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Arriving by train at Charing Cross station just after 8:45pm, making my way down towards the tube and the Northern line. I went to the newspaper kiosk in the underground shopping area, just in time to see it being closed by the assistant. It was quiet and so I didn't have any obstacles to slow me down, as I walked quickly towards the smallish outlet, my skirts flying, and my shoes clattering on the shiny polished floor. I rushed to reach it before it was locked up for the evening.

I called out to him as I drew near.

"Excuse me, can you wait for a moment please?"

I'd actually noticed him on the way through the station earlier that day, on my way to meet my friends. He was rather dishy, and he'd smiled at me with a bit of a twinkle in his eye. It wasn't the man who usually kept my magazine for me, he was off that night. It was a complete stranger who was standing in for him.

I didn't think he'd heard me and as he went inside after closing the shutters, I tapped him on his shoulder. He turned towards me, he had an amazing smile, and I felt my knees go weak as I saw how good looking he was. Stylishly dressed in slim fit navy chinos and a plain short sleeved shirt. Blonde medium cut hair, clean fresh fair skin, with large warm amber eyes, and a good slim body. He was in his mid to late 20's, but calm and self confident, which appealed to my submissive side.

Looking me up and down, amused as he took in the flushed face, and my fluttering skirt. I had been visiting some friends and I was dressed simply. Wearing black round toed, strap and bar 2" Cuban heels, barely black hold-up stockings with heavy lace tops, a black nylon slip, old but comfortable, a soft black bra, and an old pair of black cotton full brief knickers that had been washed so often, the dye had faded to a patchy appearance. A dark grey blouse, and a box pleated, light grey, serge, knee length skirt. Topped off by a light wind proof black jacket. With my large leather handbag, an ideal outfit for travelling.

It had been an enjoyable afternoon, and my friends and I had drunk wine, talking endlessly as we exchanged gossip between us, discussing the latest fashions, what we had been up to, and of course, boys, girls, and relationships. Inevitably the chatter moved to talking about sex, as girls usually end up doing. I had been turned on a bit by the conversations and listening to some of their experiences, some of which made us all go quiet in the thoughts that were provoked, to the extent that I felt that aching hunger in my groin. So, I was sufficiently stirred by the timbre of his voice to find that my interest piqued when he replied.

"Yes miss, can I help you?"

There was an immediate and electrifying connection between us, we both saw desire in the others face, and we both understood the inevitability of what would happen between us, if we spent any length of time together.

"I wanted to pick up my magazine, Jimmy normally stays open until I get here, he keeps it at the back for me."

"I'm just standing in for him today, unfortunately I've cashed up and I'm closing now."

"Oh, come on, please, it's in the back there, it will have my name on it."

"Do you pay in advance?"

"Yes, 6 months at a time."

"Which magazine is it?"

"Cosmopolitan."

"Mmmm, a girl with intriguing, sophisticated tastes."

"If it pleases you to think that."

He gave me a quizzical look and laughed softly as he answered.

"Alright, come on in and I'll see if I can spot it."

The interior wasn't very roomy and with the shutters down, the lights down low, it seemed even smaller and intimate. I could see that he'd brought in the paper racks and stacked them towards the end of the kiosk. A small counter in the front, sealed off from the outside by the shutters, mirrored the sloping display shelf at the back, covered by a multitude of magazines and periodicals.

The door had slammed closed behind me and had locked just like a front door caught by the wind. I didn't try to turn the knob to open it, and he didn't seem bothered. I moved towards the back shelves, and in the confined space we bumped into each other, I thrilled at the feel of his firm body against mine, and he went quiet as he felt my firm, fit and very feminine physique.

I pressed myself against him, pushing my bum into his front. Excited to find he had a strong erection, I began to melt towards him, the attraction between us growing stronger and stronger. The close environment increased our desire, and we stood together for a while, just enjoying the closeness of each other's presence. His manly musky smell, mingled with my lighter, slightly sweet fruity feminine fragrance, which had been enhanced by the wine. I could hear his breathing, soft, measured as he bent his face near to mine, the soft warmth of his skin, and the gentle flow of his breath against my lips as he leant closer and closer.

I looked up into his eyes, as I spoke softly.

"I think it's normally in the back corner...... ooooh, mmm, wait a second, mmmmm."

