I wouldn’t call it stalking, not really. I mean, I knew when he was there, watching me. After all, I was watching him too. And I wasn’t afraid, just curious; which one of us would give in first?
Three days earlier.
The rush hour train home was packed as always. I crossed my legs which was when our knees touched. It was an accidental brush—nothing out of the ordinary.
‘Sorry,’ we both blurted.
Him, with his mop of dark hair, wearing crisp suit trousers, a white shirt, and a black tie. He wasn’t my usual type, but there was something about the shimmer of his blue eyes that kept my attention. As a crimson flush filled his cheeks, he quickly looked away. That should have been the end of it and I should have joined him in watching the blur of terraced houses through the train window. If I had, then I wouldn’t have noticed his attention returning to me, his focus turning to my bare legs. I took my time uncrossing them, letting the soft folds of my flared black skirt fall loosely mid-thigh.
Politeness should have led him to avert his eyes once more, but he didn’t. Despite the flush of his cheeks deepening, he kept his eyes lowered—interesting. Parting my thighs slightly, I rested both palms on top and let the warmth penetrate my skin. As the train clackety-clacked along the tracks, butterflies fluttered in my abdomen. I opened my legs a fraction wider to see what the stranger would do. As the realisation dawned on him that this wasn’t an unintentional move on my part, he looked up, swallowing hard.
It was too easy, toying with him this way, making him squirm on the seat in a vain attempt to readjust himself. He lowered his gaze again, only this time, blatantly stopping at chest level. His unabashed bravery sent tingles along my flesh and the thin white fabric of my vest top did little to hide the hardening of my nipples. A thousand images crammed my headspace all at once. First, I savoured the imaginary taste of his tongue and then I contemplated the bite of his teeth on each nipple. This time it was me who squirmed as my desperate need to be touched gained momentum. Could he catch the scent of longing as juices seeped through the lace of my knickers?
A screech of train wheels preceded the slowing of the train as it rolled into the next station. My stop. Fuck. For a moment, I considered continuing the journey, seeing where things might lead. But instead, I gathered my senses along with my belongings. This was nothing. Just a brief fantasy that I could use whenever I desired. I stood up, smoothed down my skirt, and squeezed past the seated passengers. The train wobbled before coming to a halt, and I waited patiently for the doors to open. As the other departing passengers crowded behind me, I felt warm breath caressing my neck and goosebumps rippled down my back. I didn’t need to look—I knew it was him. I inhaled deeply, steadying my quickening pulse. When the doors finally opened, I stepped down onto the platform, sauntered through the barriers, and then stopped by the exit. As the stranger walked past, his eyes flicked my way, and the slightest hint of a smile spread across his face. He then headed in the opposite direction to which I needed to go.
That definitely and absolutely should have been it. But this was me—someone who collected ‘should and shouldn’t haves’ with abandon. And so, drawn by a certain magnetism, I followed him, keeping my distance. I kept pace with the mysterious stranger who had my juices flowing. He took a left turn, then another, and then two more left turns that led him straight back to the train station. I lost sight as he passed through the ticket barriers and made his way towards the platform from which we had alighted.
Hmmm. Very interesting, indeed.
Two days earlier.
The train home was once again packed full of commuters and the soggy summer air was heavy with the scent of stale cologne. There was no sign of the stranger who had kept me entertained the day before. Shame. I thought back to the pleasure he had brought me the previous night, as I’d replayed reality and woven it with fantasy. Imagining that things had turned out differently had left me hot, wet, and in need of a good climax. Plunging the vibrator into the juicy warm folds of my wet cunt had me writhing as I crafted the fantasy further. First, the two of us fucking against the station wall; my palms pressed flat against the concrete as he lifted my skirt and pulled my knickers to the side, me arching my back as he took me from behind. I thought about the bite of his teeth on my neck while he kept me in his grasp right until he came deep inside of me. It was all I’d needed to bring myself to orgasm before falling into a deep sleep, absent of dreams.
