I walked along the platform to my usual spot. She wasn’t there, but perhaps she was just running a little late. The train pulled in and I boarded. I can honestly say it wasn’t as pleasurable a journey as the last one.
The day was long and dull, the train journey home likewise, but as least it was Friday and the weekend beckoned.
Saturday morning dawned, bright, warm and sunny. My wife, who often works from home, had a report to finish so I decided to take the kids down to the local park, let them run off some steam and get plenty of fresh air. We walked along slowly, enjoying the sunshine, drinks and a small snack from my back pack as the kids ran off and started to argue about who should push who on the swings.
I sauntered along and parked myself on a bench at the side of the play area, I leaned back and closed my eyes, it had been a long but interesting week. I could hear the kids playing their imaginary games with some friends that they’d instantly made and I felt truly relaxed, when I heard someone approach and sit alongside me on the bench. ‘Good morning’ said a voice I immediately recognised.
I could feel my face starting to go red as I edged one eye open against the glare of the sun. There she sat, my train temptress. Her eyes hidden behind large dark sunglasses, but her smile was wide and warm. ‘Good morning,’ I managed. ‘Lovely day isn’t it?’ Quite why I said that I don’t know, I honestly didn’t know what to say.
‘Yes it is.’ She nodded towards the kids clambering all over a metal climbing frame, ‘Are those two yours?’ I paused and watched them for a second, before answering. ‘Or are you some weird guy who watches strange kids at the park?’
I laughed. ‘No, they are mine. No one else would have them. And those two are yours?’ I enquired. ‘They all seem to be getting on well.’
We exchanged idle chatter for a while, neither of us mentioned what had happened two days previously. We did at least learn each others names, which seemed a little odd after we’d masturbated each other, but at least we got there in the end. There was a moments silence at one stage, when I decided now was the time. ‘I didn’t see you on the train yesterday?’
She turned to me and smiled, it was a large friendly smile, slightly crooked which just seemed to add to her appeal. ‘No, I decided to work from home.’ Her smile wavered slightly and her cheeks turned a little pinker a she went on. ‘Actually, I was a bit embarrassed to see you, after Thursday. I almost didn’t come over when I saw you sitting here, but I thought I couldn’t avoid you forever, and at least we can chat here, unlike on the train.’
I turned toward her a little in my seat. I could feel my own face reddening too. I was just about to say something deeply profound to help put her at her ease when my phone started ringing. I made my apologies and answered it. It was my wife saying that the girls had a party to go to that we’d both forgotten about, and that I needed to get them home asap. I turned to Helen, my train temptress. ‘I’m sorry, I have to go. Will you be on the train on Monday?’ She nodded. ‘Then I’ll see you then.’
I gathered the kids together, making sure we had all the sunglasses and hats that we’d arrived with, and began the walk home. I know it was wrong, and I’m not proud of the feelings I was having, with a loving wife and family, but I couldn’t wait until Monday morning when I would see Helen again.
The rest of the weekend passed by without incident and when the alarm sounded on Monday, I almost bounded out of bed and into the shower.
I arrived at the station earlier than usual, and could have caught an earlier train, but I chose not to. I stood at my usual spot absent mindedly reading the morning paper when I felt her standing beside me. I turned and was greeted with that large smile once again. We managed to find two seats together on the train and chatted about this and that for the twenty-five minute journey. It all seemed so natural, the conversation flowed nicely. The train came into the noisy crowded station and we left the train heading for the tube. It eventually came to parting of the ways and she turned to me. ‘Are you, maybe, free for a drink after work today?’ I couldn’t help but smile and nod. We exchanged mobile numbers, and then headed off in different directions.
The day passed in a bit of a daze, I attended meetings, made decisions, placed some orders and had several phone calls, none of which I could recall moments later. I called Amy, my wife, and told her I was meeting up with a client after work and that I’d be home a little later. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence and she just said have fun. I felt a twinge of guilt as I put the phone down, but that soon dissipated as I grabbed my coat. I’d got a text message earlier on arranging to meet Helen at a pub not far from our homeward train station.
I arrived at the place, it was a small old style pub which I’d been to a couple of times before. I ordered a pint and sat at a small table in the corner near the ladies’ toilet and waited. I was half way through my beer when she walked in, looking a little flustered. ‘Sorry I’m late. Trouble on the tube.’ I ordered her a large glass of wine and she sat down opposite me. We chatted so easily, like we’d known each other for years. We talked about our day, the ups and downs of office politics, what was happening in the news that day. We had another drink, then another.
As I set the latest round of drinks on the table I sensed a change in the atmosphere, there was a certain electricity.
