We sat at midnight waiting for the last train home on the platform, deserted but for two women. It was a cold night and we were snuggling up ourselves on one of the slightly frosty benches they provided sparsely across the station, keeping closely together for warmth in the bitter night. The train wasn't due for a while yet but we had nowhere else to go, and so sat sharing a set of headphones to listen to your favourite band.
I let my eyes dance and wander across the dimly lit space, taking in the small changes which had happened since our last visit, the graffiti on the benches, the litter on the tracks...then they passed back over and lingered at the two women. They were both very beautiful, the younger one a brunette, supple with hair tied back into a ponytail, the older a red head harder looking than the other, long flowing red hair careering down her back. Both were looking intently at one another, eyes seeming to bore into eyes,and though it was -3 both wore very little.
I shifted my position slightly to get a view of the two, and as I did, I saw you looking the same way as I had been a few seconds previous. I opened my mouth to say something to you, but you stopped me short, pressing a single finger to my lips, then pointed it forward, indicating I should look at them again.
My gaze returned to them and I saw them better, the light falling better upon their skin from my slight movement. There upon the younger girls neck glinted a single stone, embedded within what seemed to be a collar. I followed round the collar with my eyes, seeing that it was attached to a leash which was wrapped around the older woman's wrist. The young girl's face was flushed slightly red, her teeth biting onto a lip painted with the deep red of a lipstick, her eyes closed.
I didn't notice as you popped the earphone gently out of my ear and slid your iPod away into your bag. You pulled me closer into you, whispering to just keep still and quiet. I obeyed your words and sat and breathed the cold night air deeply into my lungs.
The girl let out an audible moan and her head fell backwards. I looked more closely at them and saw the older woman's hand brushing the inside of her junior's thigh. It was then I noticed the exact nature of their clothing...the corset the older woman was wearing, adorned with magnificent silver patterning, the black trousers bottomed by shiny black Fuck-Me-Now heels. The younger one wearing a bright red corset and short skirt that almost wasn't there. Her heels higher than the older woman's, though both shouted Fuck-Me equally as loud.
I heard the gentle moaning of the girl carrying on as the older woman said, "Can you feel it, deep inside you? Buzzing away inside your hot, wet, velvety, snatch...Does it bring you pleasure, slave?" and let out a soft yet evil chuckle. I felt my own hand riding up your thigh as it dawned on me that before us was a D/s couple of the bravest nature.
You buried your head into my hair and nuzzled me, inhaling my scent, my perfume, probably by now my arousal deep within me.