The journey home went quickly and when I got off the train, I made a beeline to the exit. At first, it was more of a sense than a knowing. But from the moment I turned right, I knew he was behind me. The stranger from yesterday’s journey matched my pace as I crisscrossed along the busy streets. Not wanting to acknowledge his presence, I kept facing forward, trying to steal surreptitious glances at his reflection in the shop windows we passed by. There was no doubting the fact it was him only this time, the suit had been replaced with a tight-fitting white t-shirt and dark, denim jeans. I weighed up the options.
Walking directly to my house could be asking for trouble. I mean who follows someone out of a station? I picked up the pace, winding through the town until eventually, I arrived at my road. Nerves drummed as I slowed down, walked straight past my flat, and continued to the pub at the other end of the street. Opening the door, I turned to face the stranger. Caught off guard, he stopped momentarily, our eyes locked. And then, in a flash, I entered the premises, letting the door slam shut behind me. I waited patiently but the door remained closed. He hadn’t taken the bait.
One day earlier.
From where I was sitting, inside the cafe, I had a good view of the station entrance. Just as anticipated, there he was, right on time. Slinking back into the shadows, I watched as he kept his gaze firmly fixed on the incoming evening train. Was he waiting for me? Curious to know what he would do, I finished the last few sips of my now-cold latte and settled the bill. Streams of weary commuters filtered through the exit. Would he wait for the next train or would he leave? If he decided to go, I’d be stuck, not able to get across the road quickly or discreetly enough to follow him. But my worries weren’t justified.
Once the last of the commuters had dispersed, the stranger loitered a few moments longer, then headed off in the same direction that I’d led him last night. I followed once again, heart thumping in my chest, as he navigated his way through the town. Every street memorised, each twist and turn taken, until he reached the pub I’d entered the previous evening. Without looking back, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.
I hesitated on the threshold. Going in could end our game of cat and mouse prematurely, but curiosity got the better of me. It may have killed the cat, but my pussy always had been a risk-taker and I needed to know; who was going to make the next move? The pub was packed with after-work drinkers and it took a moment for me to spot him. But there he was sitting at the bar, already with a whisky in hand. Striding to the far side of the bar, I waited for the attention of the barman.
‘Hey, I don’t suppose I left my purse here last night by any chance? It’s blue with the initials AB on it.’
The barman shrugged. ‘Don’t think so. I can check lost property if you give me a minute. You want a drink while you wait?’
‘Sure. Vodka tonic would be grand, thank you.’ He poured the drink which I sipped at tantalisingly while I waited. I felt the stranger’s eyes on me. Intoxicating, juice-inducing, pussy-tingling attention that I chose to ignore for the time being, at least. The barman returned empty-handed.
‘Sorry, it’s not here.’ Of course, I knew that already. I didn’t even own a purse. Retrieving my phone from my bag, I swiped up to pay contactless.
‘Ah, never mind. I’m sure it will turn up. Thanks anyway.’ I finished the last of the ice-cold vodka and headed straight to the door, with not even a glance in ‘his’ direction. Would he follow? Did I want him to? Adrenaline shot through my blood vessels, spurring me on as I walked away from the pub and in the opposite direction of home. It wasn’t for another three blocks that I dared to turn only to find an empty street behind me.
Shit. Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I was the one who had built up nothing more than a fantasy that had me wandering the streets like a psycho. Fighting the urge to run back home, I turned heel fast and strode back hastily, berating myself for my stupidity.
Present day.
I don’t know which one of us caught sight of the other first but from the second our eyes locked there was no disputing that the next step was imminent. The sound of the approaching trains softened, and the commuters waiting to board blurred into the background. Neither of us backed down, him on one platform, me on the other. Even when my vision was obscured by each moving carriage, I caught glimpses through the passing windows—both us immobile until eventually, my usual train halted, blocking my view entirely. Boarding would give him the answer to a question that I didn’t know for sure he was asking. Staying put could raise more questions but at least I would be the one asking them.
