Tina 1, ch 1-4

Converted by WaywardOne

I had just returned from a weekend on the coast when I met the most extraordinary girl. Arriving on the midafternoon train I had avoided most of the crowds that would be arriving later in the evening. I needed to go to the bathroom in a bad way, but I only saw one "Bathroom" sign and it didn't indicate if it was for "men" or "women". Crossing the platform I decided to go in anyway. A girl sitting in the first of three doorless stalls turned and looked at me as I entered the otherwise empty restroom. She didn't seem disturbed that I, a man, was there! I stood in front of the urinal to the left and proceeded to relieve myself. No sooner had I started to urinate when I noticed the girl watching me. her head was turned slightly to the left and she was definitely peeking around the stall wall, trying to see my dick. I glanced toward her stall and to my utter amazement the girl was fingering herself while sitting on the toilet! She had her dingy white cotton panties down at her ankles, and her skirt bunched around her waist. My heart started pounding at the sight of this aroused young girl. I did not know if she was aware that I could see what she was doing, because she was looking down at my penis. Then she looked up slightly at me. Our eyes met.

"Hi," she said simply.

"Hi!" I returned.

"Can I come with you?" she asked shyly.

"Um ..." I stammered. This was much too unexpected for me to react with any composure. But because her eyes seemed to plead with me to say yes, I did. "Sure, I guess so."

We left the public unisex bathroom and walked through the waiting room of the train station and out to the subway. Waiting for the subway train, I studied this young creature. She was only about 4'11" tall, slim, with long, curly brown hair that had been grown into two pig-tails down the back of her neck. She was clothed in a dirty green tee shirt that rather clung to her shoulders and chest, revealing the young budding form beneath. Her dirty blue corduroy pants were almost tight on her long, slim legs and little round butt. Her white sneakers were also dirty. She had a sweet, innocent face that had not been washed in at least a day and bore a large blue bruise on one cheekbone. She looked like she was about twelve years old.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

"Oh, yeah!" she replied and took my hand. Embarrassed I slipped my hand from her grasp and, noticing a look of rejection on her face, I laid my hand on her shoulder and guided her into the crowded pizza place near the subway entrance for a quick slice of hot pizza. She wolfed down three huge slices while I watched and drank a beer. Few customers took note of the nicely dressed man with the dirty young girl, eating in silence, save for the exchange of names. She told me her name was Tina. I told her my name was Dave. Neither had lied to the other.

We wasted no time getting to the subway and waited only a minute before the train came. We got on the train and she fell asleep next to me within one minute, her head resting on my shoulder while the train rocked her gently. She looked like she had neither slept nor bathed for two days. I would later learn the surprising story of how she had come to meet me this fateful day.

Back at my apartment I asked her if she wanted to take a shower while I washed her dirty clothes. She undressed in the bathroom and gave me her clothes before getting into the shower. Her little body was every bit as cute as I had guessed. She was a perfectly proportioned slim young girl. Her puffy little crotch was naked and completely bare. Her legs were long and coltish, her buns very round and smooth. She showered while I put her clothes into the washer.