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After a hard day of meetings, I stepped on the train at York with a two and half hour journey back to London ahead of me. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself; the day had been long and productive but they’d be no more work today. No checking emails, no planning, just unwind on the train with the crossword and a couple of cans. My day had been going well but it was about to get a lot better. I made my way to my reserved seat, at the very end of the carriage; where to my delight, I discovered I’d have a traveling companion. Mine was the aisle seat, next to which, sat a young woman in her early twenties. Tall, slender and slightly bookish with rich, long auburn hair hung loose and straight about her bespectacled face. She was wearing a simple, black polka dot dress that revealed more of her long thighs than it hid. We exchanged polite smiles as I took my Sex hikayeleri seat and made myself comfortable. She went back to her reading – some geographical textbook – while I unfolded my paper and made a start on the crossword. I’d bought a can of lager from the passing trolley, as I’d promised myself, and slowly ticked through the easiest clues. I was only occasionally distracted by my traveling companion shifting in her seat and tugging down the hem of her dress. An action that, to me, seemed to attract more attention than it prevented. Doncaster went by, as did Retford. Then, after we’d departed from Newark she closed her book and bent down to go through her bag beside her feet. She put her book away and pulled out her laptop; placed it on her bare thighs and opened the lid. She attempted, in vain, to access the wifi connection on Sikiş hikayeleri the train. With a sigh and shake of her head she decided to play the computer at chess instead. Having completed what I could do on the crossword (and having seen off the contents of my can) I sat back and watched her briskly lose most of her key pieces and become trapped – despite numerous “undo moves”. She fiddled with the game’s options, set it to the easiest level and tried again. She did a little better but still had a tendency to fail to act while her brave pawns met untimely deaths. She was about to leave her Queen the victim of a predatory Knight when I felt I had to step in.”I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” I offered in a low tone. “Och, don’t watch me, I’m useless,” a wide smile creeping across her face. Her nervous giggle giving an even more melodic Erotik hikaye quality to her highland accent. I offered her an alternative move and went on to help her notch up her first victory on the game stats. We made small talk about each other’s journeys and I discovered she was a PhD student heading back to her University in London from her family home near Inverness. “You know you learn far more playing a real person than a computer – shall we play?” I asked. “Sure, but you mustn’t feel like you have to go easy on me,” she insisted. To which I replied, “Don’t worry about that, I’m not that nice.”She flashed her broad smile towards me again and I noticed a pinkish tinge begin to embellish her dimpled cheeks. “I’ll be black, I prefer to react to my opponents moves.”I reached across and used the mouse-pad to move my white King’s pawn forward two squares – start her education with the classics, I thought. The movement of my hand so close above the top of her thighs made my heart beat harder. The game went on – move and counter move. Occasionally I’d offer a pointer but she was already growing in confidence.
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