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By *oss25 OP Man
over a year ago
Flitwick and Fakenham |
Revision of an older story; developed the background etc more
6.10am and I'm standing on the platform in St Albans waiting for the same train, waiting to sit in the same seat with the same tired grey faces. The seats on the train a weird green - blue colour darkened with grease and grime. Monday through Friday. God I hated commuting.
One morning I’m waiting on the platform huddled inside my overcoat when, as the train pulls in, a blonde woman runs up and stands near me waiting for the train to stop. Everyone is squinting as a cold drizzle blows across the tracks and into our faces and she is no exception. I can still see that she is in her late 30s to early 40s wearing an office skirt and jacket with a white blouse under her coat. She is pretty, very pretty in fact, with friendly intelligent eyes.
I let her go first as I want to sit near enough to her to quietly and surreptitiously watch her. Her calves flex as she steps onto the train, her toned thighs and a nicely shaped arse both tense perfectly. She has a flat stomach and firm breasts, all complimented by her blonde highlighted hair cut into a bob.
Some (all?) women ask if men can really notice all that in a glance and the answer is Absolutely yes! We see every curve, every nuance, every glance. Men make a judgement call: a yes I would/would not fuck her in an instant and pretty much with everyone we see. We constantly evaluate who looks fuckable and who we doesn’t as we walk down the street, stand in line or even just glimpse someone through a car window. We just know. That's not to say we would actually fuck that person even if the opportunity presented itself (and let's be honest, it hardly ever does) but we know that on the face of it when we would.
She sits two rows in front of me on the other side of the carriage both of us facing the direction of travel. She is rummaging around in her handbag. Out comes her make up bag and a compact travel mirror. I can see her pretty blue eyes in it as she does her mascara. I stare, I know I shouldn't but I can't help myself. Her eyes are a beautiful blue, laughter lines only add to their allure. I lose myself in them and briefly forget where I am.
This continues for the next week or so. She runs up as the train draws in, I let her get on in front of me, a little courteous gesture to offer her precedence. We both sit in our usual seats and I continue to watch her apply her day face. I imagine who she might be, where she lives and with whom. I make up scenarios where we meet, get on and eventually fuck. I sit there watching, my imagination a fevered mess and my cock hard underneath my folded overcoat. I imagine the first time we talk, kiss and touch. Each day a different theme but always the same result; I would fall asleep thinking about us fucking hard and deep.
One Friday I'm particularly tired and hung over after a client dinner the night before and sitting bleary eyed I look at her eyes in her mirror. I lose myself in the blueness and suddenly jump when I realise that she is now just staring at me, make up ignored. It's not a look that invites a smile or nod but a challenging “what the fuck are you staring at you ignorant twat”
I grimace and close my eyes pretending to doze. It just isn't the done thing to catch someone's eye on the train or tube. There is definitely an unwritten rule: Never make eye contact and heaven forbid you talk to someone. Not only had she caught me staring I had wimped out when she dared a response! Pathetic and feeling sorry for myself I did doze off. I felt a nudge sometime later and opened my eyes. She had woken me up before getting off so I didn't miss my station. Maybe all was not lost, I tried to catch her but she was gone and into the adjoining Tube station by the time I had got myself together and off the train.
That was Friday and all too soon I'm back on the platform again waiting for the train. No blonde as yet, I wonder if she has changed carriages to avoid me, I wouldn't be surprised. I scan the waiting commuters but don't see her. The train arrives and I sit in my usual seat and close my eyes. No blonde so I figure I might as well get some sleep.
Someone is trying to squeeze past me to sit in the window seat next to me. Irritated I move my legs a little bit and open my eyes to glare at them for having the temerity to sit next to me when other seats were most easily accessed. I see it's the blonde. She had obviously had to run for the train as she was breathing heavily and looked hot in her overcoat. She caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back and had to dodge her elbow as she shrugged her coat off.
