Private Summer…
I step onto the crowded train alert, tense… “barely room to breathe” I mumble to myself as I take position in an open space and grab the pole. I watch as people exchange dirty looks while pushing and shoving. I reach down and flip my music on… volume at maximum, take a deep breath and close my eyes to the mayhem around me and wait to ride it out to the last stop.
The music fills my spirit as my mind begins to wander… I feel the train stop, start, then stop again… bodies jostling each other this way… that way… amid the muffled murmurs of disgruntled riders. My thoughts drift to you… your beautiful face… the sound of your voice… the feel of your lips against mine…
My breath catches… my nipples harden… and I shift my weight from one foot to the other as thoughts of you settle that heated, slick pressure I’ve grown so familiar with in the apex of my thighs. My heart rate quickens as the song in my ear changes… I listen as guitar strings thrum and drums beat a steady rhythm in tune with the blood rushing through my body.
Your scent envelops me… taking me on an unexpected high… and my body stiffens, eyes snapping open as I feel hands slide down my sides and settle on my hips to tug me backward. I quickly look behind me lips parted… tirade ready… and find myself looking deeply into your smiling eyes.
“I figured I’d meet you” you whisper lightly brushing your lips against mine. I quickly turn the music off, “You scared me” I hiss back at you as you lean your body into mine… wrapping one hand on the pole in front of me, while the other settles low and flush against my tummy…
“I’m sorry… didn’t want you on the train this late alone” you whisper in my ear… and I sigh as you lean into me and kiss the back of my neck. “Hmmm…” is the only answer I can come up with…
I close my eyes, and we ride like that for some time… wedged together on this crowded train… our bodies rocking with the motion… my backside nestled firmly between your slightly parted thighs. I’m soothed by the nearness of you… cocooned in your heat… alert, tense… “Barely room to breathe” I mumble to myself. I feel the train stop, start, then stop again… bodies jostling each other this way… that way… amid the muffled murmurs of disgruntled riders.
I lean back into you and enjoy the burn of your hand where you’re touching me. My breath catches… my hardened nipples tingle… and I shift my weight from one foot to the other as your nearness sends little shocks into me… magnifying that heated, slick pressure I’ve grown so familiar with in the apex of my thighs… you always make me feel this way. My erratic breath booms away inside of me as I realize where we are. You begin to hum a tune, thrumming your fingers against my skin and my heart beats a steady rhythm in tune with yours.
Your scent envelops me… heady… taking me on that familiar high… and my body melts, eyes floating open as I feel your hand slide up and down my thigh then settle on my hip pressing me backward. I look behind me… lips parted… moan ready… and find myself looking deeply into your smiling eyes… “Almost there…”
– Nova