"Are you OK?" Sarah asked.

John had been sent crashing to the concrete floor by an impatient commuter, and hearing those words brought his momentarily confused thoughts back to reality.

Sarah had decided to check on the stricken victim rather than chase after the selfish perpetrator, though she did so hoping someone else had apprehended them.

John's palms stung a little after he had broken his fall, though he was relieved not to have smacked his head against the concrete floor.

"Thank you for asking. I'm fine. It serves me right for travelling at 'all about me' time, but this will remind me why I don't usually do it," John said ruefully.

"I'm a bit of a hothead, so checking you're OK works for both of us. I'd probably have ended up in trouble if I'd caught up with the idiot who sent you flying," Sarah confessed.

"I'll be fine; I'll just have to cancel my visiting massage appointments until the skin grows back," John joked, treating his minor grazes with his usual humour.

Sarah's laughter wasn't only in response to John's comment, but also because she knew it sounded like something she might have said if she had been sent sprawling in similar circumstances.

Sarah's concern touched John, though he felt sure she had other matters to attend to. However, his insistence that he would be fine didn't elicit the response he had expected.

"I became a free spirit very recently indeed, just now, in fact. I've nothing on today, or at least I won't have anything on very soon after I get home," Sarah giggled.

"In my dreams, nobody says that when I've just scraped my hands raw," John sighed.

"In mine, that doesn't matter because I do all the work," Sarah replied, marching John to the station exit and escorting him on the short walk back to her home.

John decided this was one of those moments when seeing where a path led was more interesting than asking questions. Sarah had hoped he would react this way and was delighted.

"If there are any issues, feel free to shout up. If you're quiet, I'll assume there aren't," Sarah giggled as she stripped off, removed John's clothes, and directed him to lie in the centre of her bed.

Sarah eased her touch and kisses down John's body as they laughed together. Each movement heightened Sarah's arousal, and as she gently stroked John's cock, his sounds of pleasure excited her even more.

Sarah's lips and tongue set to work on John's cock with enthusiasm. John listened to her contented sounds as she feasted on it with comic disbelief, but it was precisely his reactions that turned Sarah on the most.

John's vocal input was limited to laughter and groans of pleasure, which reassured Sarah that her needs weren't selfish. This intensified her work, and John's loud expressions of shock announced his orgasm, triggering Sarah's climax, too.

Sarah continued to draw on John, her body twisting through the spasms of her release. Her mind was awash with notions of freedom, enabling her to satisfy her erotic hunger time and again.

John was, unsurprisingly, more than content to allow Sarah to use his cock as she saw fit, for as long as she wanted. Sarah also enjoyed the opportunity to please herself without any expectation that she would necessarily return the favour. It wasn't that she might not have been quite happy to; it simply wasn't assumed she would.

Sarah's repeated work on John ensured her orgasms were more plentiful and more intense than they had been for years. John's were too, and once over, they were dwelt on to the sound of laughter.

Sarah made the most of the opportunity to enjoy the sweet pleasure that surged through her body. It was another aspect of life she was thrilled to experience again, and doing so in somewhat unlikely circumstances made it even more special.

"I'm definitely in my happy place right now. Help yourself to a book from the shelves, because I'm staying put for as long as I can get away with it," Sarah laughed.

Once Sarah felt she had extracted everything she could from her unexpected encounter, she explained to John that he had helped her realise it was time to resolve issues beyond those already addressed.

"After something as nice as that, pausing for admin might feel like a let-down, but hopefully you'll understand," Sarah said to John with a smile.

Sarah's message to her newly titled 'ex' wasn't long-winded. It simply told him it was over and that knocking over a stranger, arrogantly and unapologetically, had been the last straw.

"John's not a bully like you are, and for the record, his cock tastes really nice too," Sarah's defiant and final message to her ex concluded.

With her task out of the way, Sarah reflected on what she and John had shared.

"Sometimes you do something knowing you'll always remember it fondly. Perhaps an idiot barging into you was meant to happen? At least I can say 'I'm glad it did' to you without getting strange looks, though maybe not everyone would understand!"

Sarah's fresh start includes meeting John for coffee and a chat from time to time. To date, that's all they've shared since their first encounter, but, like John, she's no longer a pushover.