An exposed train station was not exactly where I had envisioned spending a cold, rainy night. I had worked late, hoping the rain would stop before I left. It hadn’t. The wind cut straight through the wool of my blazer and the thin silk blouse underneath, creeping up under my pencil skirt and making me shudder. At least beneath the awning it was dry. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shake damp strands of hair out of my face the twist I’d put my hair in for work hadn’t survived the rain on the walk to the train station, and I was afraid my make-up hadn’t either.
“Due to track maintenance, expect delays on some lines. Affected lines include lines 32, 78, 181, and 182.” The crackling announcement came over the loud speaker in a tinny female voice and I groaned, glancing back to the marquee. My train, which had been running on time just two minutes ago, suddenly displayed a DELAYED status. By one hour. Sighing, I sank down onto one of the cold metal benches.
The slap of sodden shoes on concrete drew my attention to a man running across the street, jacket pulled over his head to protect him from the rain. He ducked under the awning and shrugged his jacket down, shaking the water from his dark wet hair like a dog. He looked familiar but it took me a moment to place him. He worked a floor above me, and we rode the elevator together occasionally.
“Oh thank god, I thought I’d missed the train.” He gasped, bent over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
“You won’t miss it for another hour.” I sighed. His relief quickly turned to annoyance as he caught his breath and walked a few steps close to her, reading the marquee.
“Damn.” He paused a minute, hands on his hips, scowling. He glanced down at her and a soft smile curved his lips. “Hey, you’re Mary right? From the third floor?”
“Yeah. And you’re…”
“Sam.” He offered his hand and I shook it firmly, the contrast of his hot skin against the cold of the surrounding air enough to catch my breath slightly. I was reluctant to let go. His smile lingered as he watched me, and I think he could follow my train of thought as easily as reading a book. Slowly he drew his hand back, sliding his hand into his pocket.
“So you waiting for line 181?”
“Yeah. I normally try and catch the earlier one but I was trying to avoid the rain.” He chuckled and gave a half shrug. I smiled back.
“Me too. I just want to get home at this point. I thought about taking a taxi but it’s just so expensive.”
“Well, where do you live? Maybe we could share one and avoid waiting out here in the cold.” I hesitated a moment, but he seemed like a nice guy and I saw him every day at work. I sort of regretted never talking to him before, I’d never noticed just how green his eyes were.
“Right around Juniper and Mayfair.” I gave the closest cross streets to my home, standing and brushing my pencil skirt off in case I’d picked up any dirt from the bench. He offered his arm like a gentleman.
“Perfect, I’m only about half a mile from there. Let’s see if we can flag down a taxi.” He pulled me out into the rain, and we ran to the edge of the street. It surprised a laugh out of me for some reason, the spontaneous sprint, despite the fact that I was quickly soaked. His arm was so warm under my hand. Sam flagged down a taxi quickly and we practically fell into it, still laughing. He gave the driver my cross streets as I tried to straighten myself out, having practically ended up in his lap in my hurry to get out of the rain.
His arm slipped around my waist, stilling my squirming to try and right myself on the seat. I was still half across his lap, my pencil skirt bunched up dangerously high. I caught my breath as his eyes darkened, sweeping down my body in a long, lingering look that I could almost feel.
“Why Miss Mary, I didn’t know you were so forward.” He teased, his voice light but his arm tight around me giving lie to the more serious innuendo in his words. I pressed my hands into his chest, shifting a little in his lap so I didn’t feel quite as much like falling. The slowly growing bulge in his pants brushed my thigh and a suddenly heat in my core chased away the chill of the rain.
“You shouldn’t make presumptions, Sam.” I replied, my voice breathy with sudden desire. One of his hands had fallen to rest on my knee, and even through my stockings I could feel the sensation as his palm slowly slid up my leg. I bit back a sigh as his hand warmed my chilled skin, chasing away the goose bumps. His fingertips dipped under the edge of my skirt, and I saw his eyes widen as he felt the lace topped edge of the thigh high stockings I wore instead of panty hose.
My hands grabbed fistfuls of his damp shirt, and I pulled myself closer to him on impulse, pressing my lips to his. His arm around me tightened to hold me close as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, hot and demanding. His other hand was suddenly under my skirt, cupping my ass and keeping my tight against his body. I could feel his erection rubbing against my though through his slacks and a soft mewl escaped my, disappearing into his mouth still connected to mine. The rain beat against the windows, warping the light and sending strange shadows scattering across us with each one we passed, the steady squeak of the windshield wipers providing a strange but somehow soothing soundtrack.
When he finally broke the kiss I was breathless, and could nothing but tilt back my head as his mouth slowly explored down my neck, nudging aside the collar of my blouse and suckling at the hollow of my throat. I let my hands wander, exploring his hard body underneath the well cut suit. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair, still slick and wet from the rain. I tangled the fingers of one hand there, and let the other slide down his chest until my fingertips brushed over the hard bulge below his belt. I tugged at the zipper, gently easing it down. His breath was hot against my neck, panting with need and I took the opportunity to dip my head and catch his earlobe between my teeth, tugging playfully. A low groan escaped him and his grip on my tightened almost painfully.
His hand left my ass, grazing over the bare skin between the top of my stocking and my panties, following it all the way around to the inside of my thigh. I squirmed in his lap, spreading my legs slightly as his fingers slipped under the crotch of my panties, tugging them aside. A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest and I pulled back just enough to look at him, confused. He just smiled, catching me in another kiss. It was hot and slick, all tongue and hard pressure, and oh so fucking hot. He pulled back just slightly, until our mouths were just barely touching.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured against my lips and I shivered, moaning softly as his fingers traced the lips of my sex, slick from my own desire. I couldn’t keep still, squirming as he teased me, circling his fingertips slowly around my clit but not quite touching and not quite stroking firmly enough for me to get what I wanted. I tightened my grip in his hair, eagerly thrusting my hips up to try and get that little bit more contact my body was on fire for.
“Yeah, it was raining if you didn’t notice.” I managed to gasp out, eliciting a soft laugh from him. His hand slipped away from my dripping pussy, instead grabbing my hip and holding me down, his grin absolutely smug. I wriggled, pressing my thighs together for a little bit of friction, knowing that I was rubbing against him at the same time. I slid my fingers past the zipper I had opened, underneath his still fastened leather belt, brushing the silky fabric inside- boxers, I deduced quickly. His head fell back and it was my turn to smile as I ran my fingers ever so lightly over his hard bulge, my weight in his lap enough to keep him from doing more than twitching, teasing him like he’d been teasing me.
Then his hand was between my legs again, roughly shoving my legs wider to get access to my dripping pussy. He rubbed the damp fabric of my panties over my clit and I shivered and moaned, slipping my hand a little further into his slacks so I could rub his erection more firmly, my body aching to feel his hard meat filling me, stretching me. His fingers nudged aside my panties, suddenly shoving their way into my tight channel. My back arched as I ground myself against his hands, moaning loudly with pleasure as I came a little closer to what I really wanted. It wasn’t quite his dick in me, but damn it felt good to be stretched.
His fingers curled and he dragged them over my inner walls until he found the rough area just a little ways inside my channel, rubbing it rhythmically until I squirmed and cried out, unable to keep remotely still. He grunted as I ground myself against him, hungrily leaning in to capture him in another hard kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth, trying to show him how much I wanted him in me.