Floodgates

'Oh sorry..' Bloody sod had just stood on her toes! Her friends had
thought her crazy,
but she knew there was a good reason to keep returning to this
insufferably cold platform.
She'd even taken up a job offer, just so that she could see him. Life
was too short
anyway. If she saw something or someone she liked, she went for it. The
age of equality
was now, after all. She thought about him every minute, at work and at
night, he invaded
her dreams. He'd stirred something deep within her. She knew it wasn't
very lady like
but she couldn't resist wolf whistling as he went by.

His rugged looks and strong muscles. His scent and sexuality, dripped
off him like water.
She longed to quench her thirst. She felt her palms sweating, and her
heart racing. Her
breathing become quicker, louder, sounding so noisy to her, that it
drowned out the
sounds of the tube station. Her heart beat strong in her chest, pumping
the blood round
her body in the direction of her sexual organs. Her body felt as if it
was floating, light, no
longer a part of reality. She ached for the touch of his hand. Skin,
damp with
perspiration, moulding them together... Oh, heck! She thought. Off
again! It always
attracted too much attention for her liking. She got so involved in her
daydreams, they
almost seemed real.
During the rush hour, on a London tube, it can be very difficult to
move. Any degree of
comfort will certainly be out of the question. Londoners had come to
accept it as part of
the questionable charm of living in the capital, but tourists could
find it disconcerting. It
was not unusual to find your nose stuck up some sweaty man's armpit,
which defied the
laws of hygiene, and something hard and large, prodding you from
behind. Eliza didn't
want to think too much about any hardness sticking in her, unless it
belonged to him.
Trying to find a seat was a waste of time. It was just as easy to stand
where you got on.
She had no idea if he had got on, or if he had, which carriage he was
in. So, when she
noticed his familiar scent, she was in no doubt as to where he was. He
was there, behind
her, standing so close. She could hardly believe her luck. His heady
aroma invaded and
stimulated her senses.

His breath teased, gently, onto the nape of her neck, making a tingle
go up her spine
and, then down into her pussy. She felt floodgates open in her groin,
soaking her panties
and making her gasp. Her head began to feel a bit light, and she wasn't
sure if it was the
other man's BO she'd taken a dose of, the fact that she had missed
breakfast, or the
prodding in her arse. A combination of all three, perhaps? Reaching
round with her free
hand, she took hold of 'the thing prodding her' and gave it a firm
squeeze. She was
rewarded with an sharp intake of breath. It made her smile. She was so
ready for him, it
was unbelievable.

She kept facing away from him, wanting to keep the sense of anonymity.
It incited a
sense of daring and stimulation. Sex was always more satisfying when it
did. She had
always thought so. Most of the men she had known had not been against
the idea.
Steadying herself with a hand on the side of the train, she pressed
backwards with her
arse to rub his crotch. She performed a kind of a lap dance, wriggling
her butt on his
groin. She loved to hear his moans, as she teased his cock harder. She
fidgeted, feeling
her pussy grow wetter in response to her actions. Her clit grew harder,
with the thought
of that great cock inside her, stretching her vagina walls, filling up
every nook and
cranny. She was going crazy with desire, wanting so much to be fucked,
good and hard.

The tube got busier, the space lessening with each additional
passenger. She found
herself pressed closer to him, as the jostling and pushing became more
urgent. She
desperately tried to keep still, planting her feet firmly into the
floor, and holding tight to
the handrail. The ache inside her was intensifying, causing her to want
to gasp out loud.
She clamped her hand over her mouth. She had forgotten where she was,
but she had no
intentions of going somewhere more secluded. This was what she had been
wanting for
weeks.

His strong body pushed against her, almost causing her to lose balance.
As she felt every
inch of his muscles through the pressure on her body she closed her
eyes so as to
intensify the sensations. His arms snaked around her holding her firmly
and steadying
her. As he did so he whispered gently in her ear. ' You are one hell of
a lady; I never
thought I would be getting this excited ever again. I'd given up hope.
How do you want
to be taken? Tell me.' This had turned out better than she could have
believed! Not only
was he incredibly horny, he was offering a bit of rough play. It wasn't
possible in here,
though so she just said: 'Anyway you want, honey.' He continued to
press his hot cock
into her, almost trying to penetrate her through her skirt. 'Here let
me help you.'

