Scott smiled to himself as he stood on the platform, latte in one hand, free paper in the other. Five mornings a week he would climb aboard the same tube train to get to the same place of work at the same time of day. Life was monotonous everywhere other than in his head.
But in his head, anything could happen, and most days on his way to work, anything and everything did happen. Scott would pick a random woman from the tube carriage and imagine what he would do with her if she were his. This morning he'd already picked his victim while still on the platform. Long blonde hair, 5ft 6, around a size 12, she was wearing a grey suit with 3 inch heels that accentuated her bare, tanned, toned legs. She looked every bit the prim and proper business woman, apart from those bare legs and a cleavage most women, and men, would die for. Her breasts looked rounded and full, just how Scott liked them. He imagined that she had a naughty, rebellious streak; today's fantasy would be fun.
The tube pulled into the station and the frantic boarding procedure began. Scott stayed fairly close to his chosen one, not wanting to give the game away that he was interested, but not wanting to be so far away that he wouldn't get the opportunity to touch when the train jolted to a stop at the next station.
Sometimes his encounters were brief. He never knew how far his fantasy woman would be traveling on the journey. He'd enjoyed women who had got off at the next station, and others who'd stayed on for the full ride; three whole stations of lust filled imagination. Most mornings Scott would get an erection on that tube train. The tightly packed compartment would mean his bulge was easy to hide. But the ache would stay with him, even after the woman had left the train and he'd also disembarked and walked the 10 minute journey to the office.
Most mornings, Scott would spend a few minutes in the toilet once at work, reliving the fantasy he'd just conjured up. He liked the excitement of wanking himself to eruption while his work colleagues shared stories about their previous evening, their journey to work, or their plans for the day. While the others were spooning instant coffee into their dull mugs, Scott was keeping his hand busy stroking his hard cock.
Scott liked to give his fantasies names. This morning he would be having sex with Samantha. In fact, he already had. He imagined waking up next to her, leaning across and stroking her naked pussy. He slowly slipped his fingers into her wet cunt and she opened her legs, inviting him in further. He imagined this is how every day began. Within seconds, Scott was on top of her, ramming his cock deep inside. Her back arched, she would enjoy his cock filling her up, pumping fast and frantically to ensure they both orgasmed before the daily grind of getting ready for work began.
This morning, Samantha had no inhibitions at all. She opened her legs wide, grabbed Scotts arse and helped him pump away at her. She writhed, eyes closed, back arched, as he gently bit her nipples and caressed them with his tongue. Scott withdrew before Samantha came, turning her over to enjoy the smoothness of her arse. He liked to look at her arse as he fucked her from behind. The delicate blond hairs would shine as the morning light glimpsed through the window. He looked at her arsehole, knowing it was out of bounds but wishing his cock could be deep inside her tight arsehole. Her pussy was exceptionally wet this morning. He closed his eyes and indulged himself in the fantasy that he was fucking her arse and as he felt her start to pulsate with pleasure, he too came, filling her with his juices that would dribble out on her journey to work, reminding her his cock had just been inside.
Scott imagined he and Samantha had taken a shower together after that; he'd watched her in the mirror, buttoning her blouse as he shaved. She looked hot today, and he decided to share her journey to work.