Standing my ground as the train rolled away from the platform, I looked for him, the stranger that I knew nothing about. Shit. He was gone. Once again my mind tripped over the possibility that it was all in my head. That there must be something wrong with me. But I’d never been wrong before. I always knew. Then I felt his hair-tingling presence behind me.
‘It’s not just me then,’ he said, his voice gentle and refined. I continued facing the platform and shook my head slowly. Taking a step closer, so close in fact that I could feel the breath of his words fall on my neck, he spoke again.
‘You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.’ Every hair on my body rose as my skin tingled with goosebumps.
‘Then follow me,’ I said, still not daring to look back. Keeping a step behind me and one palm on the small of my back, he did just that. We walked back through the ticket barriers, exited the station, and made our way to the rear of the old Victorian building. Each step took us further away from the bustling crowd and closer to the end game. It wasn’t until we reached the darkest corner, that I stopped and turned to face him. This close, he had a height advantage, the top of my head level with his nose.
‘May I?’ he asked. May he what? I didn’t care for the minutiae, I consented to it all. Starting with the first kiss that was slow and passionate as he pinned both hands above my head. I savoured the gentle taste of mint as his tongue entered my mouth. The cool concrete wall steadied me while adrenaline coursed through my veins making my legs tremble. Then setting my arms free, the stranger kissed my neck heading downwards with pleasure and upwards with pain, his teeth biting into soft flesh. He slipped the straps of my top and bra down simultaneously and teetered on the edge of too much pressure before easing off and running his tongue along my clavicle. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, consumed with a need to feel every part of him. It was a need that was clearly reciprocated. Tugging my top down, he exposed a breast and rained gentle kisses on it before taking the nipple in his mouth.
‘Oh fuck, yes.’ My moans spurred him on as he flicked his tongue over the bullet and then he bit down again. In return, I put my hands on his neck then slid them beneath his top and raked my nails gently along his back. With each tantalizing lick and bite, my cunt spasmed, juices soaking through my knickers.
‘I’m going to fuck you, you do know that, right?’ His smooth accent failed to match the roughness with which he further pulled at my top, allowing him access to both breasts. It was better than any of the fantasies that’d had me cumming so hard over the past few days. Alternating between nipples, his tongue flicked and licked and all I could smell was the scent of freshly shampooed hair. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and then calmed the pace down. He lifted my skirt and hooked his fingers around the hem of my knickers before sliding them down at an excruciatingly slow speed. The ground rumbled as trains came and went on the other side of the wall. Shrouded in darkness, I abandoned all care, steadying myself for what I hoped was to come. But he kept me waiting, teasing me with the gentle touch of his tongue along the curves of each thigh. I twisted and twirled the locks of his short hair between my fingers, willing him silently to move his attention more centrally.
He looked up, a devilish smile dancing across his face. I tried to hide my longing from him but to no avail. Still, he kept me wanting, darting around with his lips, kissing me, tasting the juices that rolled down. Tighter, I pulled at his hair, my frustration mixed with anticipation until finally, he released me from torment. Each touch on my clitoris corresponded with tremors in my stomach. With deliberate intent, he kept the rhythm slow, making sure that I felt every millimetre of his tongue over and over. I tried pushing myself onto him but his hands gripped my hips, keeping me static and at his mercy. The sound of distant voices carried on the air as people passed the entrance to the yard. I felt secure in the shadows, comfortable that our intimacy would remain undiscovered, but even if that hadn’t been so, I was beyond care.
‘Don’t stop,’ I begged unnecessarily. I kept my position against the wall, the concrete scratching at my back. He sucked at my clit, then licked at the juices, probing his tongue into my wet slit. I’d had oral before but never like this. Each flick edged me closer, each dart took me further into myself and each suck sent a jolt that reached every part of my body. Slowing the pace down even further, he kept me there, teasing me, heightening every sense until finally, nothing could stop me from cumming. It started as small pulsations in my clit but within seconds the waves spread with my pussy contracting and releasing repeatedly.
