Subway

Part 2 -

She chuckled and let me go with the flair of a queen dismissing an attendant, as I headed back to the kitchen. I heard her rustling behind me, then the soft padding of bare feet walking across the floor. When I turned from rinsing my face, she was standing in the doorway, holding out a kitchen towel to me. She had taken her dress off, but must have had second thoughts and was covering her naked body with the dress held tight by her other arm.

I took the towel, but kept my eyes on her. After a beat, I exhaled appreciatively, "You have a beautiful body..." then wiped my face. "You don't have to hide it.."

"You first," she countered, as she leaned back against the doorway like when I first entered. This time she was watching, wary, the flush still on her cheeks. But her eyes were very awake and alive with what I hoped was desire. I started to unbutton my shirt.

"So, do we go on to the main course here in the kitchen?... these counters are a bit tall for me..." I offered. This made her laugh softly, a sultry sound.

"Would you like to see.. the rest of my home?" She suggested, signaling with her hand towards the hallway opposite the kitchen. I stepped past her to the little hallway and opened the door on the left. "This is the bedroom," she whispered from just behind me, her hand resting on my shoulder, hot as if the sun were beating on that one spot of my shirt.

I stepped in and looked around admiring the simple decor, gold trim on many things, metal handles on the dresser drawers. I ignored some of the other things I didn't want to think about, clues to other occupants. I turned and finished unbuttoning my shirt. "I think we should test the bed for resistance and support..."

Giggling, she rushed at me and tackled me onto the bed. Now, it was her turn to be on top and pinned me to the bed. Her dress seemed to float down to the floor, while she hovered over me, her skin flushed, breasts swaying over me. I couldn't help but stare at them as they gently swung back and forth just inches away. She mocked me then, lowering her body a little, slapped my face with her boobs. "Were these what you were hoping to see? Well, here they are... what's the matter, can't handle them?" She jeered at me, holding my arms pinned down over my head. She was making her boobs undulate back and forth, too fast for my mouth to get a grip on one.

I bucked my hips to try and unbalance her, to turn her over, but she had strong thighs. I changed tactics. She was mocking me with a grin, grinding her hips against my trapped cock. But, when I winced at a painful jolt, she paused. She's not as mean as she was trying to play it, and gave me the hesitation I needed to slip my wrists up. I didn't get free, yet, but I managed to cause her arms to slip out from under her. She lurched forward, her breasts squashing under my chin. The movement startled her, her eyes wide as she just managed to avoid hitting her head against mine.

I craned my neck and kissed her lips, ending with a slight nip on her lower lip as I let my head rest on the mattress again. I didn't have to get free anymore-- she wanted me, now!

She rolled onto her side, to get at my belt, while I was trying the same. I laughed but she growled and slapped my hands away. She can slap hard, I thought as I decided my hands were better occupied with her buoyant breasts. Her nipples were hard and my mind was glazing over in a cloud of euphoria.

I was jolted awake from that dream state by the electrifying feeling that spasmed through me as her mouth sucked in the head of my cock. Hot then suddenly cool as she sat up again. I growled this time, having her breasts pulled suddenly from my touch.

But it was only a moment- I opened my eyes in time to see her lower herself onto me. My cock's head went from cool island breeze to Savannah Swamp heat, and I think I would have cum right then and there if I hadn't already just 15 minutes ago.

Instead, I groaned and reached out to hold her hips. Not that she needed help or guidance, I just couldn't stand not feeling her skin beneath my fingers. We savored the moment, my hips pushing up a little, hers grinding slightly forwards and back. She moaned softly and muttered, "mmm...just right..."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Goldielocks...?" She looked down on me, a flash of anger in her eyes. She pushed down on my shoulders again, for leverage as she raised her hips excruciatingly slowly. Her eyes were slit, then suddenly opened as understanding broke through her defenses, "Oh! Ha hehe... yes... mmm not too big but not too small.... Just right..." she mewed and then started to stroke me with her walls holding my cock firmly in their rippling grip.

