Without a word, I take her in my arms and a radiant smile lights her face, like a silent thankfulness. She nestles against me, breathes deeply like she wants to get impregnated with my odour. And a heat spreads out along my penis.

Her hand, in my back, lies upon my arse and presses my body against hers. Her head rests on my shoulder and she smiles, eyes closed, like a fulfilled lover. Without daring a caress, I observe her, totally absorbed by the caress she gives to herself. And my mind imagines bare the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin, her pubic hair entangled with mine, her sex sliding slowly on my thigh…
She gives a deep sigh and opens her eyes…
I imagine her sex, wet as her mouth. Then a jump. With my hand, I caress her cheek and her hair. My desire gets pressing but I savour the moment. As we get close to my station, I tell her ear:
“I want you.”
For only answer, her crotch, still stuck to my leg, slides against mine. Satisfied with the examination, she smiles and puts a kiss on my lips.
“I’m ready,” she says.
She’s all but prude. Her whole face tells me “Take me, here, there, on the seat, standing up, anywhere”. I'm suddenly scared by such blind submission and I drag her out of the train far from mixed up figures that I see where my mind imagined them.
Hand in hand, we errand, feverish, looking for asylum in my hotel room.

Room key in hand, we rush into the lift.

The door closes on our heels and there’s silence, only disturbed by our too fast breaths.
No more rushing. We discover our sanctuary in slow motion. After a long silent look, we find back our places into each other’s arms. On her face I can see the same impatient desire, begging, insistent. We exchange a kiss, a long and slow caress of tongues that makes us shiver. I long for her and our sexes press against one another.
We part. In me fight the will to rip her clothes off and take her there on the floor and the will to slow down time, that our caresses last forever. She prevents me from a cruel choice.

Slowly her hands go to my shoulders. They grab the sides of my jacket and make it slide down my back. Then she waits and I too let her coat fall on the floor.

We undress equally, until she is left in just her small blue high cut panties.

I tell her to take them off. She slowly slides them down and kicks them away.