I swallowed hard and took a sizable sip of my beer before I answered. ‘I’ve been the same, since last Thursday you’re all I can think about.’ I felt my cheeks flushing a little as I spoke. ‘It felt so good.’
‘I’ve never done anything like that before, just so you know.’ She too was going red now, but her eyes were shining, her sweet mouth smiling. ‘But every time I close my eyes I can feel your fingers touching me, I can feel them inside me.’ Beneath the table my cock quivered at the memory of her soft moist pussy welcoming my probing fingers on the crowded train.
I leaned across the table a little closer to her, ‘I could smell your sex on my fingers the whole evening.’ She looked into my eyes biting her lower lip gently, her chest rising and falling a little faster now. She looked back over her shoulder to the rest of the bar, the place was virtually empty, apart from going to the bar to order we’d not seen another soul. She turned back to me with a very wicked smile on her face. She stood up quickly, grasped my hand and pulled me through the door of the ladies toilet.
Now, normally I would never leave a table in a pub with an almost full pint on it, but on this occasion I decided that going with Helen might be more fun. We both crashed through the door giggling like a pair of school girls and headed for the furthest cubicle. My straining cock was almost fighting its was out of my trousers by the time we kicked the small door shut behind us and we locked lips in an almost ferocious kiss, our hands all over each other and our tongues wrestling.
I pushed her back against the wall at the side, kissing her mouth and sucking on her lower lip, the passion was so fierce as we both moved instinctively. Her hands found my belt buckle while I reached down and slide my hands up her slender thighs, running my finger tips over the front of her panties made her gasp, they were dripping wet as I reached around and roughly tugged them down. By then she’d undone my trousers and was yanking at my boxers, my fat swollen cock springing free. She gripped it hard, giving it a firm yank or two before smiling at me. She pushed me away hard and turned her back to me, she leant forward placing her hands on the far wall, and looked back over her shoulder ‘Fuck me hard…’ she breathed.
Well who was I to refuse such a sweet request? I moved up behind her and ran the tip of my straining cock over her very wet lips, she started to push back eager for me to fill her but I held off a little, making her wait as I smiled. ‘Fuck me… Please.’ I gripped her hips nice and tight as I pushed forward, her pussy welcoming my cock. I leaned back as the sensations overtook me, the feeling intense. She let out a loud gasp as I buried myself deep inside her.
I started to rock slowly back and forth, I looked down to see my thick cock glistening from her wetness as it slid gracefully in and out. I deliberately kept my pace slow, savouring the sensations of her sweet pussy gripping my length, but she had other ideas. With a loud grunt she started to push back hard, impaling herself forcefully. I smiled, she really did want it badly, and I was just the man to give it to her. I started to push forward with more urgency, my heavy swinging balls slapping against her cheeks with each thrust. Both of us now desperate for more, I reached down and wrapped my arms around her legs, lifting her off the floor, her arms pressed hard against the back wall as we fucked frantically. She hooked her legs back around my waist as we thrust together over and over.
Lost in the moment as we were we didn’t hear the door to the toilet open. We didn’t hear the footsteps coming toward the cubicle door. The first we knew was when someone started hammering on the door, and they didn’t sound happy. ‘I can hear you in there you dirty bastards,’ came the gruff female voice. ‘I’m calling the police! Perverts!’
We heard the angry footsteps walk back out of the toilet as I reluctantly slipped my still hard cock from her deliciously creamy pussy. I lowered her legs and we turned to look at each other, not quite sure how to react at first, until we both started laughing. We hurriedly reassembled our clothing and stepped out of the cubicle, all was clear. We left the toilet and slipped quickly out of the side door of the pub with a voice shouting after us, calling us a whole range of disgusting names.
We almost ran to the train station, giggling the whole way. We’d behaved irresponsibly but fuck me it felt so good. The train journey home was quiet and subdued. We sat opposite each other, I don’t think either of us would have trusted ourselves had we sat together. We looked, we smiled, lost in our own thoughts but knowing that those thoughts were filled with each other.
When the train pulled into our station we left the carriage with the rest of the crowd. Outside in the car park it was starting to get dark as we stopped and looked at one another. We both knew what we were doing was wrong, we were both married after all, but the sensations, the excitement, the sheer total fucking sexiness of it all was too addictive. I wanted to kiss her, to hold her, but I couldn’t, there in the car park it was too risky.
We smiled once more and said our good byes. I didn’t know how long it would be before we had the chance to get together again but I couldn’t wait for that day.
As it turned out it was two weeks later at the conference hotel and the incident with the chocolate, but that’s a story for another day.