I didn't get much further, because he took my chin, tilted my head back and gave me an absolutely sizzling kiss. His tongue invading my surprised but eager mouth, his lips soft and sweet, covering mine, and his tongue tip tangling with my own as we hungrily swirled them around inside my cheeks.

Drawing back to gauge my reaction, he held my shoulder as he stroked my cheek from eyebrows to chin with the back of his fingers. Then reaching back, he snapped the button on the lock down, making the door secure. Leaving me with that squirming, twisting feeling in my crotch, a slight sense of fear, but which was overruled by the desire for him that arose in me.

Turning my body, he pushed me gently against the sloping shelf where the magazines were displayed at the back of the kiosk. Leaning against me, and moving his hips from side to side, as he burrowed himself in between my legs. My mouth was dry, and my heart was beating very quickly, almost as if it was trying to burst out from between my breasts.

I felt anew the strong ache in my lower tummy, with the addition of a tingling flutter in my groin, as my vaginal lips started to fill with blood during my quick but very obvious arousal. The excitement and surprise at our sudden and frantic appetite for each others body, our desperate need for sexual gratification to quench each others carnal lust, made us throw caution to the winds.

Not wasting any time, his hands explored my body, squeezing my shoulders and working his way down to my waist, he took my wind cheater off, pulling it slowly from my shoulders, before reaching back to my collar and unbuttoning my blouse. Opening the front wide he reached behind me, and unhooked my bra, before tugging my now loose cups up towards my throat.

Being eager, I dropped my handbag to the floor, pulling my skirt and slip to my waist, rolling and tucking the hems under the waistband. He bent, and cupping my breasts, kissed and licked me, his tongue probing the aureole around my painfully erect nipples, massaging the firm heavy flesh, while I ran my fingers through his hair and frantically pulled his face into my bosoms.

His hands crept down to my lower belly, and in between my legs, closing his palm over my pubis, and the juicy plump pad of fatty tissue there, his fingers exploring the tightly stretched, yet soft panel of cotton cloth between my upper thighs, gently stroking me through the material.

Skilfully he hooked his fingers over the elastic waist of my knickers and pulled the shabby things down around my ankles allowing me to pull one foot out, before lifting my bottom up onto the shelf behind me. He was strong and sure, lifting me with a smooth ease that made light of my 110lbs weight. My bare skin stuck to the plastic covers of the magazines. As I lifted my knees I reached down to my left foot, twisting my panties over into a figure of eight and hooked the other leg hole around my ankle so that I wouldn't lose them in the darkness of the floor.

Catching my calf just under the back of my knee in his hand he pushed it up, and I rested my other foot on his upper thigh, my bottom hanging over the shelf, clear of the surface. Dropping his head, his lips caressed my smooth hairless pubic pad Tongue flicking down to my clitoral hood, catching the hard pink bean that was my clitoris, which had extended with my arousal until it was impressively visible, like a hard pale pink waxy bean. His touch like a warm soft velvety cloth, causing me to gush my lubricant from the small glands on either side of my vaginal opening. I was excited by his oral skills, and gratified that he took time to apply them, I knew I tasted nice, others had enjoyed my flavour, so I wasn't bothered about him experiencing any bitter or tangy aftertaste.

He fumbled desperately with the front of his close-fitting chinos and undid them, pulling them down to his knees, together with his underpants. He was quick and powerful, entering me suddenly and fast. I flinched as he broke through my resistance, his stiff cock was thick and slightly longer than I was used to. He had underestimated how tight I was and I could feel his surprise as he entered me. However, he didn't hesitate and began a strong ruthless pounding, which made the shelf rattle and bang, as I panted and blew sharp breaths through my clenched teeth.

Outside was quiet, and late evening passengers passed by, intent on catching their trains. Hearing the rush of bodies, the murmur of voices, and the distant sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the vaulted hall. I wondered if we could be heard in our throes of passion. If we were, they probably thought it was somebody inside cleaning up before closing. Secretly I hoped that there might be a chink in the shutters, and perhaps somebody was outside watching us. He was a fantastic lover, firm positive, and imbued with the vigour of youth, he pounded my eagerly receptive and compliant vagina, I leaned back on my elbows and took him inside me, as deep as I could get him.