Sitting she started to rummage for her make up. I'm surreptitiously watching her, she smells good and is looking lovely. She suddenly turns in her seat this time catching me looking at her tits which were pressed tightly between her arms.
“Did you manage to get off in time on Friday” she asks.
“Yes, thanks for waking me and sorry for staring by the way”
She just laughs softly.
We make small talk about commuting and which Bank she worked at and which one I worked at blah blah. She was called Claire and said she had seen me watching her doing her make up all these mornings past, so could I make myself useful and hold her coat while she applied it now please…..I told her it was fascinating to watch her go from clean and uncluttered to a polished professional with just a few licks of lippy and blusher. She carried on but was constantly catching my eye in the mirror and smiling a knowing smile.
We chatted more and it turned out she was in the middle of splitting with her husband and wasn’t in a good place emotionally. I was married and had never cheated but something about her was getting me very excited, I never expected anything to happen as she was way out of my league and preoccupied with her life. All my imaginings were just that, scenes played out in my head and never expected to actually happen. I handed her coat back to her and noticed she was close to crying, I apologised for asking so many questions and lightly touched her hand whilst doing so.
Something happened that had never happened prior to that moment nor since; a jolt of electricity shot up my arm, and apparently up hers too because she was staring right at me muttering “oh my god what the hell was that” I made a quip about sparks flying and she just looked deep into my eyes, blue on blue and nodded saying that I could be just what she needed. She didn't move her hand away and I found myself holding hers in mine, a gentle squeeze from me resulting in her squeezing back. I can hear her breathing more heavily now and she is staring at me, her eyes boring into mine. I can almost see cogs turning, she is thinking, deciding, wondering what ifs. I have been doing this for weeks and my eyes just say
“Yes, I want you”
We got off the train at our stop and crossed the footbridge to change for the tube. We used every opportunity to touch each other’s arm or brush hands together all the while chatting and smiling at each other, every look heavily charged with a pure animal lust. The tube station was old with lots of areas not really walked on and I steered Claire into a corner under the foot bridge and pulled her to me. We kissed, tentatively at first, both breathing heavily, our lips brushing together before kissing again more confidently and urgently.
Blood was coursing through my body, thundering through my head. I couldn’t believe this was happening at all let alone in public! My cock was straining through my suit trousers and she was grinding into it as our kisses got more and more passionate. Our lips parted and tongues found the other, dancing together in a sensual and erotic salsa. I cupped her arse and pulled her tight to me, kissing her deeply now.
I slipped one hand beneath her jacket and squeezed her breast, she was moaning and kissing me hard, I could feel her nipple harden under the silky cup. I rubbed it through her bra with my thumb nail, both driven crazy with desire. I cupped her pussy through her skirt with my other hand, another moan and a declaration that she needed us both naked that night straight after work. She gripped my twitching cock, pre-cum had already seeped through the thin wool, rubbing the head she huskily declared that she couldn’t wait to taste me then feel my hardness sink deep into her swollen pussy.
What a way to start a day! I don’t remember much about what happened at work, I was just counting off the hours till we met at the station for the ride home. Every time I thought of her touch and kiss and the incredible electricity between us I got hard and at one point had to go to the toilet for a wank. I imagined her stroking my cock, licking the pre cum from the tip then sliding her mouth over the head and taking the full length down her throat whilst squeezing my balls. I came a couple of times that day in those toilets, I’m not proud of it but hey I wasn’t the first and won’t be the last….boys will be boys after all!
We meet on the platform right at the back of the all stations train, it’s quieter at the back and most people are waiting for the fast one….we wanted to be as slow as possible. Sitting down with a coat over our laps we touch hands under the coat, again the electric current shoots through our bodies. All our senses and nerve endings are heightened and every touch of finger, hand or leg is sensational. Delayed gratification is all very well but I wanted to touch her and needed her to touch me.
