"Ayesha, you are giving me that look again, knowing what it does to me."
"Tell me?"
She was teasing now, that was very awkward to do upstanding in a busy train carriage with other people breathing down you neck. I wished Ayesha was, she still .looked stunning and cool in the middle of a tight crowd, me trying to keep near to her in the hustle and bustle as people got off and on at stopping stations.
I promptly replied I would tell her when we got off.
"Spoilsport" she teased - bloody well knowing what I wanted to say, She was a real minx and no mistake but I loved her madly - and that was the trouble, being hustled and bustled in the train against her - I just could not help myself.
Whispering in my ear so I could hardly hear she said; "I do believe I have a good idea of what you would like to say out loud being as a certain Freddy down there is knocking at my door." (Her name for my credentials and 'Cherry'' for hers, although when we got physical it was always down to basics)
"I cant help it, I whispered back. It is your fault, the short-short skirt you are wearing with those stunning tight blue tights makes me throb."
"Shhh!" she giggled someone may hear. A guy next to me looked and smiled, did he hear or did he just fancy me. OMG! I don't fancy you mate no way, I am straight as a dye I replied in my mind.
"I shall sooth your problem in the office darling, this is rather kinky and I have to admit I am wet!" That was Ayesha, always frank and no beating around the bush, (I could do with a little bush beating myself right now! Her bush was something to be reckoned with a very nice mount to wile away the foreplay. All that gentle touching and tasting, I could never get enough of her Cherry.
I felt like a little boy pleased by my mum telling me I can have a new toy for Christmas, the toy that I wanted.
But no way was I toying with Ayesha, I wanted her good and as soon as possible, no waiting for Christmas, just waiting then for the train to pull into our stop so we could commute to the office pretty darned quickly before the madding crowd arrived, just a half hour to get into Ayesha and solve my big problem down under.
The train stops , we bungle out like mad things, Ayesha laughing all over her face, how is it that women can laugh at it when, with us guys, our tongues are hanging out? Like when you see a bunch of guys at a girls- galore strip show with their tongues flashing - but girls looking at the Chippendales are all aglow and chuckling!