Steel Rails & Silent Heat

I’m glad you wanted to come with me to the trade show. Of course, we’ll both have to work, but it feels good to know you’re there supporting me. The kids have been dropped off at your mother’s. Now we’re riding the train into the city, and it’s full of people. As they cram in, I’m pushed closer to you. You smile as I’m shoved up against you, leaning in for a quick kiss hello. You look amazing and smell fresh in the stale air of the train.

We’re jolted as it starts to move and you reach to steady yourself by holding on to my chest. I wrap my arm around you, letting my hand settle at the small of your back. The train lurches forward again, allowing me to pull you in for another kiss. We are really packed in tight! But I pull you closer and slide my hand down over your dress to cop a feel of your bum.

The train slides into the next station and jerks to a halt. You can feel how hard I am when my pelvis pushes against you. We kiss again. Then more people jam themselves into our car, pushing us closer together, and as they do you reach down and cup me in your palm. Our tongues touch each other and you squeeze my cock.

I draw my free hand up your ribcage and hold your breast in my palm, feeling your nipple perk under your blouse. It makes me desperate to feel your skin against mine. So my hand on the small of your back slips under your blouse and pulls you even closer. You are soft and warm to my touch. I run my nails lightly up and down your back, causing you to arch forward into me. Oh, how my cock aches for you.

We kiss and touch each other all the way to Clapham, and then on to Olympia. We only stop when we arrive and have to head into the show and off in our own directions. You wink at me; I see that naughty smile cross your face. “See you later for the train home,” you say.

But I can’t wait that long. When I finally see you at our trade stand, I can’t help myself. Ushering you over to the back, I sneak you into the storeroom. No sooner has the door closed behind us than our lips are again locked. The desire that built up between us on the train now comes out in force.

My hand climbs up inside the back of your top and unclasps your bra. Then, lifting your blouse, I kiss your nipple, as I’ve craved to do since Clapham Junction. It slides between my lips, and I flick it with my tongue. At the same time, I slide my hand down your thigh, then back up and under your skirt. Yes! You’re wet. I can feel your heat through your panties.

I can’t resist. I slide a finger under the edge of your panties. Then I slowly run the back of my finger over your pussy. Your clit pulses as I do, and I feel your heat rise. Now my finger takes a second pass while I kiss your lips. This time my knuckle hovers over your clit, circling it gently.

You reaction catches me off guard in its ardor. You kiss me hard again, moaning in pleasure. Your hands bury themselves in my hair, gently pushing me down to my knees. I lift your skirt revealing wet panties clinging to the silhouette of your vagina. My finger still under the hem, I pull them down.

I lean in to kiss you down there and inhale your sweetness. Lifting your leg onto a nearby box, I then run my tongue up the length of your womanhood from your hot wet hole to your erect clit. As my tongue draws circles around that little pleasure nub, my hands grasp your bum and pull you into my face. Flicking at you, I enjoy your taste and how you grind against me. My fingers slip around and rim your hole, even darting in a little.

We can hear the crowds outside as I devour you. I suck on your clit, my fingers busy working in and out of you. You arch your back and start to cum. I can feel it. Such warm wetness on my tongue and satisfaction in your eyes as you shudder hard against me.

I stand and kiss you. Then I watch you straighten your dress before we exit the storeroom. Everyone is oblivious to us, never guessing what we’ve been up to. Just then, you lean in and put something in my jacket pocket. “To remind you of me today,” you say. When I check, I find your wet panties. Yes, your sweet scent keeps you in my head all day long.

What just happened in the storeroom is insane! We never do stuff like that, it’s just not us. My head, my heartbeat, my body, my senses are all over the place. I’m not waiting for you at the end of the trade show. I had to go home and wait for you there. As a tease, I just sent you an upskirt of me on the train. I’m aching for you to get home.

You walk through the door, and I close it behind you then turn to find you gazing at me. I step in close, let my hands rest on your chest, and lean into you. My lips gently, tenderly linger on yours.

It’s only been a few hours since the morning adventure, but I’ve missed you so much. Your touch, your taste, your smell. It feels so good having you close again.

I’m tempted to rip your shirt off. But I don’t. I really want us to take our time, soak in every inch of each other slowly, tenderly, sensually!

