It was nearly 7.05, the train is a minute away, hopefully, and the commuter is, as usual, standing waiting for it. The young lady approached him.
"Good morning Chris," she smiled, looked around to make sure nobody could hear her. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very" he smiled. "And I had very pleasant dreams. Did you?"
"Oh you bet." The remainder of her response was drowned out as the train stopped alongside them.
They got on the train and resumed their normal seats. Before removing her glasses and putting her IPOD on, she looked at Chris and smiled.
Eventually the train pulled into the main line station and as he had done countless times, Chris followed the young lady, Joanne, along the street, onto the underground train and as she stood and read her paper, he managed to get a seat. The only difference to the usual procedure was as she left the train, she made sure she caught his eye and smiled.
All of sudden as he saw her disappear, panic hit him. They had agreed that he would give her a lift home that night. But what train? He didn't know where she worked, what her phone number was, what her last name was. How would he meet her? What time?
He decided to let fate take its course and go for the train he caught the previous day that led to him spending one of the best nights of his life in her arms.
Little did he know Joanne had the same concerns; what time? What train?
Making the same decision they did meet on the train. They sat apart, but this time she accepted his offer of a lift.
Arriving at her parents' house she mentioned that her parents were due back from their cruise the next day, implying their privacy would be impacted. She still had not asked his circumstances and he did not know what to say or if it was relevant.
They walked into the house, she slammed the door shut, turned to him and gave him a big hug and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I feel filthy and dirty and need a shower. Help yourself to a drink, I will be down in a bit."
Making himself at home he did help himself to a scotch and sat down. A matter of moments later Joanne appeared, dressed in a towelling bathrobe that stopped just above her knees, but opened to show that, while he couldn't be certain, he was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He really wanted to find out though!
"Hi, that's better," she smiled as she approached him, hugging him and kissing him on the lips. The smell of freshly washed hair, body and teeth enrapturing him.
"Wow you smell great," he sighed. "Can I have a shower, I feel dirty"
"I want you to be dirty!" she smirked, "but go ahead the bathroom's at the top of the stairs. I'll sort out dinner and wine"
He went upstairs, showered and helped himself to a bathrobe on the back of the door. He then went downstairs as Joanne appeared with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
"Oh yes, you look better," she smiled wickedly. Pouring two glasses she handed one to him as he sat on a sofa in the lounge, trying to protect his modesty and not letting his robe gap too much; aware of Joanne looking up his legs.
"Dinner will be five minutes and it's a microwave special" she said.
"Great," he replied sipping his wine.
They made small talk and then, as the microwave signalled the completion of the cooking, they both walked to the kitchen. The meal was bland but filled a hole and was soon finished. Dishes were put in the washer and more wine poured.
"So Chris, " she said, putting her arms around his neck, which resulted in her robe rising up and exposing her upper thighs, "are you going to get dirty with me?"
He kissed her, gently at first, then more forcefully. His hands exploring her naked body under her robe as his tongue explored her mouth.
She writhed against him as he felt her breasts, her nipples hardening under his attention. He opened her gown and stopped kissing her, bending down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. At first he licked it, she groaned appreciatively, then he sucked it; she groaned some more, then gently bit it. "Oh yes," she cried out.
His hands moved down her body and as it approached her neatly trimmed pussy, she opened her legs to allow him access. She was already wet.
"God I want you," she cried out as his finger stroked her wet slit. "Take me upstairs and do what you want, I am all yours."
He took her by the hand and led her to her room, she removed her robe and lay on the bed, her legs apart and her wet pussy open and waiting for him.
"Turn over" he said, his voice full of emotion and lust.
He removed his robe and knelt at the edge of the bed. Kneeling over her, his legs either side of her, he started massaging her back, slow but firm strokes towards her bum.
She tried to open her legs, but was unable to do so until he moved, now with his knees either side of one of her legs. He continued the massaging. He was turning her on like she had never been turned on before. Her pussy was soaked as his massaging got lower and lower and he massaged her soft and beautifully proportioned bum. Opening it up he could see her rose bud of her bum opening; was it virginal he wondered?
He knelt down and sniffed the aroma, saw at close hand her openings. He licked her quivering pussy, licking upwards towards her bum.
She shivered in anticipation as he circled her rear entrance with his tongue, gently forcing it in.
"No," she said quietly, "I'm not sure about that."
He stopped and resumed the licking of her pussy.
"Fuck me Chris," she implored, raising herself onto her knees. "Take me now."
He knelt behind her and teased her with his rock hard prick. He trailed it over her wet hole, up towards her rear hole and back.