She’s beautiful. And the desire that possesses her makes her even more beautiful. At this moment, all in her calls for forbidden pleasures. But she smiles and her smile is a promise of divine surprises. Holding my hand, she takes me to the bathroom. We get into the tub that can hardly holds us both. She makes me sit, with my back turned to her. Then she gets busy a few seconds and a cold shower falls on us. We both scream until the water gets deliciously hot. She kneels and her hands rub my shoulders, my arms, my neck… I surrender to the smoothness of an imprecise caress, in my back, on my belly. She braces me, puts her lips on the nape of my neck, presses her breasts against me. I feel the nipples, hard enough to pierce my skin. I turn my head, look for her lips, find them.
Like a sleepwalker, I stand up and turn without stopping kissing her. My hard cock bumps into her womb. My arms hug her. We hold each other so tight that not a single drop can slip between our bodies. Then I feel her hands getting busy in my back. I too grab a bar of soap and repeat the same moves on her body. Very carefully, she passes the soap on every inch of my skin, rubbing until it’s covered with foam. After the back and torso, she kneels and whitens my legs, cautiously avoiding the cock pulsating in front of her face. However, she doesn’t avoid observing it and her approving smile excites me even more. At last, she takes it, delicately. She leaves a layer of soapy foam along the pole, wraps up the harden balls and polishes the gland with the tip of her fingers. The caress of her slippery hands makes me moan endlessly. I want to get away from it and surrender to it even more.
Satisfied with her work, she stands up, still holding me. Our lips join again. It’s my turn, I start to give her back her caresses. Restraining from speeding up my moves, the temptation to use her is too strong and my hands get pressing, biting on her small hard tits. She purrs and undulates. Under my rubbing, her short pubic hair becomes a foam fountain that I spread against her sex. Her belly rolls onto my hand as to invite it.
We slide onto one another in an erotic game of seduction whose result is already known. Without drying herself, she runs out of the bathroom. I chase her meet her in the middle of the room. She waits for me, soaking wet. She plays the chased animal, followed by the predator. I slowly come closer, like a feline ready to pounce. She moves back but her legs bump on the bed. She sits then moves backwards again. I am almost to the bed when she finally put her back to the wall, legs slightly spread. I then discover her inner thighs. Noticing my look, she puts her hands over her pubis, so as to mask her vulvae, but the prude gesture turns into an invite when, with two fingers, she parts her outer lips.
The feline growls and jumps. She screams with surprise when I fall back onto the bed, between her thighs. My head lies on her belly and the chaser becomes sibling. I brace her hips. Her hands caress my hair. I could sleep her, my cheek against her womb, berthed by her breathing, but her intimate smell awakes my sleepy desire. Lower down, the warmth of her thighs heats up my body and attracts me.
I give her belly little kisses. I feel her shiver. I slide down her hip, moving her down with me. I plunge my face into the pussy and envelop myself with its smell.
I raise my head. Almost lying down, she bears on her face the same begging and alluring look. She puts her hands on her thighs, on both sides of her sex, and spreads her legs, like opening a gift. My blood rushes. I enter the valley, my eyes riveted to her intimate flesh. Still shiny from the bath, they long to be caressed, tongued, sucked, forced. I move.
I put my lips close to her lips and wander along her slit. With little tongue moves, I explore the entrance of her pussy, I excite her already erect clit. Her fingers go back and forth into my hair, like I was a pet. Her pubic hair is so smooth that I brush my face on it, but the hands on my head push me gently back to her sex. I lick her thoroughly. I savour, with the ravished astonishment of the discovery of an unknown flavour, the honey that flows from her lips.
Further up, her throat let go a whispered song, like a melodic purr, punctuated by little screams and appreciation when my tongue caresses her vulvae’s sensitive spots.
“Mmmmmm… yes… there, yes… Oooooooh…”
Under my tongue, I feel her relaxed, totally absorbed by the pleasure she gets and that no shaking or any dodging disturbs. And when I take her clit between my lips, she unconsciously raises her pubis to my mouth to better offer it to me.
Like in the subway, her orgasm is indiscernible. She expresses it only with her hands clutching and a long lenient sigh.
I look at her, suspended in pleasure. I wish I could always see her like this, beautiful, offered and enjoying the happiness of living intensely. Her eyes fall on me and in them I read again the love and gratefulness that trouble me so much. She pulls me close to her. I lay down on her body, pressing her ever-harder breasts. My cock pulsates between her thighs but she doesn’t seem care. She squeezes me against her. Her odour, her soft skin, everything about her makes me fall. I want to plunge into her, melt inside her, but she remains still. I kiss her fiercely. She kisses back but doesn’t open.
“I want you,” I tell her.
“I know,” she answers smiling.“I’m a virgin.” She adds, as I remain puzzled:
“I save myself for the one who will share my life. And I don’t know anything about you.”
My desire stumbles. Here I am, stunned, while she gets away from my arms. Then, surprising me again, she turns around and shows me her arse.
“Lick me.”
Seeing my hesitation, she grabs her arse cheeks and parts them, unveiling her shiny pussy and shaved arsehole. Hypnotised, I do so, taking from her pussy to lubricate her arse. I plunge my tongue, further on as it opens.
“Deeper,” she begs.
My mouth leaves her arse to lick her pussy, but a finger takes its place. Barely wet, I put it in slowly, taking care of pressing the sides to enlarge the way. She’s still static, head in pillow but I feel her arse muscles squeezing my finger enough to crush it. Once it’s fully inside, she asks again:
“Open me, open me good.”
So, I start to go back and forth, up and down, right to left, I explore, leaving no sector of her arsehole uncharted. And when she thinks she’s ready:
“Come. Take me now.” she says raising her bottom high, arse cheeks spread.
I let my cock wander along her wet lips then I put my gland to her arsehole. I thrust and she moves to meet me. I slide into her effortlessly and we both give a sigh of content.
“Fuck me, please, fuck me.”
I lose control. I grab her hips and start a frantic move, pushing my cock in her arse, pulling her arse to me. I pierce her without restrain, hearing her whimpering cries.

“Ooooow. …gently please….oooow…God that hurts…Oooooh….ohhhh.

The she screams. Her who showed nothing of her pleasure now doesn’t hold back anymore. An interrupted whine, cut by “Yes, harder” that excite me even more. Then her cries change, higher, shorter and her arsehole squeezes me so much that it’s almost painful.
“Keep going,” she screams in her orgasm, “fuck my little arse. Fuck meeeee.”
I push harder, folding her back under my arms weight. And she comes again, still begging me to keep going.
“I’m going to come,” I soon warn her, unable to hold back any longer.
“Tell me, tell me, I want you…”
I don’t have time to tell her, orgasm pounds me. But as soon as I come, she turns around in a jump, and jerks me off madly. The pleasure is too strong and I scream. My sperm springs out and falls back on her tongue, inside her mouth. She takes my gland between her lips and sucks up the liquor that keeps flowing.
I can’t see. I’m just a pulsating sex, painfully sensitive, submitted to the caress of her mouth and hands.
Once drained, I fall down to her side. I feel her warmth against me and I sink into oblivion.

London noises vanish as we turn and touch each other.