He caught my eye from across the room. Stolen glances over coffee. This was wrong, so very wrong. I was happy in my relationship yet this stranger sparked a fire in me. The way his eyes melted into mine, he caused my body to feel like it had caught aflame. Dangerous, this was dangerous, he was dangerous.
His dark hair, his full lips, his pale blue eyes, his entire presence caught me off guard. We flirted with our eyes over our morning coffee. I felt myself becoming wet; I closed my thighs as if to entrap my fever. Back and forth we went; I'd brush my hair out of my face or bite my lip to show the tender flesh of my wet mouth. He'd smile slightly and occasionally trying to glance under my table to see up my skirt. I made sure to open my legs wide for him, hoping that only he would notice my obvious decision to not wear panties.
I glanced at the clock on the wall, so much time had passed that I didn't realize the hour, minutes disappeared as we flirted. I had to go meet my boyfriend before we went together to work. I didn't want to but I had to. The last look the stranger gave me as I got up to leave was one of urgency. As if he wanted me to think about him, imagine his hard body, his strong hands, his engorged cock.
I settled into my seat at the back of the morning train and I thought of his eyes. The way he licked his lips after he sipped his coffee would linger with me forever. The heavy stream of commuters seemed to taper off, there were only a few passengers to be seen but no one acknowledged one another. My pussy lips were dripping as I imagined his mouth ravaging my body. I was becoming restless, shifting side to side in my seat. I closed my eyes and thought of what it would be like to feel his mouth between my thighs, sucking hard on my clit. His tongue and lips swirling around my swollen clitoris, his hands firmly on my hips pulling my pussy onto his face.
I imagined him pouring cappuccino and caramel flavored lubricants up and down my lips, indulging in the sweet taste of my pussy and of the coffee house variety. His tongue melting into my vagina, probing as deeply as possible. One finger slowly sliding into my ass as his tongue lapped up my juices.
I reached in my purse and pulled out my pocket rocket. No one would notice, no one ever does in this town. I moved my briefcase onto the seat next to me, blocking any eyes from traveling into my booth. Spreading my thighs, I reached up my skirt and moved my hand between my legs. Positioning the rocket on my clitoris, I slunk down into my seat. I thought of the mystery man, his mouth moving closely to the back of my neck. His breath hot and sticky, his voice deep and low, telling me that I was a bad girl to be masturbating on the train that was shared by men off to their windowless offices and little old ladies bound for the corner market shops.
Thoughts of him taking me from behind crept into my mind. Him bending me over the seat, holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down my lips and then positioning it at my opening, pushing it hard past my lips. I wanted him thrusting into my pussy so wildly that I'd topple over at every stop. His thighs slapping into the back of mine, his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard through my silk blouse.
The vibrator surged as the train darted through the underground of the city, my mind constantly on the coffee house stranger. As the train slammed to a stop, I finally orgasmed, waves of orgasmic pleasure surged over me. My legs shook and my jaw went slack. My climax was so full, so dark, so rich; I had to find the strength to bite my lazy lower lip to keep from screaming. I imagined him climaxing with me, ejaculating deep inside of me, his foamy, frothy hot cum filling my pussy to the point where it dripped down my lips and onto my thighs.
I grabbed an Afterglow wipe out of my purse and wiped my toy off, I then moved my hand between my legs and wiped my tender thighs clean. Just as I'd thrown the dirty wipe into my purse, I saw my boyfriend moving down the aisle to my seat. He smiled, I smiled. He sat down and kissed my cheek.
"You're breathless." he said.
"I am?" I asked.
"Yea, were you late for the train or something?"
"Uh-hunh, you can say that.... I stopped for coffee."
The New Intimacy