The euphoric cloud came back with a vengeance and I could barely hear or see anything. My eyes refused to stay open as my brain tried to catalogue every sensation. Later, I'd reason through this and figure it was just so long since I'd been inside of someone that I'd forgotten how amazing it felt.

My memory is vague on what happened. Lots of slapping and slurping sounds, grunting, groaning and moaning. All of it ended in a crescendo of primal cries that didn't quite happen in concert, but were close enough not to matter.

She collapsed onto me, her face nestled in the crook of my neck, lips brushing my scruffy cheeks. I held her with one arm around her back, hand firmly resting on her ample bottom. We both breathed deeply, as one does after a good workout. We exhaled satisfaction, inhaling the scent of our love-making. The smell etched the day in my memory.

She stirred as I felt my little self slip out of her and couldn't suppress the giggle that tittered on my lips. "Well, I hope dinner was filling... I think the cook went on break..." I chuckled nervously, hoping she'd laugh, hoping she had liked it as much as I did.

"I'm stuffed..." she said in a flat, deadpanned tone that was such a straight delivery I almost woke up completely out of my stupor with laughter.

"Ah, a funny girl, eh? We could probably do Abbot and Costello routines... I mean, I've got the round dad bod and you definitely have Italian ancestory..." I muttered in a low voice. I don't know why I have to make someone laugh when I'm feeling awkward or vulnerable. I tried to temper the humor by mumbling.

She raised herself up, her cheek in hand, elbow propped against my shoulder. She looked down on me languidly, as her fingers played with the hair on my chest. "So, are you nervous or just like making me laugh?"

"Both?" I grunted, but offered a lopsided grin that belied my answer. "I want so desperately to ask how I did, but don't want to sound desperately in need of approval..." I sigh, smiling stupidly as I gaze in her eyes, "but I figure you're at least pleased with my performance... I don't think you'd bother faking it for my benefit..." But I glance at her tentatively, suddenly not so confident in my assessment.

In response she smiled, the first unguarded smile she'd given me since we started talking. Our breathing was calming down and, I realized, was synchronizing. "You were great... that... this is magical right now and I don't want it to end... do.. you have to go?" Her eyes flit to my fingers which had been idly caressing her fingers perched on my chest.

My ring is on my right hand and not my left, but I knew what she was referring to. "I turned off the phone so that Life360 wouldn't track me to here...and no one is home waiting for me... Do you need me to go..?" It was my turn to insinuate with my eyes-- this room was obviously shared with a man.

She slid down to rest her head on my chest, "No, no one's expected... and I was already kind of alone when they were..." she adds, melancholy in her voice as she turned away and watched our hands rest on each other.

I said nothing, just breathing with her, breathing in the smell of her hair. Several silent breaths later, I muttered, "thanks... I haven't had much to look forward to except the days I'd see you on the train."

She chortled a bit into my chest. Her breath on my skin and hair felt so good, I would have been fine just doing this for the rest of the night. "Yeah... you became my train buddy... I wondered when you'd get the nerve to talk to me..."

My turn to chuckle, "Are you kidding? With that, 'Don't fuck with me!' face you always have on? With shades half the time and ear buds? Last thing I wanted was to get slapped with a Sexual Harassment ticket..."

This made her giggle, but she pinched my nipple hard, making me yelp. I bucked and tried to squirm out from under her, thinking she was maybe bipolar and was switching to a sadistic mood. But she shushed me and asked me to stay. So I did.

It was our stomachs that finally broke this cloying state of bliss we were in. My stomach growled first, which made her push up to look at me in mock horror. But then her own stomach responded, with a louder complaint that set us both laughing raucously.

"I'm a pretty good cook," I offered. She looked at me dubiously, but shook her head.

