The vibration in my pocket and the signature calling tune announced the arrival of a text from Lucy: "Train delayed 30 minutes, should arrive by 6.30pm. Please pick me up at the station. Don't be late I need your cock in me NOW."
It was Friday night and the weekdays since we parted on Monday had passed all too slowly. The memories of our carnal explorations and intimacies of the last weekend had been a continuing distraction in my mind. The lingering promise of her parting words had left me drooling at the prospects for this upcoming weekend and I had taken the liberty of making sure that we did not have to leave the condo for anything and could concentrate on the matter at hand - exploring our boundaries and fucking each other's brains out.
I rushed to the car and headed to the station in the vain hope that my early arrival would magically enable Lucy to arrive earlier than the train would allow. I sat in the cell 'phone lot awaiting the "I'm here, come and get me" signal and reflected on the previous weekend hoping that Lucy had not had a change of heart, that the pleasure I believed we had shared was mutual and that we could further test the boundaries of our desires through joint exploration and experimentation. My mind wandered through the timeline of past activities and absently mindedly my hand dropped to my crotch where I began to squeeze my cock in eager anticipation of what I hoped would happen in the next few days.
My fantasy was interrupted by another text from Lucy: "Train has arrived, hurry. NOW means NOW."
Despite the traffic at the station I had no problem finding my dark haired temptress, her beauty shone brightly amidst the grey overtones of the evening and her strong purposeful stride broke into a jog once she saw the car - Aphrodite was back. The flow of her supple legs ate up the intervening ground and in a flash she opened the door, tumbled her bag onto the back seat and threw herself into my embrace. Our lips mashed together in our eagerness and our tongues explored each other with a desire reminiscent of our first kiss. The immediacy of our embrace gave way to a softer, more intimate greeting in which eager eyes stared at each other before darting over each other's face; lust and desire were evident in every glance, each of us seeking acceptance and reciprocity.
In the first moment of silence I whispered "Hello, lover."
"Hello to you too sweety. Now get me out of here and take me somewhere we can be alone."
Before I could act on her command, our intimate display of lust and desire was interrupted by a sharp tap on the window. I turned and saw the face of the transport police glaring directly at me ordering me to move or get a ticket. Of the two instructions I had received it was Lucy's that was the most enticing even though they achieved the same objective.
Although the drive back to the apartment is supposed to be no more than 15 minutes, the time of day, the day of the week and the falling rain slowed traffic to a crawl. An accident on the short section of the Interstate further slowed traffic on both it and the side streets, and no amount of local knowledge took us closer to the condo as fast as we wanted. Lucy was getting increasingly frustrated with our progress, and suddenly chose to take things, quite literally, into her own hands. Despite the proximity of other drivers, passengers and bystanders she reached over, unzipped my fly and plunged her hand deep into my crotch. My protestations were rebuffed and the half-hearted nature in which they were uttered made them pointless anyway. She cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and gently rolled them in her fingers while looking me straight in the eye waiting for any tell-tale reaction, and it wasn't long before she got what she was expecting. My cock immediately started to thicken, straighten and pulse under her gentle touch.
"That's more like the Mike I know and love. Now what else in here needs some tender love and care?"
In response to her own question she shifted her hand to the tip of my now engorged cock even though it remained confined and therefore invisible to any onlookers. Gently she ran her hand up and down my shaft, massaged my balls and paid particular attention to spreading the fluid that was leaking from the end of my cock.
During normal times this attention was enough to drive me crazy, but after a week of abstinence and with a potential audience so close, the intensity was magnified. "Can't you please just wait 5 more minutes," I remonstrated.