Her wet creamy fingers left her pussy lips and found mine as she stood to her feet. She tasted divine. I shut my eyes and moaned on her digits. When my eyes opened beast mode was engaged. I spun her around, bent her over and gave her ass a good slap. She spread her legs in anticipation of my arrival. I rub my dick along her thick lips and she rocked back anxious to get a feel for me. I heard the chatter closer to us now. I rammed my aching dick between her sweet pussy lips. I bottomed in one solid stroke. She was barely able to stifle he moan. I began a moderate stroke, with a steady increase in pace. Her pussy was so wet and fitting. I watched as the cream from her pussy bellow up on the base of my dick. That shit only encouraged me to pound her ass out that much more. I went from gripping her hips, to leaning down and gripping her titties. I arched my back as I continued to stab her twat. Between her moans I could hear the footsteps and small talk getting closer. I think an audience was looming. I slowed not a single bit. To be completely honest it was amping me up to know I was going to give a show. I was all in this pussy too. I was curious as to who would peek around the pillar to get a glimpse. Just as the steps came up right behind me, my body jerked.
Suddenly I was back on the train and she was in my arms again. I was a little confused. "Fuck" I thought to myself. I must have had one of my notorious vivid ass day dreams. Damn now she was in arms again, as clearly the train had one of those sudden jerks. This time my hard dick was pressed up against her back. "Damn can she feel that" I asked myself. "Fuck, I hope not."
"You keep saving me I’m going to have to give you my number" She said jokingly in the sweetest of tones. We chuckled, which broke my stint of nervousness.
"What’s your name?" I was able to get out
"Mali, well Shamalia but all my friends call me Mali."
"Well Mali, I’m Vince. It’s a pleasure to meet you and I have no problem coming your rescue." If only she knew how we’d already met in my mind. She began rummaging through her purse, and looked off again trying to still compose myself. My stop was coming up and work was the furthest thing from my thoughts, but I was here now. "It was nice meeting you Miss Mali." I stepped back as the doors opened behind me. Her hand reached out and clasped my wrist.
"No, I am glad I bumped into you." We exchanged smiles, and she handed me a little post it note, or so it looked to be. I didn’t want her to see me read the note, so I let the train depart and I made my way to the surface and on to my building. When I finally reach my desk I decided to give the little note a look. I fanned it across my face before opening it. It smelled just like her and it sent butterflies sailing through my stomach.
Thanks for come to my aid I’d love to see you again.
P.S. That felt really good on my back I can only imagine where else it will feel good.
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