‘Oh, yes!’ I don’t even know if I spoke, perhaps the words came out as one long moan, but he kept his tongue in position, releasing his grip on my hips, allowing me freedom to rock back and forth. As the orgasm subsided, he stood up and looked me square in the eyes with that same smile and its wicked glint before leaning in close and whispering in my ear.
‘Do you still want me to fuck you?’ I nodded my consent once again. ‘You don’t talk much, do you?’ he said, grabbing me by the wrist and spinning me around until I was flat against the wall; a part of my fantasy coming to life. I steadied myself with both hands, pushing myself away from the concrete and slightly bending forward. ‘Yeah, you do want it, don’t you?’ He lifted my skirt again, this time allowing him a full view of my bare ass. Hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper sliding down, I expected him to plunge straight in but instead, he traced along the entrance with a fingertip and then slid his finger inside. The juices squelched as he pressed in hard. ‘Fuck, you’re dripping wet,’ he said, withdrawing slowly and putting both hands around my waist.
‘The question is—’ I paused momentarily, looking back over my shoulder, ‘are you going to give it to me?’ Moving my hands down the wall, I leaned further forward, pressing my ass against him. Answering my question with a swift penetration, he entered my needing cunt causing the breath to leave my lungs. The stranger chuckled as I winced, taking a moment to accommodate the length of his cock as he repeated the thrust, each time entering fast and then withdrawing slowly. This was something new— not that I’d never had sex with a stranger before but previously, at least there’d been names swapped and niceties shared before we delved into physical bliss. The novelty of this raw seduction charged me, my neural impulses firing at full blast.
‘Is that all you have?’ I teased him, daringly.
‘Oh, trust me, I have plenty more,’ he replied. Anchoring myself with feet spread wide, I welcomed the desired reaction as he pushed me to my limits, each thrust hitting deep inside. ‘How does it feel?’ he asked.
‘Less talking, more fucking,’ I ordered. He responded with a sharp slap to my ass.
‘As you wish.’ But fuck, it felt good; the raw abandonment of societal rules coupled with the sensation of his cock slipping in and out of my hot, wet, cunt.
‘Oh, yes!’ I gave him the words that were running through my mind over and over. ‘Just like that.’ The strength of his grip around my waist kept me immobile as he pistoned in a steady rhythm, increasing in speed and intensity. ‘Don’t stop!’ Another order that I issued unnecessarily, but one that stiffened his cock even more. I knew this moment, those familiar seconds just before the point of no return. The thought of him cumming re-ignited the small pulsations in my cunt. As his cock hit my cervix, I moaned in pleasure.
‘You’re cumming again, aren’t you?’ he threw the question between rapid breaths. I nodded, too far gone for words. The stranger picked up the pace, panting heavily as he slid in and out of me.
‘Fuck!’ We spoke simultaneously as he plunged in one final time, holding his cock in place as he spurted his hot cum deep inside my cunt. With trembling thighs, I struggled to stay upright as my pussy contracted around his thick, solid cock. His wet cum slipped out and ran down my thighs as he continued ejaculating. Finally, when every drop was spent and my orgasm subsided, I took a deep breath to realign myself back to the moment. I savoured his withdrawal as more cum dripped out onto my legs, its warmth contrasting with the cool evening air. I pulled my knickers up and turned to face him, suddenly filled with awkwardness. Again, this was new and I was unsure of the next steps. But he took the lead and dived straight in for a kiss on the lips, then whispered gently.
‘I don’t know about you, but I could do with a drink. Would you like to join me?’ His cheeky smile drew me back in. It was turning out to be a very backward sort of date, but hey, I’d never been one to follow convention.
‘Sure,’ I said while smoothing down my skirt. ‘I’m Amelie, by the way.’
And his name?
Well, one of you already knows the answer to that question, don’t you?
