Short story Rushing down the platform and just squeeze my way through the closing doors of the tube. It's the last train home and the carriage is empty. Except you sitting alone. I sit next to you and ponder for a stop or two. I placed my hand on your thigh. You don't turn or push my hand away. I slowly move my hand further up your skirt feeling the contours of your smooth legs pushing my fingers in against your alabaster skin. We both don't make any eye contact or speak as I take your hand and lead you off the train. We Walk out of the station and down the road to then jump over a wall in to someone garden. I lay you on the ground and pull away at your knickers and I can feel your wetness on my finger tips as I push them inside you and gently lap at your clit with my tongue. I circle around it as I push deeper inside you. You can't contain yourself and bite down on your lip. You feel your way to my zip and uncage my throbbing member. Pulling it to your lips taking it all in with one gulp tugging at the shaft. As you take me in your mouth I'm still playing with you getting you wetter with my fingers.