He had a narrow band of pubic hair, running up from his groin to his navel, and I could feel it rubbing against the soft sensitive skin of my stomach, knowing it would leave my skin slightly reddened. Beads of perspiration dripped from his body, onto mine, feeling warm, and smelling divine against our clean skins. It was so good that I didn't want him to stop, and I began to experience multi coloured halos in my peripheral vision, the sparks and colours were vivid. The feeling of tension rose from the toes and my feet to my breasts, coming over me in sharp hot waves, almost electrical in their physicality. My head fell back between my shoulders as he ground into me, mercilessly, his energy powerful, he went at me like a steam engine, lifting me to a height of ecstasy that I'd rarely experienced.

My whole body became one large erogenous zone, every touch was sensual heaven. Even my nylon stockings, rubbing against the skin of my inner thighs as he moved them up and down with his body moments, the heavy lace welts giving extra stimulation in that small area between the tops of thighs and my vulva, it was incredible.

Wondering how long he could keep up the pace, it had been 8 or 9 minutes already, and I was anxious for more. However, thankfully there were no signs of him reaching his climax, whilst I on the other hand was beginning to slip into a state of almost disassociation. Although I have a lot of experience for my young age, I've almost never had sex so exciting or as good as he was giving me.

Knowing that I wasn't going to orgasm, but that I would feel satisfied I began rocking my hips to help him, I thought he was close, as his eyes, fixed on mine were beginning to take on a glazed expression. Pushing the heel of my shoe hard into his thigh, I could feel his body tensing against mine, his strokes becoming longer, and deeper, his smile was fixed and almost strained as he struggled to hold himself back.

After almost 12 minutes of vigorous intercourse, his body stiffened, I felt him shudder and his penis swell, his pelvic movements changed to very short thrusts. With a long deep groan, he ejaculated inside me, at almost the same time as I squirted from the intensity of my excitement, soaking his crotch and frontal thighs. There was a wet splattering sound as our combined fluids ran in a stream out of my vagina, gushing down through the body crease of my bum, and spilling onto the bare wooden floor.

Eyes closed, his hips making micro movements as he pumped his semen into my receptive vaginal canal, I took all he could give me, drawing him until he was completely empty, or so I thought, until he finally came to a stop. We stayed close together, his penis deep inside my soft darkness, until he slowly withdrew, causing another flood of our joint liquid to splash onto the floor. The rich sperm laden semen, thick and slippery hung down in stringy skeins from my bottom. Taking his penis in his hand he wiped his helmet around in the wetness, removing the residue from my vulva, and stopping the flow.

His experience showed, as he soothed me with caresses, and kisses, keeping me up and tender for his touch. Surprised at how quickly he regained his potency, and within a few minutes he was stiff and ready again, even though I thought I'd exhausted and drained him. Smiling he whispered to me.

"Nice?"

"Oh, yes, it was very nice, thank you."

"Turn over and kneel on the shelf."

"Are you sure you can manage me again."

"Don't worry, I'm good at this, and I can go all night if you like."

He picked up a draught excluder roll from under the counter, and placed it on the lip of the shelf, I turned over, kneeling on it as he supported my hips. Crouching, I pushed my hips back at him, widening my knees, and laying forwards onto my breasts, raising my arms, while turning my head to one side, resting it on my crossed hands and waited expectantly, feeling his presence behind me.

"Lower your bum a bit more, make yourself nice and comfortable."

"Shhhh, someone will hear you!"

"Who cares? It's a bit late to worry about that now."

The sensation as his cock brushed against the upper inner parts of my thighs, it felt far too big, even though it wasn't. The rounded swell of the small muscles on either side of my pussy, sensitive to his touch were ticklish in a pleasant way, and I felt myself widening as he pushed his helmet against my inner vaginal lips. They opened, curling outwards to receive his thrust. His penis ran between them, and missed my entrance, the tip catching my clitoris as it passed beneath me. Trying again, this time successfully, he moved slowly into my warm wetness. He still found me a bit tight, but pressing in determinedly, the whole shaft sinking into me and his belly pressing hard up against my firm buttocks. Recoiling slightly as he filled me, entering more deeply from behind, I inhaled audibly feeling some pain as my entrance was stretched.

