Mr. Oxford Circus

As the doors opened at Oxford Circus, She sensed you before I did. A little jump in my panties made me look up. Many a time She can smell a good cut of meat before I see it.

Her radar was working well this morning.

Midnight blue suit, grey shirt and charcoal grey brogues. Skimming 6 foot 1 you had to bow your head a little to get on the tube. "You'll be bowing even further by the time I finish with you," I thought to myself with a smile and a subtle lick of my lips. Short, groomed hair—just enough to hold at the right time.

You stepped on, letting a lady go in front of you even though it wasn't her turn. Handsome, well dressed and chivalrous! Good start. You didn't see me but I saw you. And all the other lady commuters looking at you. Turned me on even more. I like a man that can make a diverse range of pussy jump. Shows his energy is hot. Yours definitely was.

The doors closed and you were right in front of me, I could smell the Paco Rabane and thought I was going to melt. I licked my tongue over my fire red lipstick and took in a deep breath. I wanted to be enveloped by your scent. I watched you fiddle with your headphones and adjust your personal space.

I appraised your wide back, toned arms, strong hands and long fingers. My mind raced with a slideshow of positions featuring every delicious part of your anatomy.

My lips kissing the width and length of your back as I lay naked on top of you, grinding my pussy into your fine arse, trapping your increasingly hard cock underneath you, not letting you turn over. Teasing and delighting us both.

Then your arms flexing and tensing as you grip my hips and take me from behind.

Your beautiful strong hands squeezing and massaging my ample breasts before you lick my hard, dark nipples and make them stand to attention.

Grinding my pussy down on your long fingers, begging you to slide in one, two, three fingers. Pumping my pussy until I am on the edge of coming.

Patience, Ebony, I thought. He's going to look up soon. I wasn't disappointed. You selected your track and exhaled. Your eyes looked around and locked on mine. I would have turned away but She didn't let me. I wanted you to know how I felt. That she was jumping, getting moist. Shit, I'm going to have to pleasure Her when I get into work or She won't let me rest all day.

As our eyes locked I could feel my chest tighten, my breath quicken. I wondered if someone had turned a heater on somewhere. Set at 90 degrees. The more I looked at you the hotter I felt. It was like an invisible charge of electricity was fizzing and buzzing between us. I could see you appreciated what you were looking at, that the slideshow had started in your mind too. The train jolted and I had to grab onto your arm to steady myself. The joy. The pain. So close but yet so far. And still the temperature continued to rise.

I wanted to pull you close, push my tongue in your mouth and feel yours push back. Smudging my lipstick and messing with my casual-on-way-to-work demeanour. I wanted to whisper in your ear that there was a hotel nearby and a suite with our names on it. Wanted to tell you, "fuck going to work today. Come fuck me instead."

We pulled into the next stop at Green Park. With almost the word "sorry" in your eyes you got off the train.

She and I look forward to seeing you again, Mr. Oxford Circus. Next time I won't let you go so easily.