Lunch

“I miss your cock.”

He looked down at his phone, an instant jolt making him stiffen in his jeans as he read her text. The train was entering the outskirts of the city, and he was getting ready to disembark at the next station.

He stared at it a moment, then quickly typed out a reply: “You’ll have it in you soon enough. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

Not a minute had passed before his phone beeped again.

“Do you promise?”

She was sitting at her desk at work, her fingers dancing over the screen of her phone as they played their little game, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire, widening ever so slightly as she received his response:

“Yes, lover. I’m going to bend you over the nearest table, flip your skirt up, and ram my cock all the way into your pussy in one go. And you’re going to take it, baby – hard. I promise you that.”

She gasped just a little as she read his words, delicious and devilish; tantalising and so full of promise. Her tongue fluttered over her lips as her mouth suddenly went very dry.

“Oh.”

He loved her little “oh”s. So much conveyed in such a very little sound. The gasp of surprise and shock and suddenly overpowering lust; the moment in which she gave up the game and just surrendered to him; the knowledge that he had the power to reduce her to a puddle of quivering wetness – “oh” conveyed all that and more.

 “Oh”, soft and breathy, when he ran his finger lightly up from the hollow of her neck to her chin, her head rising with it until he held her face balanced on his fingertip, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging half-open.

“Oh”, a low moan, when he ran his mouth gently along the curve of her breast, trailing kisses up the swell before swiftly taking her nipple in his mouth and rolling it on his tongue, pulling at it with his mouth.

“Oh”, a sharp gasp, when he blindfolded her and ran his hands very lightly down her sides, causing a wave of goosebumps to travel across her flesh, before scratching her skin with his nails, making her arch her back and bite her lip.

“Oh”, a startled cry, when he clamped his lips firmly onto her pussy, and ran his tongue over her puffy outer lips and slick inner ones, deliberately avoiding her clit to make her squirm beneath him.

“Oh”, a lust-heavy groan, when he knocked her legs apart, held her wrists down, and slid into her in one long, steady motion, stretching her with his girth.

Truly, her “oh”s were wonderful things.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Are you wet for me right now?”

She bit her lip, squirming a little in her seat. There was a moist heat between her legs, and she knew that it would only build until she did something about it. She often masturbated at work, but knowing that she would see him soon was enough reason to wait.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“How wet? Are your panties soaked yet?”

“They are. I can’t wait to see you.”

He read her text, keeping one eye on the train’s progress, not wanting to miss his stop. An idea occurred to him, and a grin slowly spread across his face as he typed out his response.

“Go to the restroom and take them off. I want you to hand them over to me when I see you next.”

A minute’s silence. The phone beeped again.

“What?”

“Do it.”

They met at a restaurant that specialised in the American diner experience – steaks, sizzlers, cheesy fries, the works. She had already been waiting a while when he finally arrived, and their faces lit up as they spotted each other across the room. She jumped up and nearly knocked him over with her hug, which he enthusiastically returned. They stood there a moment, savouring each other’s nearness, before letting each other go and settling down. 

They snacked on the complimentary bread basket while waiting for their food to arrive. As they got over the initial rush of seeing each other, and settled into the comfortable feeling of being around each other, he put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him contentedly. Eventually, their food arrived and they began to eat, savouring each bite as much as the company they were in.

As the meal wound down, she found his left hand on her thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. The gentle friction was electrifying, adding to the earlier pool of wetness between her legs. With her panties gone, the feeling of arousal was even harder to ignore as she felt the moisture begin to start slipping down her pussy lips towards her ass. She bit her lip and tried not to squirm, hoping that he hadn’t noticed the effect he was having on her.

“Did you do as I told you?”

Her eyes widened imperceptibly as she looked at him, his eyes locking with hers, his gaze deep and intense. She knew exactly what he was talking about, but somehow, talking about it was proving to be very difficult.

She nodded very slightly, her eyes dropping and resting on the nearly empty plate of food before her.

“Good girl. Now hand them over.”

She reached for her purse with shaky hands, withdrawing a neatly folded pair of white panties, and handed them over to him without meeting his eyes. They were perceptibly damp, and the musky, sweet scent of her juices filled the air around them.

“Look at me.”

She looked up, startled, her wide eyes showing a hint of trepidation.

He took her chin in his hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. She swallowed nervously.

“You’ve done well. Does it turn you on to know that you’re sitting here next to me with nothing but a skirt covering your pussy?”

She nodded.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“How do you think these people sitting here would react if they knew?”

Her eyes widened even more, and just as she began to shake her head slowly, he continued “don’t worry, you’re secret’s safe with me. But just imagine, if that guy sitting there – he’s your type, isn’t he – knew that all he had to do to have you is drag you over, unzip his pants, and pull you down onto his cock – how do you think he’d react?”

She cleared her throat. “He’d do it.”

“And you would let him.”

She nodded imperceptibly.

“How wet are you right now?” His warm breath tickled her ear, and it felt like every nerve in her body was straining to feel the things he was doing to her with his words. It was torture, being so close to him, yet unable to reach for the back of his neck with her hand, unable to draw him into the long, hot, wet kiss that she was longing to give him.

She moaned, softly. “So wet. I need you.”

“Go to the restroom. Wait there. Do not touch yourself. At all.”

Somewhat unsteadily, she got up and walked across the room, sashaying slightly in her 3-inch black pumps, the curve of her ass perfectly outlined against her skirt, with no panty lines to mar the smoothness. He could imagine her nipples poking stiff and hard into the fabric of her bra, and toyed with the idea of making her remove it and hand it over as well, but decided against it – she was, after all, returning to work after lunch.

