A Fantasy (by Exactly30)

It's Wednesday morning, you're sitting on a mid-morning train in an empty
carriage.  You've put in for a new job a couple of weeks ago, and had a reply
asking you to attend a selection process in the city.  You've arranged the day
off work, but of course not told them where you're going.  The train is swaying
gently as it hums over the tracks, the rhythm of it lulling you off into a mild
daydream.  Your mind drifts over the preparations you've made....

That morning, you've taken extra care with your appearance, agonising over every
detail.  Fresh from the bathroom, you chose underwear very carefully.  You have
some fantastic lingerie, but this IS a business meeting, so you've kept it
fairly simple.  Clean white panties, a white, lace-edged plunge bra, then
stockings and a suspender belt, just for the hell of it.  Next, a plain white
blouse with a conservative neckline.  A red skirt suit cut just above the knee,
with black edging to show off the colour.  Plain black shoes, nothing too high,
just enough of a heel to highlight the shape of your calves.  The longest job
was the make-up, very light and simple again, but very carefully applied.  A
little tasteful jewellery and you were ready to go knock 'em dead.

 The train slows to another station, and you look back from the window.  A guy
 is getting on, and you sit up to get a better look.  He's tall, somewhere
 around 6 foot, with shoulder length brown hair.  He's wearing a tight white
 t-shirt, and you run your eyes down his body.  Now THAT is a great body.  You
 swallow a little nervously, as you realise he has noticed you staring at him.
 Quickly you go back to looking out the window. He has sat directly opposite
 you!  You keep looking determinedly out of the window, but you're listening all
 the time.  He's opened a bag, you hear the long low burr as he pulls a zip
 back.  Rummaging.  Paper shuffling.  He's probably some city type, on a day
 off, trying to look cool.  You look back at him quickly, and he's looking at
 you.  He smiles, it's a warm friendly smile and it compels you to smile back.
 You can't stop looking at him.  It's his eyes!  Liquid pools of hazel brown,
 drawing you in.  It's hypnotic just staring into those eyes, as the train
 gathers speed.  You realise you're getting aroused, you can feel something
 stirring deep inside.  Damn this train, it must be the rhythm of it vibrating
 the seat.  You break away from those eyes, and look quickly of the window
 again. You tell yourself to stop being silly.  He's hardly noticed you.  You
 have a meeting to go to.  He's not your type.  Unconsciously, you cross your
 legs towards him.  You can feel the smoothness of your legs in the stockings
 rub against each other , and the heat at the top of your thighs where the
 stockings end.  It feels good.  Christ, you never realised you were so horny.
 You smile wryly to yourself.  You settle yourself deeper into the seat, and
 concentrate on the feeling that the vibration of the train is giving you.  You
 can feel that warm damp sensation starting between your legs, and it's just
 what you wanted.  You start to imagine sliding your hand down between your legs
 and fondling yourself, it makes you wetter still. His leg is brushing against
 yours as train sways from side to side.  His leg feels so cool, or is it your
 skin is so hot?  Every time you touch, it sparks off an electric sensation in
 you.  You look back at him again, you just 't help it.  Is my face flushed?
 Are my nipples pointing out? He 's still looking at you, but now he has a wide
 smile on his face.   You desperately try to think about something else,
 anything else, but you can't.  This is ridiculous.  You've not even spoken to
 him, but want him to take you right now.  You lick your lips nervously, he
 raises an eyebrow.  At last he speaks.  He leans forward, his face just an inch
 or two from yours; "Miss, I am going to fuck you senseless, and you're going to
 beg me to do it!"  His voice is low, just above a whisper, and sexy as hell.
 It sends a thrill of excitement through you.  You should be  slapping his face.
 You should be running screaming into another carriage.  Why are you still
 sitting here?  Obviously, you want that fucking as much as he does.  You say
 nothing, your mouth is dry,  you just nod quickly.  He leans forward and pulls
 open your jacket.  Now he is totally in control.  His hands are everywhere, on
 your neck, in your hair, holding your face.  You grab hold of him, to pull him
 against you.  You want to feel him pressing against your mound, damn, you want
 to feel ANYTHING pressing against your mound.  His tongue is alive in your
 mouth, and you kiss him back .  Your jacket is off now, and you try to get his
 clothes off.  Instead, he reaches down between you and rips your blouse open!
 He forces it back off your shoulders and bunches it behind your back.  Your
 arms are trapped at the wrist!  You can't get them free.  Try as you will, you
 cannot get your arms out of the sleeves.  Then you realise, this is exactly
