We both work in Angel Islington, most days we catch the same tube. Most days we stand close on the endless escalator. Most days we leave the station separate ways We never talk, some times I can smell her shampoo and sometimes and I can barely see her. I know she watches me, but she never catches my eye.
Three days ago she did. Momentarily, if it hadn't been for the raised eyebrow I might not have noticed the look.
She walked off quite quickly, leaving me mouth open like a guppy. I regained my composure and followed her, keeping her in view. She glanced back at me, catching me leering and raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile.
She slowed down just enough so that I was almost directly behind her. I look down to her heels and follow the seem of her tights to her hips and arse which were flowing from side to side like a snake. I let my gaze drift up her back, to her exposed neck and imagine leaning into it and taking a deep breath.
We get to the escalators. She doesn't get on till I'm right behind her. I can smell her pussy. She reaches behind and takes my hand and places it on her abdomen, which is covered by her handbag, she links her fingers through mine and presses back her arse onto my hard cock.
I open my mouth to speak, sensing my folly she digs her nails into my fingers, hard, hard enough to draw blood.
With my other hand I ran my finger down her spine and felt her shiver; then let out a sigh as her thighs parted slightly.
I leaned in close to her ear and whisper, 'I'm going to fuck you.'
She guides my hand down her waistband and underneath her tights and knickers.
Her lips are dripping, She slowly grinds her self against my fingers, her arse rubbing against my cock.
I resist every impulse in me to tear her clothes off right there on the escalator. The escalator starts to flatten out and she pulls my hand away from her and pushes my gently back. I quickly tuck my cock away. As I look up she's walking fast, almost at a run and flies through the gates. I fumble with my oyster card and follow her through.
She's moving away from me quickly, She exits the station before me and when I get out I can't see her. I pace around the concrete pillars like a caged tiger, then I see her, across the road, hands on hips smiling at me. She turns around and walks off down the road. I follow her, but at a slight distance, just enough so that she has to every so often flick her head back to catch sight of me.
She gets faster, so do I.
I'm chasing her down Angel, she skits of into a tree filled gated park. I follow her. My hearts going like an ak47 and my breath feels like it's part of a gale. I walk around the park so many times it starts to feels like the park is spinning around me.
