Have you ever seen walking sex? Hell, have you ever had walking sex?
That was Kate. By day, she had a smile that could halt the tears of a screaming five-year-old in her class. By night, that night especially, she had pursed lips that resulted in a severe test of any mans, or woman’s, self-control.
We were standing and kissing passionately on a deserted tube carriage, having done so since the carriage was decidedly less so. Well, nearly. Our sole company was a couple in the corner giving us a collective dirty look. We didn’t care, we were headed back to my place after a party and, really, this was the most PG way we could occupy the train and make the commute with someone else around. We were honestly doing them a favour.
She broke the kiss and looked around as we pulled into Chorleywood. I licked her neck through her curls, the colour of copper, and her body shivered in my embrace. Her sky-blue eyes turned to me, eyes heavy with makeup and mascara. “I think our… friends…” she nodded over behind me, I didn’t turn, “are leaving, unhappy with us.”
My fingers brushed up her cheek and pulled her close as my hungry lips found her. I felt her smile, then her tongue slipped into my mouth and teased mine. She gripped the hand rail above her head with both hands, the sleeves of her outfit falling loose around her shoulders, her body tensing as the train finally stopped. The doors opened and we were hit with a cool blast of summer night time air.
I stepped back, just admiring her. Her skin was lightly tanned, with cheeks and arms covered in a million freckles. I still hadn’t kissed, licked, and bit every single one but we were both having fun as I progressed in my task. She blushed a little at my study, a moment of innocence that, I don’t know how, she managed after four straight months of hedonism and debauchery, as the night, the train, she and I finally stood still.
Tonight’s ensemble was an oversized pure white shirt that doubled as a dress yet didn’t obscure an inch of her toned legs; it laughed in the face of the fingertip rule. A belt of mine was looped and knotted, not done up, around her waist and cinched tight to show off her curves. The top several buttons were undone, one shoulder was perpetually bare. The cotton was thin, if she were wearing a bra for her petite breasts you’d be able to see the lace. If I concentrated I could see rosy pink nipples and imagined, correctly knowing her, they were erect. I’d taken a moment earlier that night, after she had first kissed me with heavy pink lipstick, to then imprint my lips and her colour on the white of her collar. She had scandalously taken it as a badge of honour at the party, displaying it proudly.
I realized the submissive pose she was in, both hands gripping the bar above her as she stood barefoot on tiptoes, her shoes somehow kicked off. She bit her lip and smiled, narrowing her eyes in mischief, as she saw my expression change and harden.
A bell chimed signifying the doors were closing. More than that, it signified my advance. Kate squealed in delight as I pounced on her, my chest pressing against her right flank as I pulled her hair back and kissed her over shoulder.
I spanked her left ass cheek hard and she let a whimper of a moan slip into my mouth as she broke the kiss, struggling to concentrate. I met skin, the shirt barely covered the crease where her thigh ended. My right hand explored her body, up her thigh at first while another hard stroke came down on just the same spot. Her legs danced and she gripped the hand rail tighter as the sting visibly went through her. Her mouth parted and she let out a louder moan.
My right hand undid another button, exposing and twisting a nipple as I bit and pulled her lower lip. I spanked again, hard against her firm and reddening cheek. She groaned into me.
“Good girl, Kate,” I praised momentarily. I knew she loved her name on my lips. She opened her mouth to respond but my hand came down on her skin again as I cupped her breast and squeezed. She shrieked in delight and bit her lip in suspense. She knew what it meant when I praised her.
I’d already taken her thong as a trophy earlier that night at the party after, well, exactly what you’d imagine us to do at an event if you’re already picturing the scene on the train. I’d torn it in two, one piece was in my pocket, and as per usual, one place was hidden in the place we fucked.
My hand slipped up her leg again. She parted them without hesitation. My fingers slid into her, her wetness mixed in with the cum I’d left behind after fucking her raw earlier. Kate was being particularly good, so I deemed three inside her to be a fitting reward. Her eyes were wide with pleasure and thanks as they explored and stretched inside her, pressing against her g-spot as my palm rubbed against her clit.