 what he wanted. He lowers his head to your body.  He kisses the base of your
 neck, as he kneels between your legs.  His lips and tongue on your skin is
 driving you wild.  One hand slips inside the cup of your bra, and caresses the
 soft skin of your breast.  His fingers pull at your nipple, as his mouth 
trails to your other breast.  He squeezes hard at your nipple, and then takes
the other one into his mouth.  It feels so good!  You're dying for his hands on
your pussy, his mouth, his tongue.  He senses this, and pushes you back onto the
seat.  He pulls your hips forward and slides that skirt right up.  You imagine
how this would look if anyone walked in.  Sprawled back on the chair,
practically topless with your nipples hard between his fingers, skirt rucked up
your waist.  You don't care.  You just need a man, this man, right now.  He
pulls your panties off.  Instantly, his finger slides between your lips and he
teases you for a moment.  He pushes one, two then three fingers inside you, and
it's wonderful.  You can smell your sex in the air.  He takes his fingers from
inside you, and runs them back up to your breasts.  He lowers his head, and then
his tongue is there.  His tongue is so soft, so warm, and it feels so good.  He
runs it and over your clit.  Softly, then harder, then softly again.  He pulls
your nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and then sucks your clit into his
mouth again.  He's sucking your clit, and running his tongue over it at the same
time, and it drives you wild.  You're moaning and thrusting your hips up to meet
his face.  You're so close....  "Don't stop, you bastard, don't fucking
stop...".  You realise you're saying this out loud.  He moans into your pussy,
then pushes a finger right inside you as he licks you harder and faster still.
He's not stopping this time, and you know this is it, you're going to come.  You
squeal as you buck your hips hard into his face, and feel the orgasm burst
inside you. He doesn't stop to take a breath, simply lifts you up and frees your
hands.  You kneel before him, and take down his jeans.  He has no underwear on,
and his cock is stiff in front of you.  You run your hand over it, and get ready
to give him best blowjob he's ever had.  Before you can even start though, he
stops you and stands you up.  "This isn't about me, this is about you" he says.
Then he turns you round, and makes you kneel on the floor, leaning forward
against the seat.  Before you know it, you the head of his cock is brushing
against you.  You love it from behind, it feels so deep and it gets you right
where it feels best.  Your lips part slowly, and you push back. He won't push
into you.  He keeps just at the edge of your pussy, the head of his cock
brushing your lips.  You need him inside you, right now!  Desperately, you try
to force your way back onto his cock, but he stops you every time.  You moan,
but he won't give you what you need.  Finally, you're begging him to fuck you,
to screw you, to take you.  As you say this , he suddenly plunges his prick into
you, filling your pussy and stretching it wide.  Oh God, yes, this is what you
needed.  You rock against him, and he begins to stroke inside you.  Every push
feels so good, every thrust makes you gasp as your pussy is filled with his
cock.  He starts to thrust harder, then he's talking to you.  He's talking
dirty, whispering how good you feel, how soft your pussy is.  He keeps talking
about coming inside your cunt, and the crudeness of his words turns you on even
more.  Now his hands are busy , one reaches round to your nipples, kneading your
breasts, and other snakes down between your legs.  He's fucking you, talking
you, fingering your clit, squeezing your nipples, your body feels as though it's
being attacked from every angle.  Then he starts to come inside you and it's too
much.  You scream into another orgasm as his come floods your pussy.  He grabs
your hips, pulls you hard against his cock, and slides one wet finger into your
ass. Oh Christ, you can't stop coming and coming and coming...

You slowly become aware of your surroundings.  He's no longer inside ...  You
look round, and he's gone!  How long has passed?  You have no idea.  As you
start to straighten your clothes, and head for toilet, you realise you'll never
see him again.  Oh well, you have no regrets; it was just once but it was worth
it.  Looks like you'll have to do a little shopping before the interview though,
as the suit, blouse and stockings are all ruined.  And what became of your
underwear...?

Much later, you have regained some of your composure. You have managed to pick
up the things you needed before the interview, and the prissy secretary sitting
not ten feet from you has no idea that less than two hours ago you were
screaming in ecstasy in a train carriage somewhere.  You can't feel nervous now,
too much has already happened today to make you care whether or not you get this
job.  The door opens to your right, and a tall well-suited man steps out to
greet you.  The first thing you see is those deep brown eyes.......