Monday morning came too fucking soon. And for that matter, so did all the other work days this week. My biggest objection to working weekends, was there is no fucking weekend. I was however, feeling pretty damn good about how last Sunday's cumfest ended. I guess I showed you I smirked. Who do you think you're fucking with I chuckled to myself.
Not once all week did you stand next to me as you had done for months prior. Instead, you sat across from me, licking your wounds I supposed, or sulking or pouting. Or worse yet I thought, you might have been planning your revenge. Who knew? All I knew, it was fun as hell teaching you a little lesson about control. Honestly, I was a bit bummed out to think you might not retaliate. Each morning and evening you walked past me as if I wasn't there. You sat across from me and never looked my direction, not once. It was as if I no longer existed in your world. A whole week went by and not one bit of effort on your part to get even. Oh well, sore loser.
Saturday morning came too early again and I rolled out of bed for my second consecutive Saturday to work. I barely took the time to shower before I boarded the empty car as the sun broke the horizon. I gave very little thought to seeing you since you had started the cold shoulder treatment. I figured, party's over. It was fun while it lasted.
Just like every other day, the train came to a hard stop and doors popped open at your stop. Then the smell of your sweet perfume flooded the car. Hmm , welcome aboard I said under my breath. I silently sighed, so you must work weekends too? Hmm . You took the seat opposite me as had become your recent custom. Just like every other day, you were dressed to the 9s and looked gorgeous. I felt that old familiar stir in my shorts as I studied your fine figure. Now that I had seen you naked, your clothes did little to stifle my imagination.
As a suggestive salutation to welcome you, I gave my cock a few tugs and leaned back in my seat. I wiggled my way comfortablein the corner of the seat. Resting my head on the window behind me, I soon found myself nodding off. I was so tired I must have fallen into a deep slumber. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you running towards me. Your tits bouncing with each bounding step, as if it were a movie scene. I opened my arms wide to welcome you. But my left arm wouldn't close around you. Am I paralyzed in my dream I wondered. Crazy fucked up dream I said to myself. Then as I tried to embrace you with my right arm, it seemed paralyzed too. For some odd reason, I could not bring my arms together. What the fuck kind of dream is this I wondered? My struggle became frantic and the sound of metal on metal banged through the empty car. I awoke suddenly to the realization that you had handcuffed me to the poles on either side of my seat. I struggled unsuccessfully to pull my hands free.
Then it all hit me. I looked up to see you grinning broadly. You grabbed a handful of two day old stubble and patted my cheek. "So, did you enjoy your little nap?" you asked as you stood in front of me. "Kinda looks like I have apropencity for revenge huh."
"Now that I have a captive audience so to speak, I guess I call all the shots." you said, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.
You bent over at the waist, bracing yourself on the window frame on either side of my head, giving me a good look at your cleavage. It was the first time I gotten a close look at your eyes. God I thought, is there anything about this woman that isn't perfect? Your hazel eyes sparkled as your spoke to me. A beautiful shade of pink lipstick framed the perfect words your perfect lips spoke. How the fuck did I miss those beautiful eyes I questioned myself. Hm, I guessed I had been too busy noticing all the other perfect features you possessed.
"Okay lady" I conceded, "you win this round. Unlock me and let's have some fun."
"Let's? Did you say, let's?" you said with a sultry grin, "I'm having fun. Looks like you are the only one not having fun."
You turned your back to me and reached behind, taking both ass cheeks in your hands and squeezed them tightly. Then you swatted each cheek hard, making a loud slapping noise. As your hips began to sway, you slowly worked your skirt above your stockings. You kept perfect time to the music only you could hear. Your head tilted back and your hands slid up your sides and loosened your long hair. You shook your head a few times to fluff it up. With hips gyrating in circles, you lifted your skirt to your waist in a crumpled ring of fabric. With your legs spread wide, you pumped your hips in a nice fucking motion. Each time you bent over, I got a nice view of the dainty wet curls that hugged your wet lips.
As you danced you gave me all the free peeks I wanted. When you bent over, you made sure to run your fingers between your fleshy wet folds. Fingers coated with your nectar became delicious treats as you shared the sweetness with me. You were killing me and you knew it. Your fingers teased the both of us as they probed and rubbed all over you. I wanted desperately to yank my cock from its cotton prison and attack you with it. Instead, I sat there immobilized and squirming in my seat with a raging hard on ...and no one to give me a hand.
By now, you were nearly naked. Writhing like a wild woman in heat. Your juices trickled down your thighs as you danced and pranced about. Each time you drew near to me, I was certain you would offer some relief. But time after time, I was wrong. Instead, you tormented me, and seemed damn happy to be doing it. As your arousal reached new levels, you straddled me, rubbing yourself all over me and smothered my face between your large tits.