Loco Lust

I’d seen you looking at me, there was no point in trying to deny it. I’d often caught you staring at me as I pulled into the platform, but every time I caught your eye, you looked away pretending to read your magazine or looking at your phone.

I’d seen your outfits change with the seasons, from a winter coat and boots, to very revealing strappy summer dresses with sandals. You had begun to be an obsession with me; I’d started to swap shifts with the other guys at work to make sure I was driving the 07.27 so that I could see you more often.

It had come to the point that when I arrived into London and released the carriage doors, I used to wait for you to walk past the cab, where once again I’d catch you staring at me. Then I’d follow you along the concourse and through the barriers, where due to the amount of people trying to get through I’d always be crushed up against your gorgeous body.

All of this had been going on for almost a year now and it was like a long slow teasing foreplay between us, we knew that we wanted each other but neither of us had dared make a move.

Things had to change though, you had gone from being my fantasy to becoming a need for me, you were the first thing I thought of as I woke up, you filled my thoughts through the day and in my sleep I dreamt of you. I had to have you, to know what you felt like, to feel your lips against mine and that was just for starters.

Then finally my chance had come. On the way into London my control had rung me to say that the next train I was supposed to be driving had been cancelled and that once I got to London I was free to travel back to my home depot and that my day would be over.

As I pulled up towards the buffer stops my heart was racing. Was I just imagining this, what would a gorgeous woman see in an average Joe like me? But I was going to steel my nerves and live dangerously for once. I heard the distinctive tapping of your stilettos click clacking along the platform; fuck, I even knew what your footsteps sounded like.

You walked past the cab and as usual I saw you glance in at me. I jumped out, closed the door and followed you along the concourse. As usual you were wearing Calvin Klein perfume that suited you so well, and I watched the way your ass wiggled in that fitted skirt and I saw the outline of your bra through your sheer blouse.

I made my way through the hordes of commuters to make sure I was right behind you as you went through the barriers. As usual, your impatient fellow travellers made sure I was pushed against you and I felt a spark of electricity surge down my spine as my hand brushed against your ass.

You left the station and turned left; I followed a short distance behind you for a couple of streets until you turned down a narrow Mews. I knew this was my chance; I had to approach you, it was a now or never situation, there was no one around.

I called out, “Excuse me”. You spun round with a look of shock on your face. “I’ve seen you looking at me and I think it’s about time one of us made a move”.

Before you knew what was happening I was at your side, my hands around your waist pulling you close to me, my tongue forcing its way into your mouth. For a single second I felt you try to resist me and then almost as quickly I felt you melt into my arms and you started to kiss me back passionately, almost as though your life depended on it.

I pulled away for a brief moment checking that we were still alone; I was pleased to see that there was not a single soul around. I moved my hands to the buttons of your blouse and started to undo them as you stared deeply into my eyes wondering what was coming.

I had my hands on your breasts massaging them through the lacy material of your bra and I could already feel the hardened nubs of your nipples against the palms of my hands. Quickly I lifted your tits from your bra cups and stood back for a moment admiring the sight of you with your blouse half open and your amazing breasts looking as though they were in a quarter cup bra with your hard nipples pointing skyward.

I wasted no time in taking one into my mouth, sucking hungrily on it trying to suck your whole breast into my mouth. I could hear a slight moan from your lips and I felt your hands resting lightly on my head.

As I was sucking your ample breasts my hand had started to snake its way up your stocking clad legs that felt so soft to the touch. I passed the tops of them and felt the skin of your inner thighs, which was even silkier than your stockings.

I carried on the assault on your thighs gliding my hand ever further up until I felt the satin material of your thong. I could already feel that you were wet through the material of your flimsy panties that barely covered your sex, but when I pushed them to one side nothing could have prepared me for how hot, wet and sticky your pussy would be.

“I think you’re enjoying this,” I whispered, as I easily managed to push three fingers into you and started to slowly fuck you with them. I felt you push yourself onto my probing hand making my palm slick with your juice.

Conscious of being caught and having to satisfy my need, I knew I had to fuck you there and then. I pushed you against the wall of the alley, undid my belt and dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, and hitched up your skirt.

I held my huge swollen cock in my hand, the head bulbous and purple with my foreskin drawn back. I pulled your panties to one side and placed it at the entrance of your soaking wet slit.

“Go on then, fuck me,” you said in a whisper.

With one swift movement I was up to my balls in you. A gasp left your lips as you were taken by surprise in the way that I had penetrated you with one thrust and you had no chance to let yourself get used to me.

I started to build up a steady rhythm; this wasn’t love making, it was pure animalistic fucking. With each of my strokes your whole body lifted and before long you’d got your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into you with every thrust.

I looked into your eyes as you placed your hands on my shoulders and then our lips locked into a passionate deep kiss, each of us trying to force our tongues down the other one’s throat.

You were almost whimpering as I carried on my relentless fucking of you. I could feel the sodden material of your thong grazing my cock with each stroke. For the first time in a long while, I felt alive; this was just so far away from anything I had ever dreamed of doing.

Finally I felt your whole body stiffen and your pussy started to contract and massage my cock, almost as though it was a hand milking it. With a gasp, I felt the head of my cock expand as I emptied the contents of my balls into your convulsing vagina.

We slumped against each other panting, sweating and catching our breath. As I withdrew from you I saw my cum drip from your swollen pussy and land on the pavement.

You placed your breasts back into your bra, buttoned up your blouse and adjusted your skirt and stockings as I put my trousers back on. You looked at me with a glint in your eye and a smile on your face then you turned and walked away from me.

I stood watching you walk away from me, hardly believing what had just happened, then you stopped and turned around looking directly at me and said, “Babe that was amazing, I’ll make your favourite chorizo and red wine risotto when you get home tonight."