts while the other (An attractive blonde) wore a white tee with fluorescent flower motifs (which moulded perfectly over her modest curves) and white short shorts of which i could see her polka dot bikini bottoms (black and white) Wow. Yep thats where i would sit for today's journey.

So i began to flip through the pages of the paperback nover i carry with me whilst the two girls near me began playing a little word association game. Just the sound of their voices was intoxicating to my senses. Initially i didn't know why then i paid a little more attention to their appearance, WOW!

It was delightful to briefly listen to the conversation, It wasn't about boys or who the hate at school, just whatever caught their attention.

The minutes passed a little more quickly than I would have liked although the two girls did move in and around their respective seats, this is when i noticed blondies white on black polka dot bikini. Oh my @#$%!!! Reading my book became damn near impossible.

The brunette joked to her blonde friend that somebody thought she was only 11 years old (as did I). Blondie asked an older commuter what age he thought
she was; 'i dont know and i don't care'. Mean miserable prick i thought THEN she asked me how old she was, i darn near fell outta my seat.

I said to her that it is dangerous for a guy to guess girls age as he often gets it wrong. What does she do next, she pulls out her student card to prove herself. I feigned interest in it but didn't really absorb any of the details (agreed some weirdos would seize the opportunity to glean her details for later use, Phreeeeeks). I preferred her age to be more of a mystery. As I drew near to my journeys end we talked some more, about swearing and age, all the the while the old miserable arrogant guy looked on
with a keen interest.

At my final destination i was about to alight the carriage when the blondie swore for whatever reason, her friend scolded her for her most unladylike conduct and said that she would get me, ME to bash her because she said shit. Sure with a feather and all over her body. With that in mind i parted ways with a last look into her deep blue eyes. Wowowowowzerz!!!

The entire afternoon was a whole lot brighter after my 'moment.

I could have chatted away with those two all day :)

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