This one is a thank you to a certain person for having faith in me, inspiring me and setting me on this crazy path and kicking my arse into putting my thoughts to paper as it were. I'm sure he knows who he is.
I was walking home from another dull night shift. It was a saturday morning so I had a four mile walk to the train station but it was a welcome break in the fresh air. It had become an unspoken routine that you would join me for the walk up the hill to the station. Laughing and joking all the way although recently the light hearted banter had given way to heavy flirting. Steamy text messages were exchanged and things were spiraling into more sexual frustration and tension than I could cope with.
As we made our way up the path I kept giving sidelong glances at you, I could see the way your combat trousers were tenting across your groin, the way your blue eyes glistened in the predawn darkness and the way you kept sneaking looks at me.
I couldn't take it anymore. There was no way I would settle for just a hug and a kiss at the station as we parted ways. We were in a narrow passage with a flight of steps, I stopped and stood in front of you. Blocking your way, I stepped in towards you grabbing your thick beard in one hand while the other wrapped behind your neck. I pulled your face towards mine.
Our lips met, my tongue slipping inside your mouth as the kiss deepened. My heart racing as my stomach flipped and my pussy got even wetter. I groaned as I felt your cock hard against my stomach, I squirmed against you before pulling back. I started to walk away from you leaving you to follow me with your bike.
As we walked we came to small wooded area with a gap in the fence. We normally just kept walking past it but this time I took your hand and led the way inside. I used the torch on my phone to look through the trees to ensure nobody was sleeping rough there. It all appeared as if we were the only ones there. You leaned your bike against a tree then stepped towards me. Pushing my back against a convenient sycamore tree.
We kissed again your lips and tongue thrilling me. Your hands had worked their way under the hem of my work shirt, gripping my waist and squeezing as I struggled to feel more of you pushing against me. I was feeling frantic and knew time was limited so I pushed against your chest, giving myself room to manouver. I dropped to my knees in front of you, knowing my jeans were going to get filthy but I couldn't help myself.