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“What about you? What brings you to this train?” He asked, tearing his eyes away and looking back up to her face.
“Do you want the real version or the romantic version?” She asked, reaching down to pull off a heel and to massage the back of her ankle. Nathan glanced down at the movement and found himself staring at her cleavage again, the top of her dress falling open as she bent down. He tried to look away quickly, but when he looked up she was watching his face. He reddened. Embarrassed at having been caught and aware of how his pants had started to bulge a bit at the look she was giving him.
He cleared his throat. “The romantic version, naturally.”
“Lovely!” She said, still bent over rubbing her ankle staring up at him. “I ride trains day in and day out looking for the most handsome, charming man I can find. Preferably one who names his cock.” She said on a giggle. “And I do my best to seduce him.” As she said that, she bent a bit lower, her breast now pressing gently against his arm.
“Ohh yeah?” He asked, giggling a bit and feeling his pants tighten.
“Nah,” she said, straightening quickly, and smiling, “I’m just coming from a job interview.”
Nathan exhaled slightly disappointed.
“I’m sure you did an amazing job!”
“Yeah,” she said, her face lighting up. “I did! they offered me the job before I left.”
“Oh wow, that’s great! Congratulations!”
“Yeeeeaaahh,” she squealed doing a little dance in her seat “I’m quite excited and I’ve just decided I’d like to celebrate.”
“You should! You deserve it!“ he smiled back. Just then they hit a small bump and she overbalanced mid-dance in her seat, her head falling against Nathan’s chest and her hand in his lap.
“I’d like you to celebrate with me,” she said, her hand pressing down onto his lap as he stiffened in his jeans. “Brad can come, too.” She said with a smirk and straightened up a bit, her hand still resting between his legs applying gentle pressure, her head on his shoulder.
His hand found her bare knee and she parted her legs slightly as he gently ran his fingers up her thigh. She let out a soft gasp as he gripped her thigh more tightly. Her fingers staring to knead the bulge in his jeans. “I wasn’t joking before when I said I don’t speak to people on trains.” She said quietly. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I spoke to a stranger for more than two minutes. But this feels very right to me.”
Nathan didn’t say anything, he just took this hand off her leg and brought it under her chin, pulling her mouth up to his.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes” she whispered
The first kiss was gentle. Ragged breath and lips barely grazing and then they met harder, needy, his hand in her hair on the back of her head, her hand on the back of his neck. Pulling at each other. Breathing into one another. Desperate. Their tongues met. He flicked his across her lips. She tasted faintly like peppermint She bit at his lip and ran her tongue over his lips. He tasted like coffee.
Eventually they pulled apart gasping slightly and jumped as the intercom on the train dinged their imminent arrival into Kings Cross Station.
They both sat straighter and started to chuckle at the horrified glances the grannies were throwing their way.
“Come back to mine?” She asked him, holding out her hand to him after the train had stopped and she stood.
“Yes”
They’d taken the underground from the train station, her fingers curled in his as they’d walked. She’d leaned back against him hard as they stood on the train. Her ass bouncing against him with every lurch of the train. He’d felt himself getting harder and he knew she could feel it, too. Once, briefly, she’d put her hand behind her back and grabbed his cock through his pants. Pulsing gently and then letting go as he’d gently dug his fingers into her hips.
Up the escalator and out in the street, he’d left her standing in the gently pattering rain as he’d run into a tiny shop and emerged with a cheap bottle of champagne.
“Surprise!” He’d said, proffering the bottle, “and congratulations.”
She’d thrown her arms around him then, smashing her face to his.
Three blocks later, they’d kissed hard against her her front door in the dying evening light, one thigh exposed to the street as she’d lifted it high against his hip as he’d pressed into her. Then through the door, up the stairs, and into her one bedroom flat, her hands trembling as she’d bent to turn the key in the lock and felt him press against her.
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