Train station affair - - Sex Stories

Train station affair -

... the mound presses behind the fabric. He smiles lustily at her as she withdraws from the kiss. She tilts her head moaning softly. Her lips press to his neck, “Are we almost there.” He feels the brush of teeth as she presses her lips to his neck. The soft moan encourages him to continue the rotating palm motions. She looks out the train car, her eyes searching for people. As she asked the question they feel the train start to slow. Lights flicker threw the window as they enter the tunnel that leads to their stop. Her heart starts pounding fast and her face flushes as she slings her bag over her shoulders. The muffled intercom crackles to life and barely understandable announces the current stop. He smiles and takes her hand, “This is our stop.” She can feel her panties are damp and blushes, “Let’s go please.” He explains how to get outside, “Out there we go up a flight of steps to the station proper, then out the front door and turn left to the taxis. Welcome to the city.” “The cab ride will be like 15 minutes then were at my place.” She smiles and walks off the train onto the platform. She was happy to be off the train. Going hand in hand up the stairs they exit the station and get a taxi. He tells the driver the address, one she knows and having been there before but not like this, neither of them having been there, with these untold thoughts and desires before. She watches the town speed by, her fingers entwined with his. Her side glance can see the driver staring. The ...

... 15 minutes feel like an eternity as he glances back at her. Totally oblivious to the driver, he only has eyes for her. She leans against him pressing her face to his neck. She nibbles on his earlobes. Wraps his arm around her, holding her close as she nuzzles in to his neck and starts nibbling his ear. A barely audible growl, more felt starts low in his throat. They feel the cab slow and he glances out the wind shield briefly, he knows where they are and says just loud enough for her to hear, 2/10th of a mile to go.” She giggles and pulls from him. The taxi pulls into the driveway, he pays the fare, and he sees the odd an knowing look in the drivers face. He gives him a 5 dollar tip. They get out and head to the door. She feels the eyes of the driver staring at her. She presses closer to his side as they walk up the stairs. They reach the door, he unlocks and let’s her in then closes and locks it behind him. Alone. Finally alone, just the two of them. He pulls out his phone, turns the ringer off and sets it on the shelf by the door. She sends a final message before turning it completely off. She stood in the thresh hold of his place. She had been there before but not alone and not like this. He re grabs the phone and turns it off. Sees her phone go dark. He grabs the strap of her backpack and slides it off her shoulder and down her arm; to finally drop to the floor. “Alone. You. Me. Here. Now.” He says each word as though it was an entire sentence. She turns and faces him ...