"No, I'll order Chinese... Fortune is right down the road and consistently good. I don't think I can wait for you to forage through my kitchen and design a menu and then cook. I'd start chewing on your ears, and not in a good way..." she laughed that laugh again, that sent my inner coward wondering if she was secretly a cannibal.

I laughed anyway, and she got up to get to her phone to order. I went to wash up, wondering if I should pull up my pants or not. I decided to step out of them instead. She joined me in the bathroom and put her arms around me from behind, examining my face in the mirror. I could feel her trimmed bush against my butt and her nipples pressed against my back. I really wished I was hard again.

She kissed my neck and did that mind reading trick again. "We can work on dessert after dinner gets here... I find Chinese food to be invigorating..."

I had no snappy answer for that one, and simply cleared my throat and smiled. I took her hands in mine and held her pressed against my back. She was a little taller than me, but neither of us seemed to mind. I pushed down an old high school memory that threatened to unsettle my confidence. Being short isn't always pleasant.

After a few moments, I let her go and she went back into her room. She pulled on a long Tshirt and winked at me. "When you're done, put on your pants so you can get the food from the door- it's almost here."

I nodded then closed the door, not quite comfortable peeing in front of this stranger. The gesture made me laugh as I relieved myself. Then I finished washing up and went out to slip my pants back on-- she said nothing about putting my underwear on, so I assumed she wanted me going commando.

She was in the kitchen, her hair up in a pony tail, preparing the table, placing plates and cups. She was dancing and humming as she went, radiating a sunny happiness I hadn't seen in any of my encounters with her on the train. I stood and watched, enchanted and silent. I couldn't help but smile, enjoying the beauty of her happiness.

My reverie was interrupted by the sudden buzz of the door bell. She looked with a grin, "its here!" I snapped a salute then left-faced out the apartment door to the entrance below. I skipped down the steps in a rush, realizing belatedly that I was barefoot. I went quickly down on the balls of my feet, shirtless in my jeans and opened the door to Mohammed the doordash delivery guy. I thanked him, smiling broadly then closed the door and quickly sprang up the steps, taking them two at a time. My feet made a slapping sound as I made my way up to the door.

The door opened almost as soon as I reached her welcome mat. She grabbed my arm and pulled me in, "I'm starving!" She was grinning, eyes blazing excitedly and I now wasn't sure if she meant the Chinese or me.

As we ate dinner, we started opening up more about ourselves. Weird order in which to do things, which only hi-lighted the dysfunction in our lives. I was the first to tell her my true name and she blazed in righteous anger. Then she giggled, confessing her own real name.

"But..I want you to keep calling me Sandy..." she said. "It just makes it easier for me and I like the way you say it." This last she said almost as a whisper, placing her fingers tentatively on mine.

I didn't remember using her name, but I must have at some point. Then again, I grinned into the next bite, I didn't remember much. I caressed the fingers of the hand she placed on mine, "Well, Sandy, I'll be your Jason then...I guess it'll keep it simple for both of us..."

She smiled at that, a warm smile I hadn't seen yet. When I told her she had many smiles and a beautifully expressive face, she blushed, went still and her eyes watered. She took a moment to settle herself, simply whispering a thank you.

We finished up dinner in silence, though she never let go of my hand. I waited, letting her work through her thoughts. Finally, she looked up and gave me a quiet smile. "My husband teases me and says I've got a terrible poker face... or makes snide remarks about how I twist my face around instead of just saying what I want to say....He's never called me beautiful again after we married."

I squeezed her hand gently, reassuringly. Then I got up, walked around the table and put my arms around her. She slowly relaxed into the embrace. She didn't sob, but I could feel her crying. I helped her up, not letting her go and we returned to the couch. We spent the next hour just talking, dumping our complaints to each other, listening to each other's heartaches.

I'm not sure at what point we started making out again, this time with patience, savoring each kiss. Our hands weren't idle, exploring each other with caresses, even as our mouths did. Kissing really turns me on. She giggled into my mouth when her hand found my crotch.

"Mmm, and I thought dessert was these kisses..." she said in a low, almost gravely purr.