Claire stood briefly, hitched her skirt up and I put my hand under her arse so I could tease her pussy through her panties with my fingers. She had eased my zip down and was stroking my hard wet cock through my boxers. I could feel her hot pussy getting wetter and my fingers were slick with her juices as she ground her pelvis into my fingers. Her tights were wet and her pussy shaved and I could feel her wanting me to penetrate further but that wasn’t possible so she writhed as surreptitiously as she could. I couldn’t reach her clit much as I tried and I wanted to bury my fingers deep into her but again I also had to wait. She had eased her fingers into my boxers and was rubbing and circling around the head of my cock, dipping into my copious pre cum and teasing it around the tip and onto the shaft.
Desperate for her to grip it tight and slide her hand up and down my length I encouraged her to be bold. Claire just smiled and told me that if she had to wait then so didI! Pure evil! After what seemed like the best and also the longest train ride of our lives we eventually got to our stop. Hastily rearranging my cock and doing up my zip Claire sucked her fingers clean telling me how good I tasted and that she was desperate to suck my cock.
We walked in the dark through the car park, got to her car and slid into the front seats. It was still drizzling, no nearby street lights so the car was private and out of the way. As soon as we had sat down I reached over and kissed her hard our tongues intertwined with my hands wrapped into her hair and pulling her head tight to mine. She gasped at the sudden pain but kissed harder and more desperately. Her hands were undoing my belt and trousers and I started to unbutton her blouse.
I slide my hand over her silky bra, feeling the heat coming off her body. Her tits are soft and sensuous and I am squeezing them and nipping at the hard nipples. Undoing the bra I take a moment to look at her tits, there's not much light but I can see that they are beautiful, with a slightly upturned curve leading to her dark nipples. I slipped my mouth over one and sucked, filling my mouth with nipple and breast. I suck and lick, teasing her nipple with lips and teeth. Soft and sensuous then harder more fervent. Alternating the sensations I hope are flooding through her body. She is stroking my cock harder now and bends to lick the pre cum from the tip. I was wet, sopping wet, and she licked it clean then buried her tongue back into my mouth. I gently sucked it in and out, still pulling her hair with one hand and now undoing her skirt with the other. She pulled her tights and panties off one leg then froze.
A guy was walking past the car but hadn’t noticed us through the fogged up windows, intent only on getting home and out of the rain. I eased her legs apart and inhaled the hot sweet scent of her. My fingers found her pussy lips and I pressed them between her labia, all wet and hot and twitching. I circled her hard nub and slowly moved fingers between clit and pussy, lightly slipping one then two fingers into her. She stopped me and bent over to my cock again saying she didn’t want to cum yet, was right on the edge, her voice breathy and strident. She was holding my balls nice and tight, twisting her mouth around and down my cocks length, I tried distracting myself with one of her hard nipples bobbing up and down but it didn’t help slow proceedings. I felt the weight of her breast in my hand and tweaked the nipple each time she slid down my cock. One second she is teasing the tip with her hardened tongue the next sliding her mouth over the head and plunging down and round. I wasn’t going to last much longer and started bucking my hips up, forcing my cock deep into her throat. I gripped her hair again and twisted hard, a muffled yelp but no stopping.
“I’m cumming” and pushed her head as far down my cock as it would go.
Claire gagged and tried to pull back but I held her tight, impaled on my cock as I pumped spunk into her throat. As the spasms slowed I released her and she slowly came back up then down again, making sure she had sucked every drop out of me. She smiled a sticky smile, her mascara had run but she looked deliciously satisfied with herself. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting my cock and cum.
