Intimate and intense sex is the best kind of sex in my opinion. They’re rare occasions however as it takes just the right mood and horniness to build up, but when you get explode, you explode hard.
Mike has my hands above my head, both hands caught and bound by one of his. I’m leaning, or rather pushed back, against the inside of the front door to his apartment. He takes his other hand and reaches under my skirt, finding my newly waxed pussy which is already dripping wet. He smiles at me as his body closes in and his lips cover my mouth and his fingers start probing.
Going back to earlier in the day, we are in central London. There is a heatwave. The air is so hot and humid that it feels like walking through syrup. Sweat trickles from my neck, running down between the valley of my breasts which are in a dangerously low cut top. The straps a little too loose on my shoulders keep sliding down, threatening to expose my lacy but un-concealing bra.
Despite the heat, my nipples are very erect, showing through the thin material of my top. The white fabric is semi opaque from the sweat dripping from my body. I use my hands in a feeble attempt to cool myself, only to bring more attention to my upper body.
I feel the gazes of men as we walk through the crowded highstreets of London. No subtlety as they stare transfixed at my breasts, their lust unchecked in the heat. Mike finds it amusing and drapes his arm over my shoulder possessively, teasingly playing with the loose top strap. I’m just as uncertain as the bystanders on whether or not he plans on pushing it down to expose a breast or not.
At the train station on the way home, he tells me to try taking my panties off before we get on the train. The train ride itself is 30 minutes long and I decide it would be a fun game. I slip into the women’s toilets, peel away my panties and fold them into my handbag. I join him on the train platform, aware of how much cooler I feel, enjoying the light breeze coming through.
The mix of moisture between my legs gives me a strange sensation, and I begin to wonder if the musky smell is simply just sweat and heat. On the train, all the windows are open but there is no effective air con. We take a two seater, as opposed to the four seaters which consist of two sets of two seats facing each other. I’m not daring enough this time, but perhaps in the future.
I sit by the window, my short skirt riding up, barely covering my bare ass. I cross my legs, nervous at the thought anyone would be able to see my shaved pussy from any vantage point. More sweat covers my body, from both the heat and my nervous excitement.
Mike sits down next to me in the aisle seat. The train is fairly empty for London, but there are still a good 8 or so other people in our carriage. We sit at the very back by the doors, and no one sits in the aisle across. Two people are sat directly in front of us, but facing the same direction, so unless the turned around and looked down, they wouldn’t be able to see anything.
Mike places a hand on my thigh. He inches away my own hands, and slowly encourages me to uncross my legs. As the train lurches forward, he slips his little finger so it’s barely touching the slit of my pussy.
As the train moves, it bumps along the uneven tracks, nudging Mike’s fingers closer and closer to me. He slides them up and down along the exposed length, not pushing aside the folds but instead simply enjoying to gently stimulate me.
I stare out the window, trying not to show any reaction on my face. My heart is racing, and it takes a lot of effort not to groan out at the delicious sensations pulsing inside my body. I keep my hands on my lap.
I want him to stop. I want him to continue. I want the train ride to go smoothly. I want him to fuck me right now. These clashing thoughts race through my head as he continues to explore, going a little deeper. When our stop is announced as the next stop, his fingers find my clit. He pinches it with his index and thumb.
I let out a little squeal, jumping from the electric bolt it sends through my spine. He chuckles and rubs in a bit more. Yes, I really want him to fuck me now. I need him to fuck me now.
As the doors open, I rush to stand up whilst discreetly pulling my skirt down as much as possible and run out. I rush past the few commuters who also get off at the stop, and instead charge down the path to home with determined strides.
Once inside, I grab Mike by his shirt collar and kiss him hard. My tongue is duels his, each of us fighting for dominance. There is a fever inside me and I feel as if I’m going to explode unless I do something about it.
He, however, is stronger than me. He pushes me back against the door. We never make it past the hallway. He slows me down, makes me wait, teases me more. He knows I can’t stand it, that I’m going crazy with lust, and it makes it worst.
His fingers are so light, so gentle at first. I grind my hips towards him, begging him with my body to just take me now. He keeps my hands restrained over my head, kissing down the length of my neck.
He licks up the sweat between my cleavage, pulls that stupid strap and bra off one shoulder and engulfs one breast in his mouth. He bites down on my nipple as his fingers push inside me. He gives me exactly what I want, fingers rough, teeth hard, but it only fuels the fire further.
I want to feel his cock inside me. I want to feel him thrust into me, bend me over against the door and fuck me hard and fast. My hands struggle against his old on them. I take one leg, and use it to wrap around him, bringing him closer to me.
I pull him towards me, grinding my hips against his fingers. He swears once, then releases my hands so that he can use both hands to undo the zip of his jeans faster. I wrap my arms around his neck, and as his cock springs free I wrap both my legs around his hips, balancing myself against the door.
In one determined thrust, he plunges his cock inside me and I almost climax then and there. It feels so hot, stretching me and filling me. He braces me against the door and gets into a frantic pace. I can’t do anything but hold on as he takes me hard and fast against the door.
I unwrap my legs, and twist round, showing him exactly what I want to do. With my ass now facing him, presented nicely and wantonly, he grabs the sides of my hips and pushes back in deeper than ever.
My hands are against the door as I’m bent over, pushing back into his cock as he pushes into me, trying to get as much of him as I possibly can. I don’t realise it but I’ve been moaning, almost screaming for the past 5 minutes, and I get only louder, more breathless as my orgasm builds up.
I feel him really thrust hard, once, twice and then the sensation of his cum spilling inside me. It triggers my own climax and I convulse around him, my body shaking, legs barely holding me up. He continues to pump inside me, until finally we both collapse on the floor, a wet, sweaty mess.