He then proceeded to finish the rest of his food, eating with quick, efficient movements. She was already done with her meal, so he ordered a dessert for each of them before rising and walking over to the restroom.

It was a unisex bathroom, neat and nicely done up, with soft lighting. She was standing in front of the mirror, fussing with her hair, when he entered. She watched in the mirror as he shut the door, locked it, and turned to face her. She continued to watch as he walked towards her, his eyes on hers, right until he grabbed her hand and forcefully spun her around, his lips on hers in an instant, kissing her deep and hard. Her hands reached behind his head, locking at the nape of his neck, and she kissed him back with unbridled intensity, even as he lifted her up at the hips and deposited her on the counter.

“I’m so wet, my skirt is starting to soak it up,” she whispered into his mouth.

“Spread your legs for me. I want to finger you,” he breathed into her ear. She was quick to comply, her knees on either side of his hips and her skirt rucked up about her waist as his lips found hers once again, hungrily kissing her, tasting her mouth. He could feel her breath quicken and begin to heave as his finger found her wet pussy and slid in up to the knuckle in one smooth motion. He curled his finger upwards to hit her G-spot, and knew he had found it as she bucked in his arms, a low moan escaping from lips still trapped between his. He flattened the heel of his palm against her pussy so that it would rub against her clit, and began to steadily finger-fuck her.

She seemed to love this, as she attacked his mouth with a renewed ferocity, sucking on his lips till he thought they would bruise, her right hand buried in his hair, her left sneaking down behind the collar of his shirt to trace his shoulder blade. His other hand, till now resting on her left hip, began to tug at her white dress shirt, pulling it out of the skirt. He slid it under the thin material to caress her breast through her bra. When his hand found her nipple, it stiffened under his thumb, and he took his time to pinch and pull at both nipples to make sure they stayed that way. His mouth left hers to trail kisses and licks down her neck and collarbone, his right hand still with one finger buried deep in her pussy, rhythmically finger-fucking her in tandem with her bucking. He could hear her squelching against his hand, her juices almost a flood, as he bent his head to nip at her breasts. She gasped at each nip, her hands in his hair tightening momentarily before she relaxed.

All of a sudden, she pulled his face up with both hands and looked him straight in the eye.

“Fuck me. Please. I need you in me and I need it now. Don’t make me beg any more.”

At this, his thumb found her clit and began rubbing at it. She threw her head back, eyes closed, struggling not to cry out, her hands abandoning their grip on him and instead supporting her weight as she arched back, at the same time leaning both into and away from his manipulation of her most sensitive flesh.

He said her name, then – softly at first, then slightly louder when she failed to respond. Her eyes flew open as he indicated with his eyes that she should look down at the sight of his finger disappearing into her while her thumb rubbed at her clit.

“Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asked, as she watched, mesmerised, mouth hanging open as she drew short, laboured breaths.

“Oh. Oh yes!” she gasped, her hips still moving in time with his hand, which had by now started slowly grinding into her pussy and clit. “I need your cock. I want it. I need you to fuck me. I need you to take me.” This last sentence was spat out through gritted teeth, and she clearly meant it.

“How do you want it?” he asked. “Tell me.”

She bit her lip again, trying to keep from crying out loud. Her eyes were screwed shut and she clearly had to make an effort to string together words to form a sentence.

“Standing up. Push me up against the wall, pin my wrists down, pull my clothes open and fuck me hard.”

“C’mere.”

He pulled her forward into a steamy embrace, kissing her feverishly, his hand leaving her pussy with an audible squelch. She moaned from the sudden emptiness, but let out a barely-contained squeak as he started to nibble on her earlobe, his tongue tracing wet circles around her ear and making her swoon.

His low whisper filled her mind. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did, her arms wrapping around his neck at the same time. She could feel his hardness rubbing against her pussy through the rough fabric of his jeans and started grinding against him, her skirt still bunched up at her waist, as he lifted her off the counter top and walked over to the wall. Slamming her up against it hard enough to knock the air from her lungs, he buried his head in the crook of her neck, licking, sucking and biting at the spots that he knew would drive her crazy, while she held on for dear life, pinned to the wall, her feet dangling a good six inches off the ground, slowly disentangling from his.

Suddenly, he let go of her and stepped back, and she landed on shaky legs, her arms still resting on his shoulders, as she looked to him to see what he would do next. Her pussy was aching to be filled, her nipples crying out for attention, but she loved the way he was dictating the terms of this encounter. Her arms fell to her sides, her skirt starting to slip back down, her pussy now covered as she shifted her feet and waited for him to tell her what to do, expectation writ large on her face.

“Unbutton your shirt for me, slowly. Take your bra off but leave the shirt on.” His hands were already undoing the fly of his jeans, his eyes following her hands as they tugged at her bra straps, pulling them over and off each arm in turn before they unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt ever so slowly and pulled her white bra out and off through the front of her shirt. His cock was out, hard and ready for her, as she put on a little show for him, tweaking her nipples through the fabric of the shirt so that they stood out stiff and erect against the thin white cloth. She slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt, leaning back against the wall, one knee bent with the heel of her foot resting against the wall and her hips pushed out towards him invitingly. As the last button came undone, he stepped forward, and, one hand reaching behind to grip her ass, drove his cock into her in one long, sure stroke, his other hand over her mouth muffling her cry.