She wanted to put the phone down - or at least, part of her did. In some secluded, semi-detached corner of her brain, she considered the people around her; the publicity of a mid-afternoon train ride, the visibility of her phone's screen, the audibility of the headphones over her ears. She wanted to hide the display, turn and look about herself to see if anyone was watching. She wanted to test to see if she was beginning to show signs of what she was feeling, and whether or not she was, she wanted to hide herself from all of them. She wanted to say 'babe, stop, you're embarrassing me - I'm on the train!' or hang up the call until she got off.
But she couldn't do it. The most her mouth would do was to open slightly, her tongue snaking outwards as the words failed to form on her drying lips. The sound of his laughter, short and distorted through his phone's microphone, chided her, teased her. She felt their sting, but she knew it wasn't malicious or shameful; rather, the short laugh at her expense made her feel something far more physical. Even as he stared at him on her screen, watching her as she struggled to break free from his image, they both knew it was already too late.
'Don't you stop watching me now,' he said, stepping back into his bedroom, the phone propped up on the desk underneath their window. 'Although we both know you can't, can you?' And as he said it, he put his hands to the back of his neck and pulled the shirt from his skin. Chocolate ripples appeared in the filtered sunshine of the bedroom, and she felt a thrill form between her legs and slither up her spine. She tried to tell him to stop, that if he kept going, she would- she might- that something could happen, here on this train in broad daylight... But she could only watch, her dark eyes wide as she watched him on her phone.
She had her legs up, knees pressed against the seat in front of her. Her frizzy black hair was up in a messy yet attractive ponytail, and above it she wore her headphones, a pair of brushed silver metal over-ears. She had a simple red jumper on and blue jeans, and though you couldn't see it from her seated position, she filled both out as only a black woman can do. Capping off the outfit, she had black lace-up boots on, not big, but with enough heel to tilt her hips and bring the top of her head up to her friend's heights. She'd been out today with her girlfriends; they'd shopped, though she hadn't bought much, happy just to eat and laugh and try things on. Her partner had been at home, having some work to do in the morning before knocking some household chores out in the afternoon. Evidently, he had grown... needy, in her absence, and so had called her. Video called, no less - a combination certain to rob her of any resistance to him, and he knew it.
On her tiny screen, she watched as the trackpants covering his legs fell away, trying not to acknowledge the feeling of her heart racing in her chest or the warmth spreading throughout her body. She could see it, see the bulge in his - no, no don't think about it. Maybe he wouldn't- maybe he was just going to tease her- Maybe...
But her silent mental pleas were not to come true. Staring into her screen, her lower lip curling into her mouth to position itself between two sets of clenching teeth, she watched as the underpants encasing his last remaining body parts slipped over his skin. It caught in the waistband, pulling down with them. He knew what he was doing. Knew that it was the head that she was tuned to. Knew that seeing it in full would push her past the point of no return. Even as that golden brown shaft began to reveal itself, she could feel the aching throb beginning to pound between her legs as her body started to need what she was seeing.
Then, it popped free, swinging up into the air in front of him, thick and long. She gasped, the sound throaty and pitchy at the end - she hated herself for the obviously horny noise but her brain was running on auto-pilot now and she was just a passenger inside it. She could practically feel the wetness emanating from within her depths and soaking into her crotch as his erect member drew in her focus. He approached the phone and picked her up, his cock going out of frame. As his face came back into view, she felt what almost seemed like a gravitational pull towards him, down and forwards as if her body were being magnetized to the shaft, now out of view below her phone. She groaned softly, needily, her headphones relaying the sounds she made back to him in their own bedroom. He grinned, entirely aware of what he was doing to her - of what he had
done
to her to make her like this.
'How you doing over there, baby?' he asked, his face taking up the screen as he moved around the bedroom. Not trusting herself enough to respond, she just stared wide-eyed back at him. 'Enjoying the view?' He grinned. 'I sure am. Look at that stunned little face - you look like you're trying your hardest not to squeeze those tits together like you know I like.'
As if saying it had just affirmed something she had been desperate to do, she groaned softly, her free hand - which had previously been pressed into the apex of her lap in a fist - already moving unbidden up to the tit beneath her red jumper. She had the willpower enough just to slide the hand over it, giving a half-baked impression to any on-looker that she was simply adjusting something and not intent on pressing her fingers hard into the soft flesh and twisting. Her headphones tutted at her as the light on his face changed. 'Shame, I know you need it. Luckily for you, I don't want you to do that right now... Or, anything, for that matter. Just watch me. Watch me and what I can do to you.' He moved the phone a little in his hands, and a moment before it happened, she realized where he was and what he was going to do, a tiny bolt of dread shooting like a bullet through her as she realized her doom was sealed. 'Watch what I can do to you... With this.'