Shifting slightly, she obligingly lifted her skirt, revealing the
softness at the back of her
thighs.
Her pussy by now was sopping wet with her juices, with the naughtiness
and excitement
of what they were about to do. At any time someone may see, but it just
made it even
more thrilling. She heard him unzip his fly and release his cock. It
was bigger than
anything she had ever felt before, as he pressed it harder into her
crack. She longed to
take the whole length into her mouth, and savour the taste. By now her
pussy ached to be
fucked hard, to feel the walls widen with the breadth of that cock. She
leaned into him so
to achieve the greatest penetration. She moved aside the crotch of her
panties and
guiding his cock in one hand, Eliza positioned it at the entrance to
her now eager pussy.
As he thrust forward to slide his cock in, she cried out in
ecstasy.

None of it seemed real, but the atmosphere was electric. Heat and
passion was heavy in
the air. The other passengers seemed oblivious to their sexual act.
Somehow that didn't
seem right. She knew they were making a lot of noise. So why couldn't
they hear them?
Somehow, though, it didn't seem important. Maybe it was commonplace in
London. She
wouldn't have been surprised. In London, anything goes! It was way too
good to stop,
anyway. She could feel every inch of that cock, with the balls slapping
against her arse.
The heat in the tube was almost unbearable, and their combined passion
was adding to it.
She knew that the next station would be coming up soon, but would they
be finished in
time? Somehow Eliza knew they would.

Her heartbeat quickened, this was unbelievable sex. Better than she had
imagined. He
breathed softly against the nape of her neck, her breathing
intensified, the tips of his
fingers exploring the warmth of her mouth. She wanted so much to kiss
him, to feel his
mouth open willingly beneath her own. She could imagine them somewhere
else. Alone
and so much into each other, that nothing else mattered. Her head
became heavy with
desire for him. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Fondling her tits,
he tweaked and
rolled her nipples in between his fingers through her bra. They
stiffened and she could
feel them pushing through the fabric. Great big waves of ecstasy ran up
and down her
body. The build up was so intense. As his cock rubbed the inside walls
of her pussy, she
gave herself up to him completely. His strokes became urgent stronger.
He held her
tighter, crushing her to his chest, as he felt the ripples of pleasure
travelling over his cock
to his balls. In a big, powerful orgasm, he filled her, spurting again
and again lavish
amounts of semen, until he was empty. Feeling the waves of orgasm
running through his
cock and body, she finally allowed herself to succumb, gasping and
holding him inside
her she experienced the most satisfying, fulfilling climax, she'd ever
known. It seemed to
go on forever, involving every muscle and nerve of her body. She cried
out, tightening her
vaginal walls around his still erect cock. As her climax ebbed away,
the whole of her
body became relaxed. Hot cum dripped out of her pussy, and down the
inside of her legs.
Using a travel tissue, she wiped up the sticky trail of fluid, running
from her swollen lips.

As the train stopped at her station, he pulled away from her. He seemed
aware that this
was her stop, confirming that it was he! He couldn't have known that if
he had been a
complete stranger. She knew that, after today, she would not be able to
concentrate on her
work at all. It had certainly made her day. As she stepped off the
train, she glanced
sideways towards the front of the carriage. It just seemed that she had
to look that way.
Nothing unusual. Turning her head back again, she caught a movement in
the corner of
her eye. A late passenger had just got off. She recognised him
immediately. It was the
young man who had been on that platform, so many times before. The one
that she had
been lusting after all this time. The one that she had just shagged on
the train.

How the bloody hell did he get all the way down there? There's no way
he could have
moved that fast. A thought hit her, if it hadn't been him, who the hell
was it? She turned
round to look behind her, an old man, tall and sprightly, was standing,
his eyes following
her moves. Eliza pushed past him, trying to see if the stranger was
still on the train.
Several dawdlers were still coming off. There was no sign at all of
him, or any one who
looked remotely like him. She became confused. The old man, she noticed
was grinning,
and, cheekily, without any warning, as she past, he put out his hand
and grabbed her arse.
She began to feel nauseous, as the full realization of what had
occurred, struck her. She
had made love to the old man. The following day, Eliza quit her
job.