I lead you through to the bedroom. The blinds are closed, and the lights are off. Candles are scattered around, casting shadows and scents through the room. You start to get a sense of what’s to come. I begin to undress you, my hands sliding down your chest.

Taking the hem of your t-shirt, I pull it up over your head. My lips trace small gentle kisses over your chest as I do. I unbuckle your belt and unbutton your trousers. Then I tuck my fingers into the waistband and slowly pull them down. My tongue traces from your tummy down your hips and thighs, taking gentle bites as I go. When you step out of your pants, I stand up in front of you. “My turn,” I whisper.

You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing me. Our tongues caress for a minute. You taste so good! I pull away and grasp your hands. I guide them down my chest over my breasts and direct you to the hem of my top. From there, you take the lead and peel my shirt off. My breasts are revealed, secure in my black lace bra. Your lips tenderly kiss them as you finish removing my top. Then you move your hands around my back to unhook my bra.

But I stop you. “Patience,” I say with a wink.

You let your hands move down to my waistband and slowly pull my pants down. Your lips follow and your tongue traces down my legs. My hands brush through your hair as you go. After stepping out of my trousers, I sit on the bed. I scoot back and sit cross-legged, then signal for you to join me and do the same. When you do, I lean across and give you a deep kiss. My hands run up the inside of your thighs, then up your chest. I take your face in my hands, and my eyes drink you in.

Your hands start to explore my body, running up my arms. You lean across and kiss my shoulder. Your tongue traces up to my neck where you gently kiss me again. You continue up to my ear where you nibble and breathe so deeply. Shivers run through me and longing grows deep inside. I lean my head back in pleasure.

You continue your journey along my neck, then plant a cheeky kiss on my lips. The tip of your tongue flicks across mine as you go. You move over to my other ear where your tongue plays, your breathing deeper and more intense. My hands reach out to touch your bare chest. As your kisses continue down my shoulder, you reach around again and undo my bra.
Letting my breasts fall free, you gently caress them. Your hands are exploring every inch of my body now. I lay back slowly onto the bed. With one hand, I give you a gentle tug. I want you to come over on top of me. You kneel over me on all fours, and your lips find their way to my breasts. You tenderly kiss and tease them, and your tongue traces around them. Down my tummy, over to my waist. Gently biting and tickling with your tongue where it’s sensitive. I can’t help but arch my back pushing me into you.

You continue down to the edge of my panties, your teeth tugging at them, teasing me. Your lips kiss just below the waistband. Your hands draw down over my warmth. You continue down the inside of my leg, licking, nibbling, kissing. Your lips are on one side as your hand continues down the other. You unfold my legs then roll your body back up over mine. Your fingers take hold of my panties and slowly peel them down and off!

As you come back up, your tongue flicks my clit for a little taste but doesn’t stay long. You get it. Slow. Sensual. Patient.

I gasp in pleasure, desperate for you to do it again. But I know it’ll be even better, more intense if I wait a little longer! You continue up my body, my hands tracing down your back as you go. As they reach your bum, they slowly slip around your waist. Then a little lower. Just enough for my hand to brush your hard cock. I grasp it and glide my hand up and down briefly. I’m repaying the little flick your tongue gave me. Your lips kiss me harder again, moaning in pleasure. Your hands bury themselves in my hair, gently pushing me down to my knees. I lift your skirt revealing wet panties clinging to the silhouette of your vagina. My finger still under the hem, I pull them down.

I lean in to kiss you down there and inhale your sweetness. Lifting your leg onto a nearby box, I then run my tongue up the length of your womanhood from your hot wet hole to your erect clit. As my tongue draws circles around that little pleasure nub, my hands grasp your bum and pull you into my face. Flicking at you, I enjoy your taste and how you grind against me. My fingers slip around and rim your hole, even darting in a little.

We can hear the crowds outside as I devour you. I suck on your clit, my fingers busy working in and out of you. You arch your back and start to cum. I can feel it. Such warm wetness on my tongue and satisfaction in your eyes as you shudder hard against me.

I stand and kiss you. Then I watch you straighten your dress before we exit the storeroom. Everyone is oblivious to us, never guessing what we’ve been up to. Just then, you lean in and put something in my jacket pocket. “To remind you of me today,” you say. When I check, I find your wet panties. Yes, your sweet scent keeps you in my head all day long.

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