The train was packed. Crammed full of people coming home from a 12-hour day in the city. Like lemmings they flowed into London in the morning, and every evening, as if guided by some unseen force, they flowed out again. He sat, miserably squashed, watching the grey city streak past the grimy windows as the train sped away from the office buildings.
He was lost in thought when he felt his phone vibrate in his trouser pocket. The vibrations spreading along his thigh and causing the slightest tremor in his cock, which lay curled limply against his body. Obviously feeling as miserable as he was from the long day, surrounded by demanding people.
It stopped before he could get to it… it was an effort to retrieve the phone when packed in with all the other commuters. Each trying to avoid the others' faces.
Two minutes later and the phone vibrated again. This time he moved more quickly and retrieved it from his pocket... It was a picture message… probably one of his mates… the number was withheld… he opened it…
The picture was of a bed... The bed was empty save for a collar… the room dimly lit, candles in evidence… and the message said: "I’m yours."
He smiled at the phone, oblivious to the people surrounding him, as he pictured the woman who had sent him this message. Probably still dressed in the suit she wore for work, waiting for him to arrive… a faint stirring in his cock made him smile again. He closed the phone and held it in his hand as he stared unseeing out of the window, mentally thinking about what might lie in store for him when he got there.
The phone vibrated in his hand and he almost jumped, he was so lost in his own thoughts. He flipped it open to find a second message. This time on the bed with the collar was a pair of impossibly high heels and a message that said: "I’m waiting." Again he smiled and flipped the phone shut.
Minutes passed and he relaxed. He had been waiting for another call but she was obviously through teasing him.
The train pulled into the station and the lemmings surged off, leaving the train considerably emptier for the last couple of stops before he got off. He stretched with relief and shifted in his seat, stretching out his legs. As the train pulled away the phone rang again. He immediately flipped it open and gazed at the picture she had sent him.
This time there was no mistaking her intent. Wearing the collar and heels she reclined on the bed, legs drawn up, feet flat to the bed, naked, reclining on her elbows, she was looking directly at the camera, her bare pussy opened before him and the words "I’m ready" under the picture.
His cock hardened at the sight of her. She was what he needed to lose himself in after the day he’d had. The train seemed to have slowed and he was impatient for it to reach his station now.
Finally it did, and he was off the train without waiting and walking briskly to his destination.
He unlocked the door. The house was silent, a lamp lighting the hallway. A candle on the edge of the bottom stair, and on the next and the next lighting his path upwards. He dropped his coat on the chair and walked slowly upstairs to her room, for this was her house and he the visitor.
He reached her room. The door was ajar, and he gently pushed the door open. It swung inwards, the air in the room pleasantly warm, soft music playing, candles the only lighting. The centre of the room dominated by the king-size four-poster bed; she had bought soon after they first met so he would have somewhere that he could play with her.
She was stood at the foot of the bed waiting, collar around her neck, naked except for the shoes, her nipples with silver clamps on them and tiny chains attached to the collar. An array of toys laid out on the table by the bed.
And she smiled at him.
He waited.
Neither spoke, but she knew what was expected. She walked forward with that gentle sway that moved her breasts and made the chains tug at her already hardening nipples and, leaning up, kissed him. Gently. Softly on the mouth. She reached up to undo his tie, as he waited. Unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it free of his trousers, easing it over his shoulders she walked behind him, letting her full breasts graze his back as she leaned towards him.
She walked back round to the front of him, and dropping to her knees in front of him ran one small hand over the front of his trousers, tracing his firming erection. She struggled slightly with his belt but eventually it was undone and she was unzipping his trousers. Undoing his shoes, she removed them and then slid his trousers down and helped him step out of them. Removing his socks, she knelt before him and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and eased them down his legs, as his erection sprang free.
She knelt back and looked up at him.
Waiting.
He watched her, saw how she hungered for him. Knew she wanted to stroke her bare pussy, tease her clit… how already she would be wet in anticipation of the night in front of them.
But she waited as he had taught her.
He was pleased with her and stepped forward, winding his hands in her hair and she immediately opened her mouth – he touched the very tip of his cock to her lips and her tongue obediently lapped in little circles round the head of his cock. He smiled and pushed his cock in further and she widened her mouth and started sucking and lapping at his cock.
He tightened his grip and started to slide his cock further in and then remove it, setting up a slow languorous rhythm. Her breasts bobbing as she struggled to take him all in her mouth, the chains attached to her nipples tugging now, making shivers of pain ripple through her belly…all focussing on her damp cunt…
He moved a little faster and she grasped the back of his thighs to steady herself as he fucked her mouth. He loosened one hand from her hair and reached down and tugged on one of the chains, moving her breast, lifting it. She moaned against his cock, so he did it again and again... Then pulling her mouth over his cock, he stilled his movements as he reached down and grasped both chains and pulled on them both. She sighed and moaned as her heavy breasts were suspended by the fine chains.
He smiled. She pleased him.
He waited, and then withdrew his cock. She looked disappointed. He pulled the chains on her tits, encouraging her to stand, and when she was on her feet once more he leaned down and kissed her.
It was time to play…
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