Occasionally Louise took a train to get to work in the city.
Usually she got a lift with her best friend and confidante Krissy, but on the occasions her friend felt in an off mood and spent the day, not behind the counter serving people at the food court but instead trying on clothes at her favourite stores, she would be forced to join the unfamiliar and sometimes quirky people on the subway.
Krissy was not so much a keen shopper as a keen window shopper and not for practical attire but for clothes which lewdly displayed her deliciously youthful, yet curvy body. She delighted in selecting the most sexy outfits just to try on in the change cubicles, taking videos and pics of herself to later post on social media for the benefit of her mysterious audience, hungry for the latest glimpse of an attractive young woman demonstrating her very feminine attributes. She didn't care what they made of her lewdness so long as they jerked off. It empowered her, making her feel like sex goddess or a movie star, displaying herself in a way which caused men to want her. To want to fuck her.
Louise had grown up with Krissy, friends since year 3 at school, but they were very different now at 19, their hormones carrying them in different directions when it came to the newly important, related subjects of men and romance. Krissy needed the attention of men the way a flower demands that of the sun, while Louise was a romantic at heart, a little withdrawn and shy, hoping to meet Mr. Right at just the right time, before she lost her good looks and became known by her friends and family as a spinster, the one who never married and perhaps never knew love or even the touch of a man.
She certainly did possess good looks, verging on glamorous, the allure of her feminine charms all too obvious even under her usually demure, slightly childish clothing.
It wasn't as if she had no sex drive or didn't understand or appreciate the lure of sex. She was on occasion taken by the need to satisfy her craving for orgasm, but knew how to stimulate herself to appease the lust goddess that resided within her. It reminded her she was now a woman not a girl and that her body invited the personal services of a man.
And she knew what a man's body looked like, having been tempted to view the haphazard, confused collection of images which pass as porn on the internet. The sensual activities a man and woman could indulge in surprising and exciting her in ways which left her in no doubt she needed to find a man soon.
Someone sensitive, who could woo her, romance her, at the same time physically endowed with a whole lump of impressive manhood which would physically test and satisfy her for the rest of her life. A penis to adore, a cock to fall in love with and allow it to take her body any way it wished, whenever it wanted. A cock which would control her, use her but above all, treat her the way her body desperately needed.
A brief message arrived on her phone while having her morning coffee alerted her that Krissy would not be at work today and so a train trip beckoned Louise.
The platform was dirty, full of commuters, mostly middle aged men carrying suitcases, while the few women carried fashionable handbags of some description.
Except her.
She felt naked without her bag. She must have absent mindedly left it on the coffee table when she left the flat in a dopey haze after sleeping poorly the night before.
She had lain restlessly in bed for hours, tossing and turning, her brain under the control of another part of her body which tugged at her incessantly, needfully. Her hands and fingers tried to locate and satisfy this other Louise but last night she was unsuccessful, merely frustrated. She recognized her body desired the attention of someone else, the hand of someone other than her own, or an organ which would entertain and stimulate that part of her body which had lain dormant, ignored and till now unknown to her. She needed cock.
Her mind had fantasized about them recently and she had seen many, many pictures of them the night before on the internet. Thick ones. Long ones. Huge ones. Curved ones. Rigid, amazing, beautiful, invasive male monsters!
She needed to feel a cock inside her. She needed a boyfriend. She desired a man.
Her train arrived with a rush of hot air on the subway and came to a halt with a screech of brakes before the doors opened, releasing a small sea of anonymous, distracted passengers and her new group then pushed their way on board, finding places for themselves and returning to their phones to catch up on the latest, whether it be politics, sport, finance, email or an actual call.
Each person distinct from the rest. In their own space, the way a tree occupies a place in a forest.
She found herself surrounded by several men, all dressed in suits, a black suitcase on the floor between their feet.
Except for one. He was dressed casually, almost too casually, his jeans sporting unfashionably fashionable rips in the denim, his shirt unbuttoned displaying his hirsute chest, embellished with a gold chain. His face was handsome, a 3 or 4 day growth of stubble suggesting either a vagrant but more likely a follower of modern fashion! She studied his eyes, grey, full of power and purpose.
Suddenly he glanced at her and offered her a smile, communicating warmth if not actual desire.
She automatically returned a weak smile before looking away selfconciously, concerned he may take her interest as a sign of flirtation, something she was a novice at, feeling out of her depth, unsure of the values of these visual signals when it came to familiarity, of lust.
She stood on his left, facing his side and she studied his pants further, large rips in the usual high stress areas like the knees but also on his upper thighs close to a large bulge in his crotch. Her heart raced and she looked away aimlessly into the unremarkable crowd, using the time to absorb and contemplate the exciting visual image burnt into her brain! That bulge! She imagined his cock naked! How big was it? It seemed deliciously large!
She dropped her gaze once more to his groin, unable to resist further analysis.
The huge bulge strained the denim and continued down his left leg dangerously close to a large rip, the hole open invitingly!
She eyed that bulge hungrily. The denim did its best to conceal the details of the erotic form, but she couldn't help but notice the unmistakable head, hard and swollen! That was what she needed last night! A cock. A big cock. Perhaps this cock!
She looked up at him again and was embarrassed to see him looking into her eyes, now full of charm as well as confidence and desire!
