Waiting For The Train 2

It's cold. It's late. You're having fun though.

You weren't sure about last minute concert tickets to an artist you'd never heard of, but the show turned out to be a lot of fun.

Now you're just waiting for the light rail to come by and take you home. He puts his arm around you and pulls you tightly to his side. As he squeezes you closer, you turn toward him until you are face to face. As he wraps his other arm around you, you slip your arms under his and wrap them around his back. You pull tight into each other.

Warm.

The sides of your faces pressed against each other, you can feel him smile. Your body wiggles a happy little dance and he pulls you tight. Your faces turn until your lips meet.

More warm.

A gust of wind whips around you. Cold. Still embraced, you both waddle carefully away from the edge of the street toward the building behind you. You kiss again.

You feel something in his pocket pressing against you. You don't have to guess. You slowly press your hips against his and gently sashay. The something grows larger.

Harder.

You take one of your hands from behind him and slide it between your bodies and feel the growing bulge. His hips wriggle. You slide your hand down the front of his pants. Your cold hand makes him shiver, but he doesn't resist. He makes a nice hand warmer. You grip his hot cock firmly and stroke it lightly.

He moans.

As you stroke him as discreetly as possible, your lips meet again and your tongues duel. He lowers his hands down your back and grabs your butt. More people are gathering at the train stop. The sign indicates the next train is still about 20 minutes away.

You notice a stairwell a few yards away that goes up to the parking garage. You take your hand out of his pants, grab his hand, and pull him behind you as you walk towards the stairwell.

You say "first one to the top is the winner" and start dashing up the stairs. You hear him stomping quickly behind you.

As you near the top of the 3rd floor, he has caught up to you and grabs you around the waist and picks you up. He turns around slowly and walks backwards to the top. "I win!" he exclaims proudly and proceeds to ask what the prize is for winning.

You look around the parking garage. Not a soul in sight. You look over the edge. Everyone is still on the platform waiting for the train. No one notices you.

You pull him towards you and say "I am". He leans in for a kiss. You put your hand on his chest to stop him from leaning in any farther. You lean in to finish the distance and give him a quick peck on the lips.

He looks confused.

You reach down and unzip his fly and start to pull his cock out. He's still hard, which makes things a little difficult, but you make it work. You begin stroking it as you bend over and lick the tip delicately. You drool on the head of his hot, pulsing cock before standing up and begin to rub the tip like you're polishing it.

You kiss again and with your free hand you pull your pants down to the top of your thighs.

You let go of him and turn around and lean over the edge, looking at the people below. You look over your shoulder. He's just standing there, hands at his side, hard cock swaying in the cold night air.

Still looking over your shoulder, you look him in the eyes, raise your eyebrows, and grin. He smiles back at you and steps forward, and without hesitation, guides himself directly between your legs.

Those few moments in the cold air are noticeable to you. As he presses himself inside of you, it feels like ice at first, but warms up almost instantly. He pushes gently until he fills you completely. He holds it there for a moment before pulling back slightly and gently, rhythmically, thrusting in and out.

His hands grip your waist for a few moments before one hand lets go. You feel his fingers on your neck and he runs them through your hair. With his fingers fully enveloped, he takes hold and gently pulls, bringing your head back. He makes your head turn to the side and leans forward to kiss you.

His thrusting grows quicker.

Your kiss breaks.

He lets go of your hair and grabs your waist again.

Tighter.

Thrusting harder.

You can hear him grunting softly. Still leaning over the ledge, you look back slightly and can see one of his legs shaking. It shouldn't be long now.

As his cock plows in and out of you, you can feel it growing hotter. His grip tightens. His thrusts become erratic. He pushes himself deep inside of you as he makes a guttural moan.

You can feel him cumming, filling you up, cock pulsing and twitching. He slides gently out then in and then leans forward, his chest resting on your back.

Deep sigh.

You suddenly notice a set of lights coming down the tracks. The train is early.

You stand up and step forward. His steaming cock slides out of your wet pussy, dripping with his cum.

You quickly pull up your pants and dash to the stairs, shouting "first one to the train is the winner!".