"It's second breakfast, actually.." I quipped as I pushed her down onto the couch and pulled off her shirt. Despite being already hard and ready, I wanted to make sure she had a head start. I kissed her lips then slowly kissed my way down her naked body. I took my time at her breasts, really enjoying how soft but firm and still kind of perky.

I must have taken longer than she wanted because she started rubbing her crotch on me, a soft growl in her throat as she said, "Stop stalling and fuck me already..." She was trying to use her feet to push my jeans off with her feet.

I wasn't used to a partner that was so eager and it made me even more excited. I ditched my plan to go down on her again-- I really wanted to sink my dick in her and feel the smooth folds embrace me again.

I fumbled at the button and quickly unzipped my pants. Her feet were "helping" and caused me to scrape my scrotum with the teeth of the zipper as we pushed my jeans off. I winced but ignored the pain as she grabbed my cock and pulled me in. I really wasn't prepared for someone like her.

My brain started to worry as my body took over- would I last? The last thing I wanted to do was cum explosively only moments from entry. And it was a challenge, she felt soo good.

As soon as I plunged inside of her she whimpered, moaned and purred all at the same time. Didn't know that was possible, but I was using conundrums such as these to keep my brain preoccupied with other things than how luscious the warm flesh pressing around my cock feels.

I moved my hips around, in beat to the old Captain Kirk battle theme, mixing long strokes with short bursts and lateral movements that explored her erogenous zones. I was surprised at how much slower the build up was this time for me.

I was better able to enjoy the sensations and the sounds this time. My hands gripped her hips, then raised her thighs so I was now leaning on her legs. She hooked her feet behind my head and pushed back so I was easily able to move in different ways, not just forwards and back.

But she urgently started to coo and whimper, demanding more and harder. I had to wrap my arms around her legs to hilt my cock in her faster and faster until she finally let out a wailing cry. It reminded me of a street cat, but I was too focused on pounding into her.

Something primal was driving me, possibly a desperate push to feel young and vigorous again. Having a lover that was both responsive and demanding made me feel like a newly wed, but now I had experience to draw on. As she bucked her hips I squeezed my arms holding her thighs and drew her up a few inches off the couch while I pushed myself towards an orgasm. My body was getting tired and I wanted to finish strong.

As she whimpered and mewed, shuttering, I responded with a roar. This orgasm was intense and focused. I was a conquering hero and gave a triumphant shout as my balls squeezed everything they had left. They were starting to ache, by the time my spasminf hips subsided and I focused on her again. I felt a little guilty for kind of forgetting about her for a moment.

She looked up at me, eyes wide, but not with fear. "Whoa! What was that...? That was intense... mmmm you are soo good to me..." she didn't wait for a response but raised her arms to me, reaching for me to embrace her.

I slipped between her thighs, sliding my arms beneath her back and pulled her up to me. Cradling each other on the couch we kissed each other lightly. We were a mess. "Want to shower together before I leave..." I asked.

She shook her head lightly. "No.. I.. I need time to think about things." She gave me a lopsided grin, kissed my cheek and added, "But, I do want you to know this is the first time I've had this much fun, followed by good kinds of questions.... I've always ended up with doubts gnawing at me....thanks."

I smiled and kissed her forehead. I wished I felt the same. I could already feel the guilt intruding on me, pressing in me like a knife in my gut. I didn't tell her this was the first time I'd given myself completely over to anyone since I'd been married...

"Sandy, if it makes you feel better, your only the second person I've poured myself into this way," I confessed as i cradled her against my chest as we settled into the couch. My hand stroked her hair gently.

"Would you come back...?" The implied clause didn't escape me. She was letting me know she might not invite me back... but she might.

I decided to be honest, "I don't know... but I'd really really like to." I hugged her close, she laid her head on my chest and we just sat there some more. Finally, I knew it was time to go. "I guess I better head home... see you on the train tomorrow?"