Sarah had taken up this job offer only two months ago. The only downside she could see was the long commute to the centre of London each day. Before she had been working just up the road from her flat in a small local estate agent. It had suited her well for a couple of years but she soon felt she needed a better job with more pay and prospects.

Within a few days, though, she had found there were definite advantages to commuting to the city and one she had found on this very platform waiting for the tube.

She doubted that he even knew she was there but she lusted after him daily without fail. He even invaded her dreams at night. He’d attracted her with his rugged looks and strong muscles. His scent and sexuality, dripped off him like water. She longed to quench her thirst.

She felt her palms sweating, and her heart racing. Her breathing became quicker, louder, sounding so noisy to her, that it drowned out the sounds of the tube station. Her heart beat strong in her chest, pumping the blood round her body in the direction of her sexual organs. Her body felt as if it was floating, light, no longer a part of reality. She ached for the touch of his hand. Skin, damp with perspiration, moulding them together.

As he passed her, she followed closely behind not wishing to lose him in the crowd of people waiting for the tube. People coming through the other way jostled her, pushing her further back behind him. He stopped at the far end of the platform where it was empty. Following close behind, Sarah could feel the wind rushing through the tunnel and a loud thundering indicating the arrival of the train.

During the rush hour, on a London tube, it could be very difficult to move. Any degree of comfort would certainly be out of the question. Sarah, along with others, had come to accept it as part of the questionable charm of living in the capital.

Trying to find a seat was a waste of time. It was just as easy to stand where you got on. She watched him step inside of the carriages closer to him and not wishing to miss her chance she also stepped through the same doors. Several people got on after her so she moved so that she was standing just in front of him. She could hardly believe her luck. His heady aroma invaded and stimulated her senses.

She could feel his breath teasing, gently, on the nape of her neck. A tingle travelled up her spine and, then branched off eventually settling into her pussy. She felt floodgates open in her groin, soaking her panties and making her gasp. Her head began to feel a bit light.

She pushed herself backwards and felt his firm body against her own. He didn’t resist so she reached round with her free hand, her other hand holding on tight to the bar close to the door. Finding the belt of his trousers she ran her hand further down and began to rub gently at first then speeding up as she gained more confidence. As she rubbed she could hear his breathing quicken and he shifted his position so he stood closer to her. It made her smile. She was so ready for him, it was unbelievable.

She kept facing away from him, wanting to keep the sense of anonymity. It incited a sense of daring and stimulation. Sex was always more satisfying when it did. She had always thought so. Most of men she had known had not been against the idea. Moving her hand away she pressed her arse into his crotch. Sarah performed a kind of a lap dance, wriggling her butt on his groin. She loved to hear his moans, as she teased his cock harder. She fidgeted, feeling her pussy grow wetter in response to her actions. Her clit grew harder, with the thought of that great cock inside her, stretching her vagina walls. She was going crazy with desire, wanting so much to be fucked, good and hard.

The tube got busier as it stopped at each station, the space lessening around them with each additional passenger. Sarah hoped that things would not become so tight that she would be pushed away from instead of closer to him. She desperately tried to keep still, planting her feet firmly into the floor, and holding tight to the handrail. The ache inside her was intensifying, almost forcing her to gasp out loud.

She felt every inch of his muscles through the pressure on her body and she closed her eyes so as to intensify the sensations. His arms snaked around her holding her firmly and steadying her. As he did so he whispered gently in her ear.

"Hi, my name’s Nick. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi," she breathed. "I’m Sarah."

He continued to press his hot cock into her, almost trying to penetrate her through her skirt.

"Here let me help you."

Shifting slightly, she obligingly lifted her skirt, revealing the softness at the back of her thighs. Her pussy now was sopping wet with her juices, with the naughtiness and excitement of what they were about to do. There was a high risk of getting caught, but it just made it even more thrilling. She heard him unzip his fly and release his cock. It was bigger than anything she had ever felt before, as he pressed it harder into her crack.

She longed to take the whole length into her mouth, and savour the taste. Her pussy ached to be fucked hard, to feel the walls widen with the breadth of his cock. She leaned into him so to achieve the greatest penetration. She moved aside the crotch of her panties and guiding his cock in one hand, Sarah positioned it at the entrance to her eager pussy. As he thrust forward to slide his cock in, she bit down on her lip hard to prevent herself from crying out.

None of it seemed real, but the atmosphere was electric. Heat and passion was heavy in the air. The other passengers seemed oblivious to their sexual act. It was way too good to stop, anyway. She could feel every inch of that cock, with the balls slapping against her arse. The heat in the tube was almost unbearable, and their combined passion was adding to it. As the train stopped at each station, their passion seemed to increase. The train took them on a journey of sexual satiation and excitement.

Her heartbeat quickened, this was unbelievable sex. Better than she had imagined. He breathed softly against the nape of her neck, her breathing intensified, the tips of his fingers exploring the warmth of her mouth. She wanted so much to kiss him, to feel his mouth open willingly beneath her own. She could imagine them somewhere else. Alone and so much into each other, that nothing else mattered. Her head became heavy with desire for him. His hands seemed to be everywhere. Fondling her tits, he tweaked and rolled her nipples in between his fingers through her bra. They stiffened and she could feel them pushing through the fabric. Great big waves of ecstasy ran up and down her body. The build up was so intense. As his cock rubbed the inside walls of her pussy, she gave herself up to him completely. His strokes became urgent, stronger. He held her tighter, crushing her to his chest, as he felt the ripples of pleasure travelling over his cock to his balls. In a big, powerful orgasm, he filled her, spurting again and again lavish amounts of semen, until he was empty. Feeling the waves of orgasm running through his cock and body, she finally allowed herself to succumb, gasping and holding him inside her she experienced the most satisfying, fulfilling climax, she’d ever known. It seemed to go on forever, involving every muscle and nerve of her body. She cried out, tightening her vaginal walls around his still erect cock. As her climax ebbed away, the whole of her body became relaxed. Hot cum dripped out of her pussy, and down the inside of her legs. Using a travel tissue, she wiped up the sticky trail of fluid, running from her swollen lips.

As the train stopped at the next station, he pulled away from her. She knew that, after this morning, she would not be able to concentrate on her work at all. It had certainly made her day. As she stepped off the train, she glanced back towards the carriage she had just left. He stayed on the train. As he caught her eye, he winked and mouthed, "See you at home later."

Sarah nodded in reply and left the station through the ticket barriers.

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