Chouette1962 Strangers on the Tube 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 Strangers on the Tube 
 
Monday morning again, the weekend comes to an end so quickly.  I leave the warm streets above ground and head down the steep stairs onto the underground.  
Standing on the platform as the train pulls in, I glance around me at the grey faces in their grey suits, the mix of races - the train stops, the pushing starts. 
I hate the pushing on the trains, it's unnerving at best. 
I notice her, squeezing in.  Her dark hair, brushed high and spikey, a tightly fitted blouse accentuates the curve of her breasts.   Her eyes, so, icey-blue, eyes that glance past me and see nothing.  She turns around as the doors close and we are sealed in the carriage. She has her back to me, I move a little closer and breathe in the sensual aroma of her perfume, the heat of her body concentrating it in my nose, enhancing but not hiding her scent beneath. 
She turns, her eyes meeting mine for an instant as she turns away.  For a split second her eyes burned into mine and I notice her neck begin to flush. 
Without warning the train jerks and the brakes screech as they are forced on.  We both fall forward and I put my arm around her waist to catch her... fuck, fuck! Why did I do that?  My hand rests on her tummy, her skin hot beneath the fabric; I quickly pull my hand away. 
The movement of the train, the scent of this woman, the flash of her ice blue eyes make my heart quicken. Nervously I lean towards her. She bends her head forward, and I fight the urge to brush my lips against the nape of her neck.  Then she leans, not away from me, but back, towards me.  Her ass against my thighs and her back against my now, hardening cock. I slowly move, pushing myself into her.  I can sense her arousal, as she moves against me. Subtle, slow movements. I want to hold her, take her head in my hands, get lost in her eyes and kiss those soft, pink, inviting lips. 
Her hand touches my thigh, my breathing quickens. I want her so bad, like I've never wanted anyone before. As the train comes to a halt and the doors open, I take her hand; the apartment that I'm staying in tonight is close to the office.  I walk quickly and although she is lagging behind I don't slow. The desire for her is burning within me. She is walking quickly, her heels clicking on the pavement as we enter the air-conditioned lobby and walk quickly to the lift. 
With my heart pounding in my chest, I glance towards her, eyes locking for a brief moment.  I see the outline of her hard, pert nipples beneath the thin blouse she is wearing. I take in her figure, her hips all in a split second and then looks away, and I bite my lip to stop myself from saying out loud what I was thinking. 
We get to the door and I turn the lock, letting the door swing open. No longer holding her hand I step back.  I cast her a smile.  I ask myself will she run?  Slowly and demurely she steps inside. The door closes behind me and we are finally alone. 
Taking a deep breath, I move towards her. I notice her breathing quicken and her eyes flash with a desire that is almost tangible. I wrap my arms around her, she leans forward, her nipples hard.  My lips meet hers. Feeling them part as our mouths and tongues hungrily explore, tasting each other. I harden more - her hips press firmly against me.  Taking her in my arms I carry her to the bed and lay her on the white sheets, eyes locked the whole way. 
For the first time I sense hesitancy, she wriggles as if to get away from me.  I take her arms over her head, accentuating the line of her chest and tummy and kiss, passionately and as her mouth moulds to mine. I release my grip on her arms. Moments pass in an intense lingering kiss and her hands stay above her head.  I lift her top over her head admiring her breasts and hard nipples coated with a light sweat.  The cold of the room after the heat of the morning makes her nipples harder, begging to be kissed.  I kiss, slowly circling them exploring them with my mouth and tongue, sucking the breast as deep as I can into my mouth, feeling her move, hearing her moans, watching her hips move.  I kiss lower, over her tummy, a perfect tummy, and circle her naval with my tongue. 
Leaning back I take off her skirt. As she arches her hips I see the wet outline of her pussy through the silk fabric of her panties. I resist all temptation to touch and taste, and as I slip off her skirt I begin to kiss.  She taunted me on the train, now she will be teased.  I kiss up her legs with the slightest of butterfly kisses.  She moves as if to kick me away, I nip with my teeth and look up as if to say no! Slowly I work up her thighs and can smell the wonderful musky scent of her pussy. She takes my hair, pulling me closer towards her pussy. Moving the fabric to one side with my tongue and pushing her hips forward, I bury my face into her.  My senses overloaded, her taste makes me harder than ever. I lap at her pushing my tongue between her lips as she starts to grind against me.   I feel her begin to tremble pushing harder against me as her juices fill my mouth. She trembles as I suck her hard clit, drawing it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. 
I stand, looking over her body as I undress.  I watch the hunger in her eyes as I take off my trousers and she observes my hard cock. 
I move to the bed, levelling my face with hers, eye to eye and sharing the same air.  I feel her nipples hard against my chest, her moist tummy against mine. I rest my cock against her swollen lips, teasing her more. I feel her thrust her hips towards me, my cock slides into her deeply and easily because of the wetness.  I kiss and move my hips forward as she takes my length deep. She lets out a moan, arching her back more as I kiss her, tasting her lips, her neck and her shoulders. 
I abandon myself to her pleasure, fucking her deep and hard.  She draws up her knees taking me deeper still. My balls slapping her ass as I move faster, deeper. 
I feel her pussy starting to squeeze me, her eyes now hungry and locked on mine then she begins to shudder, arms above her head moaning loudly as her orgasm starts ripping through her body, like electric shocks. Taking my weight, I press my cock hard into her, letting her ride her orgasm on me, knowing that hers will instantly trigger mine too. I stay still, feeling her pussy grip me, using me for her pleasure.  My balls tighten and I begin to cum, feeling jet after jet of hot cum flood her pussy, filling every crevice. I feel how slippery we are as our cum mixes. 
Her breathing slows, her movements slow. I look down, still resting inside her, she, looking beautiful and contented. Gently I move towards her and kiss her lips, then slowly, move away from her.  Glancing over my shoulder as I leave the room I notice the gentlest hint of a smile, playing on her lips... 
 
 
 Publication Date: February 8th 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-chouette1962