Red Head

Red Head

Sitting on the train, crowded as it was you’d found a seat. It was the seat diagonally opposite me. Your lips actually formed a rosebud, clichéd or not, and your skin was fair and clear and smooth. Done-up against the Winter weather your jacket told of Film Noir and secrets beneath. A tan, double-breasted detective coat with a thick belt and large horn buttons. You sat primly to my left and subtly looked about you.

Station one on the hour long journey, a man unshaven sits opposite you, his headphones bleating rock. You look away from him and your eyes find that I have been examining them. They are even clearer than your skin, they are blue like glass found on the shoreline, they are welcoming and they peep back into mine, unwavering but unthreatening. They say hello, mine say ‘hello to you to’.

Station three on the hour long journey, the double seat across the aisle becomes free but you do not budge, even though you have noticed it. You continue to look up and down the aisle and then back at me, subtly, just your eyes flicking back and forth. No-one out of line would know what you are doing. I am in their gaze and I am breathing deeper. Your lips part a millimetre and you brush a stray corkscrew of fine-spun copper off your shoulder. It is the first movement you’ve made and it confirms that I’m watching. I smile back and adjust my tie, my finger lingering on the knot. I ask with a look where you are going. To the end of the line, you respond with a hard, meaningful stare. I swallow and grin like a cat wanting to lap his cream.

A pause for a freight train to go by and then we’re off again, the rock-star beside me has drifted off to sleep and you unbutton your coat three stops and I can see that the heft of your coat was caused by some fantastic swells beneath. I try to keep her eyes on mine but she’s noticed that I’m excited and the soft wool mix of my trousers is doing nothing to hide my desires. You look up again and laugh slightly, your eyebrows rising to ask ‘oh, really?’ of me. Really, yes really and I don’t know if I can wait till the end of the line.

The train a little less jam-packed now, she rises after stop number four, without acknowledging me, and turns to head down the carriage. Unsure and unknowing I feel relief and excitement course through my veins like Sin as I see her finger, down by her thigh, beckoning me subtly as she departs. I rise, hoping no-one minds my straining erection, and dart after her. She’s in the disabled facility and the door is closing; I dart in behind. It doesn’t matter if anyone’s seen us. It doesn’t matter and only one thing does.

As she removes her jacket and her blouse I pull down the baby shelf and lift her upon it. I find those rosebud lips with mine and I taste her sweet perfume. Her skin is as soft as it looks and as warm and as welcome as I’ve ever known. Her hand is pulling my cock free from my trousers and they’re sliding down my leg as my hand is sliding up her body. And yes, she is amazing and beautiful to behold. Her bra is white lace and comes free with one practised flick of my fingers. Her breasts are enormous with delicate pink nipples the colour of her lips. Her long strawberry hair in soft ringlets smells like a bed in a dream and her eyes are more gorgeous the nearer they are to mine.

I slip-up her skirt and I pull down her panties, her pubis is delicate and pink and tasty and wet. I stroke down her thighs with my fingers, making sure of my mark and I lean in and taste of her moisture and lips. Oh, how I could lap from this for ever, but I know time is short. I make sure that she’s sopping and I rise up once more. Her tits are caressed and her mouth tastes what’s on my lips, then it’s time for the need of my cock and her cunt to express itself truly.

I enter like a kid in a flume, the waters gushing around me and drawing me in. I’m ball deep on the first run and my hands grasp her bum, I’m thrusting away on this shelf and I know that she’ll come. She grips onto me tightly, as she creams her cunt shudders. It’s lasting for ever and it brings me off too. I’m bursting inside her like a fountain in Heaven and she’s biting my shoulder just to keep herself going.

We relax,, our chests peeling apart with the sweat we’ve created. She’s looking into my eyes once more and smiling in welcome. She whispers ‘hello’, the first time we’ve spoken. I smile and pull up my trousers once more. I lick her nipples three times each as I help her to put her bra back on and I lick out her fanny to help her clean up. She comes once more as the announcement reveals our time is up. We adjust each others clothes, then wait for the train to stop, so that we can exit the cubicle while others are pointing to the exits.

She puts her hand on my balls, through the fabric and says, I take this commute frequently. I kiss her and tell her that I’ve just begun to do so too.

We exit the carriage from different sets of doors. She is lost in the crowd. Till next time.