Authors note: This is a sequel to THE GREY AND THE COLOUR published on May 21st 2021. Although a complete short story in its own right, I felt a desire to explore the development of their relationship and so Part 2 continues on the journey of the young train travellers. I recommend reading the first part to familiarize ones self with the main characters in the story and how they met.
Enjoy!
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Her breasts bounced wildly, erotically, her loose shirt not providing much in the way of concealment from the tired eyes of the grey sea of people, as she raced thorough them towards the station exit!
She didn't care! She had met her man! Not just met him, but kissed him! And touched him!
Touched him in a very exciting manner too, now having a taste of his potential! And that potential was impressive she mused, her bottom testifying not just to the size of his cock, but, due to its apparent lack of constraint inside his trousers, the likelihood of either a complete lack of underwear, just the thought of which made her heart race, or at the very least, sexy boxer shorts!
In her minds eye they were black satin and she anticipated the moment when she had the chance to pull them slowly down his hips to expose that delicious dick of his!
She rebuttoned her shirt, so her tits were decently covered, just.
It was now 8.55am and she made her way across the pedestrian crossing, when the green man granted her his permission, towards the cafe.
She hadn't realised her breast was naked when she met him.
She was in such a determined mood to move through the grey sea of passengers in the carriage, to finally stand in front of 'him' that she was unaware a button had popped open.
She didn't mind!
There was much more of her body she wished him to see, much more of her body she wanted him to explore and she looked forward to those opportunities with sensual glee!
The cafe belonged to her uncle, her late fathers brother.
He started the business 7 years ago, after running a similar cafe from a shop four miles away in the suburbs. It was in a busy shopping strip and business boomed, the quality of his coffee and delicious pastries, cakes and lunches and friendly service translating into sizable profits which enabled him to relocate to the city centre.
She stepped inside at 8.59 and greeted Felice, her uncle, giving him a peck on his cheek. He smiled warmly at her. To him, she was like a daughter. His brothers premature death providing him with the opportunity to take her under his wing.
Family ties are strong. Blood is thick.
The family knew she needed guidance, for she was a force of nature, a 'tour de force' some might say on account of her almost overwhelming stubbornness and resolve.
Perhaps she got that from her father?
From her mother, she clearly got her looks, for she was indeed a gorgeous young woman.
Her mother, at her age, could have had any man she desired. And she did indeed have many. But she also possessed a wonderful charm and composure that age had not taken from her, still today, delightful company socially to anyone lucky enough to know her.
Old Father Time had however taken its toll of her youth, but, now aged 54, was still a very attractive woman and capable of attracting a passing mans attention. Still arousing even a young mans 'interest' for beauty is inherent and something that time cannot erase.
Sensuality and sex are familiar bedfellows and bed is indeed a very suitable place to appreciate both!
She was all too familiar with the sexual antics practised in the bedroom, her skills being honed with each man she chose. Men she considered eligible, qualified. Men she considered gifted, in possession of the tool necessary in pleasuring a womans' body and provide the 'key' to unlocking the sexual energy stored within her.
But that energy, though considerable, was under her control.
She was not governed by its' demands but instead used it to HER advantage, for HER benefit and for HER ecstatic joy. To achieve that goal desired by all women but cruelly denied to some.
That energy when released, made her feel alive! It's what got her out of bed in the morning to greet the day and got her into bed during the day.
When young she experienced many 'keys' and to this day, still has fond memories of the larger ones!
But she adored her husband. Totally. Obediently. Lovingly. His passing had not changed her feelings for him and she missed his loving touch and the things he made her feel when he was with her... and inside her.
Their daughter, Laura, inherited all their good qualities, with few of their bad.
But she was far from perfect, nobody is. She had to control her lust, appreciate her qualities were a gift and that men are prone to using a woman solely for their own pleasures and needs.
Her mother had taught her well but she still had much to learn about life... and love... and sex.
He got to his workstation with little time to spare, his heart racing and his head almost spinning out of control, his mind being subjected to a hectic maelstrom of disjointed erotic fantasies.
He sat down and studied the folded, orange piece of paper once more.
To him it's value far outweighed the brevity of the message written upon it. To him, at this moment, he felt it to be his most valuable possession. He would not sell it for the proverbial million dollars. Not this. He had lost too much sleep, wept too many tears and endured too much angst to not appreciate fully the words that delicious, sensual being had given to him on the train not fifteen minutes earlier.
'Laura'
'6 pm'
'Eastern Park gate'
He read it over and over, desperately trying to glean an insight into her motives and intent.
He accepted after many agonizing minutes, the implications the message held.
He rewound the tape inside his head to the moment she stood before him on the train and delivered to him this note, this notice of intent. He remembered the smile, her bare breast, that delicious, pale soft tit uncovered by her blouse and the hard, long nipple. He recounted the moment she kissed him! Her lips were so hot, so soft, full of a sensual passion he had never felt before in a woman. For she was no girl, but unquestionably a woman.
Perhaps that explained her aura? That wonderful sensual calm around her which he noticed the moment he saw her on Monday. It was a product of her experience and inner confidence, not just in herself, but in WHAT she did and HOW she did it. She exuded not just sensuality but sex. It hung heavy on her like an erotic perfume, except this was not applied from a bottle but lived inside her, a part of her, a measure of her erotic essence.
Then he remembered her touch.
Her contact with him could have been a handshake and a "hello". Instead it was a kiss on the mouth and a grinding of her soft ass on his crotch! More than that she seemed to enjoy the feel of the hard-on in his pants!
He is usually embarrassed when a girl notices his bulge in public, afraid they may think he is a pervert. But SHE seemed to relish the way his cock entered between her soft, warm butt cheeks! He certainly enjoyed it!
So why did she run off?
