Two minutes until the last train left the station.
I was walking at pace, trying to make it in time. The work do had been lousy, but I’d used the last train home as my excuse to leave early.
I checked my phone again.
A message popped up. It was the girl from Fab. We’d been flirting all week. Her photos had been cute at first, but as the days passed they’d become more and more revealing. Her tits were small but beautifully formed and firm. Her curving bum filled black lace knickers that teased their contents magnificently.
That morning, we’d started sexting from our beds. I sent her a photo of my throbbing cock, very large and thick, if I do say so myself. She replied with a short video of her hand slipping beneath her soft pyjama bottoms, snaking down between her thighs.
The volley continued throughout the day. She peeled off her pyjamas to reveal a smooth, bald pussy with unusually pronounced labia. Her beautiful fleshy petals glistened as her juices gathered around her soft, swollen folds. She spread them gently with her fingers, giving me an even better view.
I answered with a final video of me holding my thick, throbbing cock, the head crimson with need. The urge to bury my face between her legs before pushing myself inside her became too much, and I came across my stomach.
She came too.
“I wish that was inside me,” she’d replied. “I want your cum dripping out of me for the rest of the day.”
We clearly liked each other. Every message made the bulge in my boxers grow a little tighter. Earlier that day we’d agreed we needed to meet.
I opened her latest message.
“Where are you? I’m horny and I want fucked. And I want YOUR cum. NOW!”
Fuck.
Now? Really?
One minute until the train left.
I kept walking towards the station as my head raced with possibilities. My phone buzzed again.
“Please. My cunt needs filled with your cum. I’m waiting.”
The message was accompanied by a stunning photo. She was on all fours in her bra and panties, her arse pointed towards the large mirrored wardrobe beside her bed. Zooming in, I could see the twinkle of a butt plug lurking beneath the lace gusset.
Fuck… fuck.
I’d already cleared the ticket barriers and was skipping down the steps as the train pulled in with a groaning hiss. My cock seemed to groan in sympathy as the image burned itself into my mind.
Buzz.
Another message.
“I NEED FUCKED NOW.”
I read the words as the doors slid open and stepped aboard, my mind racing.
Fuck, she’s hot.
She’s horny.
And my balls are full of cum.
The warning beeps started.
The doors began to close.
Without thinking, I spun, darted between the narrowing gap and landed back on the platform.
As the train pulled away, I fired back a reply.
“What’s your address? My cock’s solid and I want to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
Almost instantly, my phone buzzed.
Her address.
I shoved the phone into my pocket, my hard-on obvious through my trousers as I hurried outside and hailed a cab.
To be continued…?? |
