The city lights drifted lazily in the distance beyond the tinted glass windows of the crowded train car. Every seat was full when she got on at the last station, so she had no choice but to stand among the dense commuters, even though it made her uncomfortable in her tight top and short skirt.
It was Friday night, and she had spent the early evening flirting and drinking at her favourite bar, so she was dressed to impress. Luckily, it would only be a quick ride, but it wasn't long after the train started down the line that she noticed the man standing next to her was the same man who was flirting with her from across the platform before the train arrived. She thought he was pretty good looking and it was obvious that he thought the same of her... but he didn't seem to realize who she was as their bodies brushed together while the train gently swayed down the tracks.
Now, she was usually a rather well-behaved woman, but there was something about this man that teased and stirred her deeper desires. She didn't know him, but she knew she was attracted to him, and she thought that perhaps it was the drinks she'd had but something within drove her to be a little more daring tonight. She'd never been so bold before, so she wasn't sure what to expect, but she figured even if he rejected her, it wasn't like she'd have to stick around long. She could take a chance and see where it went, and if it went nowhere, then she'd just get off at her stop and continue home alone.
So with her confidence reinforced, she decided what the hell -- she'd go for it.
She didn't have long to debate with herself about what exactly to do, and being pressed up against him in this over-stuffed car gave her the unusual urge to be naughty, so she decided just to be direct. So with a sly grin, she subtly turned away and leaned against his side. She smiled and softly placed her hand over the zipper on his pants and felt him jump, startled by the touch. He tried to turn to see who, but she pressed her hand down firmly and whispered over her shoulder, "Shh~."
Maybe he recognized her after all, or maybe he's just the submissive type, but either way, he stayed still and avoided drawing attention to the two of them. Her smile grew wider, and further emboldened by her success, she began rubbing her hand against his swelling manhood. Her body tingled with excitement, almost not able to believe she was actually doing this. After only a moment, though, she decided to take another step and she slowly unzipped him.
He didn't move to stop her. In fact, he moved his jacket to conceal what she was doing. She couldn't exactly see his expression, but she imagined one of shock and excitement. Still, as forward as she was being, she couldn't help but blush as she then slowly slid her fingers into his pants, found his very, very stiff cock, and began brushing her fingers along him.
Her breathing was heavy and her head felt light from the rush of adrenaline she was getting, but unfortunately, her stop was coming up, and he wasn't going to be able to beat the train, so right before she had to leave, she recalled her hand and turned around and pressed her body against him to lean up and whisper her address in his ear.
When she left the train, she glanced at him with a devious grin. His face was just as she'd pictured, though also confused and conflicted on top of everything else. In fact, he was so shocked by all of this that he just stood there as the doors closed and the train began moving again.
Once she got home, she could hardly believe what she'd done. As the rush began to subside, she started to regret her snap decision. She had no idea if he'd actually show, but there was the chance he would and she realized she had no idea what kind of person he was. She knew he was cute, but for all she knew aside from that, he could be someone dangerous. For what seemed like hours, she sat, fretting about whether she had made a mistake; she had no idea who he was and she had given him her address! Then, as she started to think maybe he'd chicken out and save her the anxiety, there came a sudden knock at her door.
Some part of her told her to stay quiet and pretend not to be home, but her curiosity and that desire deep within her surged again and pushed her to the door to answer it; she was conflicted, but she was also nearly dripping with excitement, and there was no turning back now...
She had already stripped off her night clothes and was wearing only a loose robe over a lacy negligee when she opened the door, but he was in the same clothes from the train, and he looked just as surprised now as he was when she left him. This was no doubt new for him as well, and he couldn't help but let his eyes roam her body as she stepped silently back to let him in. He stepped up to her threshold and started to speak, but she interrupted him by putting her finger over his lips. He stopped and gave only a startled noise as she then replaced her finger with her lips and grabbed his shirt with both hands to pull him into her apartment.
She nudged the door closed with her foot and pulled him against her, pinning herself between him and the wall. Their kiss was heated and passionate, her tongue exploring his mouth as she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He responded to her intensity by sliding his hands over her shoulders to pull her robe loose and reveal the sheer fabric barely concealing her breasts. She let a slow, seductive moan escape against his lips and encouraged him to continue; her head was swimming with warnings and doubts, but her body was burning for more.
With his arms around her waist, he pulled her with him as he stepped backwards, slipping his shoes off and kicking them away. When he ran into the arm of her couch, his body jolted and their kiss broke, but she only took this as an opportunity to drop to her knees and unbutton his pants to return to what started this all. Her hands dove into his pants to retrieve his stiff cock, and she wasted no time in sliding her lips around it.
He gave a sharp grunt and sank onto the arm behind him as he watched her envelop him. His fingers clenched the coarse fabric beside him and his body shuddered under her skill. He even began to moan as the erotic sounds of her enthusiasm danced through the air around them. Her lips roamed his flesh, licking and suckling his shaft and even dipping lower to delight his more tender places.
She continued to work him until his cries became disjointed and harsh and she knew he was nearly ready to explode. She then gave him one long, slow lick from bottom to top as she stood, and for a moment she admired his lustful expression; a smile of deep satisfaction spread across her lips. Then she gave him a stiff shove to topple him over onto the couch, grabbed his pants legs, and took a few strong yanks to pull them off of him and toss them aside.
She let her robe fall away, and a moment later she tossed her panties onto his bare chest, then climbed onto the couch over him, letting her breasts glide across his body. As she settled onto him, taking him into her wet, yearning body, he removed the last bit of her clothes and threw them away.
She pushed against him, rocking her hips hard as he fondled her. She could see the pleasure in his eyes as she rode him and it pushed her passion higher. Soon her legs began to tremble and burn. He arched his body into her and pushed her hips down as she soaked his lap, leaning forward against him and continuing to move her body as she came, digging her fingers into his chest.
He grinned, and while her body trembled, he picked her up and slid off the couch, putting her knees on the floor and crawling up behind her. She cried out with a long, shaky moan as he pushed into her and began pumping her tight, dripping pussy. His legs thrust him deep, and as hard as he could, and she buried her face into the couch cushions to keep from moaning too loud and waking her neighbours.
She felt his body tighten, his hands squeeze her ass, and his cock throb inside her as he came. She thought about saying no, she told herself to speak up and stop him before it was too late, but all her body let her do was cling to her couch and press back against him, burning to feel him fill her. When he did, her body convulsed again and she pressed back harder, accepting every drop he had...
Her mind went white soon after that. She didn't remember when he left, but she woke up on her couch, wrapped in her robe, and her thighs were warm and sticky. When she sat up, she found a note on her coffee table with an address written on it, and the words, "See you soon," but no signature. She smiled as she picked it up and let the memories flood back over her. She had a few regrets, but they were overwhelmed by how amazing everything had felt. Then after a moment, she stood and walked over to her calendar, then pinned his note on the following Friday with a soft smile and a decisive nod.