Your Fantasy

This was your fantasy. Not mine. I wasn’t sure, but you were so insistent.

We agreed a date and I booked a couple of days off work.

I had a poor nights sleep the night before worrying.

Would I catch the right train?

Would you turn up?

Would I recognise you?

Would you recognise me?

I woke an hour before I had to leave. I had packed some clothes the night before in an overnight bag. I showered quickly and slipped into my panties and jeans. I pulled on my calf length black leather boots, which I bought on my last Italian trip, over the jeans. Then I put on my figure hugging white top over my bra and then put on my black leather bomber jacket.

The station is less than a mile from my apartment building and it took only a few minutes to reach it. I picked up my ticket and waited for the train. It was ten minutes late. The train was busy but I found a seat. I put my sunglasses on and tried to doze through the journey, occasionally sipping water from the bottle I brought with me. Two a quarter hours later, I arrived at London’s Kings Cross station.

I had studied the map of the underground and found the subway I needed to reach my hotel. I booked in and took my bag to my room. This will do nicely if I could bring you back here for a night of passion, but you had already said that this would not happen and I understood that, but a woman can dream, can’t she?

I stripped off my top and bra. I removed my boots. I unzipped my jeans, pulling them down along with my panties, before placing all the clothes in my now empty overnight bag.

Then, I showered for the second time today and did my hair. I spent a long time rubbing moisturiser into my naked body, before pulling my boots back on. Finally I put on my full length black leather coat and buttoned it up.

I was ready.

Your plan was for me to get into the first carriage of a certain subway train at the exact time you specified from a particular station. You would get on at the next station. I set off early and had a half hour wait. I was so nervous of our meeting. The train arrived and I got on. I stood, holding onto a rail as you specified.

I was nearly wetting myself when the train reached your station. I saw you first and then you saw me. You looked so smart in your suit as you got on the train and came into my carriage. You whispered my name into my ear as you hugged me. I put my arms around you. The train set off as your right hand slid down my body brushing a breast as it travelled down further. I had already undone as many of the buttons as I dare before you arrived. Your hand undid some more and slid inside my coat. Our faces were leaning on each others left shoulder as we squeezed tightly together. Luckily, we are around the same height, thanks mainly to the four inch heels on my boots.

I jumped slightly as your hand brushed my pubic region and you pulled me harder towards you. I relaxed as your fingers rubbed my mound and I moaned as you parted my lips with your fingers. I wanted to kiss you but we had agreed that we wouldn’t. This was sex, not love you had told me. You squirmed your fingers around my lips until you found my wetness. Then you pushed a finger inside me. I moaned in your ear as you pulled it back out and replaced it with two, working my clitoris with your thumb. I could feel your hardness through your suit as I clenched your hand tight between my thighs. I closed my eyes tightly shut, trying not to cum too soon and spoil it for you.

When I opened my eyes, I realised that several people on the train were looking at us. Actually it was most of the people in our carriage. You seemed to be oblivious to this. It was getting uncomfortable and felt frightened so I pulled away. I shouldn’t have. I know. Your hand was glued between my legs. The train slowed and stopped at a station. The doors opened. I grabbed your hand away from between my legs, gathered my coat together in front of me and pulled you towards the doors.

We have to get off, I told you. Thankfully, you took the hint and followed me off the train. People were still staring at us as we ran away from the train, laughing like school children up to no good.

We ran around one corner after another. Tunnel after tunnel, always running the opposite way to the way everyone else was going. Finally, we ran into a dead end. You spun me around against the wall. Our mouths met. I heard your zip. You pulled open my coat and thrust your cock straight inside my soaking pussy, nearly lifting me off my feet in the process. I wrapped my arms around your neck as wave after wave of ecstasy drowned me. You reached inside my coat and grabbed my ass, forcing my legs upwards. I tried to wrap them around your waist, but you continued to thrust into me, giving me no chance. I unbuttoned my coat totally, revealing my breasts to you, pulling your head down in between them.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook us. I was gasping for breath and you were tired from supporting both of us.

You said that you could not stay much longer and asked which train I was going to catch to go back home and you were surprised when I told you I had booked a hotel and was going to stay over.

‘Have I told you of another fantasy I have?’ You asked.

‘Is it the one of me naked on all fours in a hotel bedroom?’ I asked.

‘That’s the one.’

‘Come on. My hotel is not far away.’ I said, taking your hand.


Thank you Quelcultas for the idea for this story