That one glance over the edge of the laptop – that’s how it all began. Months ago, she had sat across from him for the first time in the open-plan office, and yet it felt like she had always known him. Now, on the train to Hamburg, it was back, that tingling in her wet slit that overcame her every time his voice penetrated her thoughts. Lena closed her eyes for a moment and let the memory of their first encounter come to life: how he had entered the room, confident but not arrogant, and how his gaze had brushed over her – a spark that had immediately ignited in her pussy. She imagined him sitting next to her now, his broad shoulders under his shirt, his hands flying skillfully over the keyboard. A shiver of arousal ran down her back, and she felt her nipples harden under her bra.
Approach on Rails
The ICE raced through the twilight, the windows reflecting her tired face. Her name was Lena, thirty, a graphic designer with a penchant for sleepless nights and a constantly wet pussy. He was Jonas, project manager, early forties, with a way of looking at her that took her breath away and made her cunt throb with desire. No touch, just a glance that lasted longer than necessary. “Another coffee?” he asked, and she nodded, even though her heart was already racing caffeine-free and her panties were already soaking with moisture. His voice sounded warm, and as he stood up to go to the bistro car, she watched him secretly. The way he moved, how the fabric of his pants stretched over his thighs – she felt a desire she could barely control. Her fingers involuntarily wandered between her legs, pressing against the damp fabric, while she imagined his hard cock disappearing into her.
The car was almost empty. Just an older couple two rows away and a student with headphones. Perfect for what she didn’t dare to think. They talked about the project, about harmless things, but their knees touched under the table, and Lena felt something loosen inside her. Her pussy got wetter with every tiny touch. She imagined what it would be like if he now placed his hand on her thigh, right on her wet slit. The thought burned like fire in her cunt. She leaned forward to take a sip of coffee, and her shoulder brushed his. The contact was electrifying, making her clitoris pulse. She smelled his aftershave, a mix of cedarwood and citrus, and breathed in deeply, while her palm felt the damp spot on her jeans. “Are you tired?” he asked softly. “A little,” she lied. In truth, she was wide awake, every nerve in her body taut like a string, her pussy ready to be pierced by his cock at any moment.
The Game of Distance
“Do you remember the conference in Cologne?” he asked suddenly. She laughed softly. “You mean when you couldn’t get the projector to work?” “Exactly. And you helped me. Since then …” He left the sentence open, but his eyes continued to speak, while Lena felt her pussy getting even wetter. She reached for her water, took a sip, and when she set the bottle down, his face was close. Much too close for two colleagues. She saw the small wrinkles around his eyes, the slight shadow on his jaw, and imagined how that jaw would tense between her thighs. “Since then, I think of you often,” he finished the sentence, and his breath brushed her cheek, while her pussy twitched with desire. Her heart beat so loudly she was sure he must hear it, just like the soft sound of her wet slit opening with every word.
The train rumbled through a curve, and she slid to the side, her shoulder brushing his. “Sorry,” she murmured, but he said nothing. Instead, he placed his hand on hers, very lightly, as if testing whether she would pull back. She didn’t. Instead, she turned her palm upward, letting his fingers find hers. A silent agreement that needed no words, while her pussy began to flow with excitement. His hand was warm, the skin rough on his fingertips. She imagined how those hands would open her wet slit, how his fingers would penetrate her wet pussy. A slight tremor ran through her, ending directly in her pelvis, where her clitoris began to swell. He noticed it and squeezed her hand gently. “Are you cold?” he asked. “No,” she breathed. “I’m anything but cold. My pussy is burning with desire for your cock.” Something flickered in his gaze – surprise, desire, an agreement that opened her wet slit even deeper.
The Barriers Fall
“We should …” He cleared his throat. “We should maybe get some fresh air.” She knew what that meant. The train had an empty passage between the cars, a place where the doors clattered and no one looked. Perfect for what was burning in her pussy. She stood up, her legs trembling, and the damp spot on her jeans grew darker as she moved. She followed him into the passage, her palms sweaty, her pussy so wet she heard the soft squelch as she rubbed her thighs together. The passage was cool, the windows fogged up. He turned to her, and this time there was no hesitation. His hands found her hips, pulling her to him. His mouth was on hers, hot and demanding, and she opened to him without resistance. His lips were soft but firm, his tongue pressing into her mouth, and she returned the kiss with a fierceness that surprised even herself. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his body against hers, the hard bulge in his pants exactly against her wet slit. His breath was heavy, and she felt his hands wander lower.
His tongue explored her while his hands slid under her sweater. The cold of the window at her back contrasted with the warmth of his body, as his fingers opened her bra. She moaned softly as his hands found her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. “Yes,” she whispered, as he pressed her harder against the glass. “I want your cock inside me,” she moaned, and the words hit him like an electric shock. “Here? Now?” he asked breathlessly, while his fingers unbuttoned her jeans. He let his fingers glide over her panties, which were already soaked through. She was so wet that the fabric felt like silk, and when he touched her, she flinched. His touch was gentle but purposeful, and she felt
Voices from the community
No voices yet — be the first to say what turned you on.