My hand came down hard against her ass again. She jumped on her toes and clenched down around my fingers as they built her to an orgasm. I pulled her hair back and bit her ear as I let her moan to the carriage. I repeated, building a steady cadence of slaps against the stinging skin of her one left cheek. I felt her body twist and turn under the assault, her feet tensing and jumping as pain mingled with the pleasure of my fingers inside her.
She broke. Kate lost her grip on the hand rail above her head and I caught her before she fell. My fingers pulled out of her and helped her stand up, wetness stroking her hair back as I kissed her softly. She huffed her hair out of her face in self-reproach and stood up, pushing me back with her body and gripping the hand rail again as the train slowed into the station, Chalfont & Latimer. She hated to break.
I arched my eyebrow. “Fuck me,” she said, hard.
I realized she knew exactly what she was doing and had timed our unaccompanied period perfectly. For those of you who aren’t familiar with The Tube, The Underground, London’s subway (for you Yanks), or if you love a good fun fact, the distance between the two stations Chalfont & Latimer and Chesham is the longest between any two on the network. I had 8 minutes to fuck her to an orgasmic bliss for both of us.
It would be rough, intense, and time bound. We both knew what to expect and we both loved a challenge.
The train stopped and doors opened. Another cool blast of night time summer air. Her nipple was still exposed and her part shirt, part dress, was hiked up over her hips, exposing her sex. She shivered as I grinned watching her. “Take off my tie,” I ordered. She hesitated, wondering what I had planned.
Kate’s touch as her hands slid up my chest was electric. She was slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on mine, as she pulled apart the knot and handed me the silk tie. I took her hand and placed it back on the rail above her head and began to tie. She grinned in delight as she understood that I’d be binding her in case her legs gave out again.
The door chimed, our break was over. I was already exposing myself, incredibly hard and the tip of my cock glistening with precum. She watched it as I stepped closer.
The moment the trains moved Kate’s legs were around my body and squeezing me tight. I dug my fingernails into her ass as I slid into her.
I didn’t build up slowly, I didn’t have time. She was wet, hot and ready for me. I pounded hard into her as she tossed her head back, gasping. We couldn’t spare a breath on mere kissing, this was just raw hard sex.
I thrust into her, the sounds of my skin slapping into hers in our ears over the din of the train. We’d discovered the joys of working out together so we were both in good shape but after 3 minutes of sex with abandon even we were gasping for air.
I tilted my head as a particularly good sensation drove through my cock, she was grinding against me hard as we took a momentary lull. Kate’s knuckles were white, she was gripping the hand rail hard. I took the moment to kiss her, she smiled and did a quick laugh as our foreheads rested against each other.
I gripped her hips and nodded. She gave a final press of her hips, her clit squeezed between us, assenting more. I pulled back, and entered her hard again, long rapid steady strokes into her tight waiting sex. She groaned loudly to my grunts, the pleasure swelling inside me.
The train shook, throwing us off balance for a second. We grinned as we steadied ourselves, using the moment to steal an open-mouthed kiss that involved just the right amount of tongue.
I saw a landmark flash past, we didn’t have long. I growled, gripping her hair back and squeezing her ass cheek right where I had spanked her earlier. I squeezed her body in my arms and was rewarded. Kate let go of the hand rail above her with both hands and I gripped her tight as she shuddered and whimpered while she peaked.
She grinned and kissed me hard, stifling my breath. I didn’t stop her, still fucking her as hard as I could. I couldn’t breathe. I felt her grip above her head again, taking the weight off. I used her body, like I haven’t before. And she let me, squeezing down on me and willing me to cum into her.
I did, joyously. I crushed her in my embrace, so much so she broke the stifling kiss and screamed. I gave final thrusts of pleasure and I pulled out of her quickly, my cock throbbing as slipped it back into my trousers. The train was slowing as it pulled into the station. My arm went around her waist and I steadied her as I untied her. She draped it around her neck, her trophy for the evening, as I kissed her tenderly.
The doors opened. We’d hurriedly composed ourselves but looked guilty as hell. “Good girl, Kate,” I whispered, patting her arm as she took mine.
We stepped off the train, our destination reached.
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