We dressed and she started the car, agreeing that we had only just started and had unfinished business which would involve more undressing, a big bed and some toys. In no time we were back to her house. Her boys were out and hubby gone for good. Claire slams the door shut and pulls me to her body, kissing me hard and desperately. We need each other, need to feel each other’s body properly, we need to kiss and play and above all we need to fuck……she pulls me upstairs to her bedroom, me cupping her arse as she goes up the stairs, I feel the muscles tense and relax under my grip. Door closed she stands in front of me, I tell her to be still for a second and gently lean in to kiss her. I stroke her hair and across the back of her neck, pulling her in for another deeper kiss. Slowly I unbutton her blouse, sliding it gently off her shoulders with my fingers, a light groan escapes her lips. Skirt next, pooled on the floor, tights follow. Only allowing myself the lightest of touches to her skin she shivers in anticipation. I undo her bra and allow it to fall to the floor, panties follow and I take in her sensuous body properly for the first time. Curves on her breasts with pert perky nipples, legs toned and her pussy shaved. She does the same for me, shirt, trousers and boxers puddled at my feet and we stand naked in front of one another. Kissing and nuzzling each other we are both holding back and the tension is building. My cock is hard again and weeping cum and precum, she gently wipes the tip and offers me her finger which I suck deep into my mouth. My fingers graze her nipples then rake down her body to her pussy then cupping her arse we pull together and kiss deeply with a wanton groan. Both getting more intense the kissing gets harder and wilder, our bodies gyrating against each other, hands running over tits, arses, cock and pussy, frantically touching and feeling hot yearning skin. Falling onto the bed on my back I manoeuvred Claire’s quivering pussy over my mouth and bending she started licking my cock. My tongue slips between her lips and find her clit, hard and bursting out of its clamshell. Teasing it, licking around it, sucking it into my mouth Claire is writhing and grinding into my face. My tongue flicks up to her arse, she pivots down towards my tongue giving me easier access. I lick around her arsehole lightly probing her tight hole. Moving back to her pussy I suck her lips in between mine flicking my tongue as deep into her as I can, I’m gently pushing a finger into her arse and she is rocking to and from taking as much finger and tongue with each thrust as I can give her. She is meanwhile kissing her way up and down my cock, nibbling and sucking with each kiss. Her fingers grip hard, nails just catching the skin making my cock tingle. She takes one ball into her mouth and sucks while stroking her hand up and down the shaft of my cock. Fingers tease my arse and I feel 2 fingers being pushed into me. I grimace at the sudden pain and try to relax so I can enjoy being filled by her. My cock hardens even more and she takes it all deep into her throat, fingers now thrusting deep into my ass and alternating thrusts with her mouth. God I was in heaven, the world was suspended and the only focus was carnal pleasure. Sex and sensuality was the only thing that was real right then, I never wanted it to stop. We flip over and I’m on top looking down into Claire’s blue eyes, bending to kiss her and nuzzle her neck and breastbone. My tongue grazes her erect nipples and with my cock just touching her pussy I can feel the heat and her wetness. I slowly press my cock into her and feel the head sliding into her tight pussy, withdrawing I rub it up over her clit, staying still for a moment maintaining pressure on it as she grinds her clit into me. I’m ready to fuck her hard, I need to, we have been building up to this moment all day and we both needed this release. I pull her legs up and in front of me her calves pressed against my shoulders and pressed deep inside her. I feel her pussy contract and expand, once I’m deep inside her I rock my body up and down, not in and out, this continual massage of her g spot is sending her wild and she drops her legs and wraps then round my arse and starts pulling me deeper into her, speed increasing her moans becoming urgent cries. I’m now pounding into her swollen wet pussy and my cock is screaming for release. Deep and desperate we cling to each other, literally fucking our brains out….all hard and sweaty, testosterone fuelled fucking. The feeling is so intense, like nothing I've ever felt before and I was going to cum again and again, no stopping, no relenting. My breathing is ragged, my heart racing and my cock is pumping stream after stream of spunk into her own multiple orgasm. I feel her pussy contracting and her desperate cries have become urgent screams, needing me to keep going to never let the wave end. Eventually though all good things come to an end and I collapsed exhausted and drained next to her. Little caresses and kisses, cuddles and lightly stroking each other’s skin, goose bumps raised in the path fingers took. We know something monumental has just happened and it sure as fuck isn’t going to be a one off. This was raw, sensual, animalistic fucking and we both knew it could only get better
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