Steadying himself on his feet, he began a deliciously slow rhythmic hip movement, making quiet utterances as he went in and out, using almost the entire length of his penis. I couldn't believe he was so well recovered from our previous exertions. Hooking my toes around the back of his thighs, just under the cheeks of his behind I pulled in tightly. Very conscious that the buckles of my shoes were digging into his flesh, I applied them mercilessly, their sharpness causing him quite some discomfort, and spurring both he and I to greater heights of the sensations we were jointly undergoing.

I could feel his helmet passing under my pubic bone, hitting the spongy, ridged and highly tender patch of tissue, my g-spot, almost perfectly, exquisite each time he made contact with it. I was overcome by the persistent tapping with each of his slow, firm thrusts. Digging my shoe buckles in even harder, he began to increase his rate, making the sloping counter bang and rattle under my knees. I winced in a little discomfort as I felt him piercing me deeper and deeper, and felt my innards churning, and tensing under his penile onslaught.

Sensing he was near to the end, I pushed my bum up and back into his belly, feeling the roughness of his pubic hair against my skin. He rammed into me, hard and fast, with so much power that he lifted my knees off the sloping counter, the paper covers of the magazines under me rustling and tearing with the movement of my shins across their serried layers. The draught excluder protecting my knees, dropped to the floor with a dull thud. I was dribbling fluid down past the edge of the shelf, and it was pooling on the wooden floor, melding with our previous discharges.

Grunting loudly, he tensed behind me pushing in as deeply as he could, his fingers gripping my hips and pulling me back, forcing my round bottom firmly against his pubis. His penis stiffened and swelled, he groaned loudly with a gutteral tone. Jerking violently as he strained hard to ejaculate, having spent most of his semen during our first coupling, he sounded as though he was somewhere between, pain and exquisitely sharp pleasure. His penis jerked inside me, and I felt the hot flush of his ejaculate pouring down his shaft and out of me, over his sac, adding to the long viscous strings, heavy and slippery a blend of our essences, slowly oozing down to the floor.

Slowly, carefully withdrawing from me, the sensation for me as his swollen helmet and flared rim, pulled through those most tender few inches just inside my vaginal entrance was almost unbearable. A searing tingle, that went to the roots of my hair, and jolted my nipples like a sharp series of electric shocks, The feeling so strong, that I jetted liquid from my urethra and skene's, squirting in a long powerful stream, soaking the front of his trouser legs again. The thin clear fluids ran in a trickle down the back of my legs, over the back of my knees to my ankles. I was so overcome that I almost fainted, slumping forwards, only saved from falling by his strong manly arms around my waist.

Releasing the grip of my toes on his legs, pulling my shoes away from his thighs, I looked back at him, seeing that I'd drawn blood with the sharp edge of the buckles, strangely feeling an element of satisfaction that I'd cut him, making him bleed. Standing back from me, he struggled to regain his breath, leaning himself against the shelf under the shutter. Towards the end of our furious copulating, I'd noticed through the haze of pleasure, the sound of several people's footsteps before they came to a halt outside the kiosk, there was a low puzzled murmuring, a few seconds of silence followed by the footsteps continuing on their way.

My legs having regained some strength, I stood and then bent down to pick up my handbag. Taking some tissues out, I wiped myself clean, finishing off with a scented wet wipe. Handing him some clean squares, I watched as he mopped himself, scrubbing the mixed fluid residue from his front. Handing him a wet wipe to freshen himself, I busied myself, rearranging my clothing. I unwound my knickers from my left ankle, placing my other foot back into the leg, and slowly pulled them back up until they were seated properly over my bottom. I put my fingers in between my thighs, and straightened the gusset of the panties, making sure they were comfortable.

Repositioning my bra, placing my breasts into the webbing cradle, hissing slightly through my teeth, as the sensitivity of my nipples were agitated by the movement of the webbing when I guided them over the padded under band, settling them both, snugly, in the cups. Untucking my skirt and slip from my waistband, I shook them down and ran my fingers around the waist of the skirt, undid the side zip, and tucked my blouse in, before re fastening the zip, and buttoning up the waistband.

Taking my wind cheater, I pulled it on, fastening the front, as he finished pulling his trousers and pants back up, making himself presentable. His shirt stuck to his body, the cotton clinging to his chest and ribs as his perspiration formed in a light sheen across his skin, he looked tired, and I suppose it wasn't a surprise given how much effort he'd expended. He sprayed air freshener around, and tidied up the magazines, placing the soiled ones underneath their respective piles. I looked at the stain on the wooden floorboards.