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.
Now inside, he immediately pressed her to the wall in her entry way. Pressing his mouth to hers. Samantha gasped as the door slammed closed behind them. Temporarily sated, they stepped back from one another she set the champagne bottle on a table by the door along with her purse. Nathan slipped his bag over his shoulder and stood in front of her. Both were staring breathing heavily.
“So,” she said, gesturing vaguely towards the rest of her flat, “would you like the grand tour?”
“Only if it’s the tour de Samantha,” he said with a grin.
She snorted, “Cheesy and not even close to your best work,” she said, smiling back at him.
“In all fairness, it is REALLY difficult to think clearly right now.”
“Ohh, I don’t know about that,” she said, her voice becoming a raw whisper, “there are several things I’m thinking very clearly about.” She leaned back, undid her bun and let her hair fall loose around her shoulders and down her back. Pressing her back against the wall, she raised both hands towards him. “Come here.” It was barely a whisper, but it was a command. He obeyed.
He grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, holding them fast against the wall with one hand, he slid the other down her hair and gently removed her glasses. Setting them aside he caressed her face, pulling her lower lip down gently with his thumb. “I want to touch your body,” he whispered. “Can I touch your body?”
Her arms still held over her head and her body still trembling, she nodded.
“Say it.” He whispered hoarsely, his mouth almost touching hers. His breath caressing her skin.
“Yes, you can touch my body,” she gasped. “I want you to touch my body.”
His hand immediately slid down her neck, over her collar bone, his palm pressing and the trailing fingers caressing.
She could feel how hard he was through his pants and against the thigh of her dress as he pressed against her. Her legs slightly spread and his knee pressed between them.
His hand slid down over her breast over the slick fabric of her dress. He kissed her as he felt her hard nipple get harder under his palm. She moaned against him.
Further down, his hand slid across her stomach. Her own hands still above her head.
Lower and lower across her stomach and pelvis, over her hips and down her thighs. He pulled his mouth from hers.
“I want to take your clothes off, can I take your clothes off?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He released her hands and reached back to unzip her dress. She felt it loosen as the zipper slid down. Slowly, shrugging out of it, her dress slivered to the ground and she stood, breathing heavily as he stepped back to admire her in her
bra and panties. Her tits were pushed up and together over a Black and Tan lace bra.
Nathan stood staring. His tongue unconsciously flicking over his lips. His fingertips brushed her hips. Then suddenly, he gripped her hips and spun her.
Her panties, matching her bra, disappeared between the curves of her ass as she bent against the wall. Ass out for him. He moved to her, his mouth kissing her neck, shoulders, and back. She gasped and moaned, rocking her hips and digging her ass back into his crotch. He reached up and unclasped her bra and Samantha lowered her arms, letting it fall to the ground. His hands snaked around her body, fingers finding and gently pinching her hard nipples as he felt and heard her breath get more ragged. Feeling the heavy weight of her tits filling his hands, he leaned his crotch into her and groaned.
Running his palms down her hips, he slid her panties to the ground as she spread her legs for him. Her hands were against the wall. Ass out towards him his hands were sliding up and around her thighs. Fingers creeping towards the source of heat between her legs.
“I want to rub your pussy and tease your clit with my hands and my mouth, can I do that for you?”
She turned around grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing him hard.
“Right now,” she gasped, in between kisses. “You have my blanket,” her hands worked on the buttons of his shirt as she kissed him and spoke, “permission, to do,” leaning back, she pulled his shirt over his head, immediately pressing her mouth almost to his. “whatever you want,” her hands undid his belt and unfastened he button. “To me,” she said against his mouth, her hand sliding into his jeans and stroking his cock through his boxer shorts.
Nathan moaned, closing his eyes. He opened them again, staring intensely at her. “Blanket permission?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Whatever. You. Want. “ she said leaning in to whisper it directly into his ear, emphasizing every word with a long and hard stroke. She could feel the precum on her hand through the fabric of his boxers. She slid his jeans the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them. She reached up for his waistband, but his hand grabbed her wrist.
“In that case,” he said, taking both her hands in his, ”what I want right now,” he whispered, barely audible as he leaned in to whisper into her ear now. “Is for you. To. Cum.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/viiegs/m_first_post_chattiest_amateur_train_companion_pt