London Underground

[bacardi8]

IC: Steve is a 21yr old physics student at a London University. He's spent the evening in town at a bar, but got blown out by the girl he'd been trying to chat up. Horny and frustrated he's caught one of the last tube trains home (south from Tottenham Court Road on the Northern line). The carriage is empty as he lets his 6"2' athletic frame fall into a seat. A frown forms on the tanned face beneath his short dark hair - how dare that bitch of a girl turn him down!

Just as the doors slid shut, a breathless brunette dashed inside...


OOC: Anyone like to join me on the underground as the mystery girl? PM me if you've got any ideas for people (or groups of people) to hop on at the next station ;-)

 

[Guest]

(OOC) I'd love to join you bacardi. Let me plot my character and I'll post her soon.

We know she's brunette so I'll take it from there.

 

[Guest]

Francine

(OOC) Francine (Frankie) Fillion. 20 yrs old, 5’6” long, unruly, dark hair, usually up in a loose bun. Hazel eyes and a figure she knows turns heads.

She’s a graduate of The Sorbonne in Art History and Restoration. Transplanted to London in order to work for her father’s friend in his toney gallery in Hampstead. Totally bi-lingual, she only has a trace of her French accent left. She found a flat in Clapham that she could just afford.

She’s lonely, bored and frustrated at having to fend off the unwanted attentions of Gerard, her father’s friend. After a long day dealing with fussy customers, artists reneging on presenting works and the amorous Gerard, she took the night off to see a foreign film. Now she’s heading home.

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(IC) Merde! I almost missed the last train. As the doors slid shut and the train gathered speed I sink wearily into the closest seat. I numbly watch the cables and pipes fly by outside lit by our passing window.

My linen suit, so perfect for interviewing prospective clients, was rumpled and soiled with London grime. I just wanted to get home and have a hot bath before falling into bed. Leicester Sq.,- Charing Cross, - Embankment all went by with no new passengers boarding.

The tube seemed empty, without looking around I lay back and stretched my legs out, kicking off my heels. Aaaaah! The rocking of the train lulled me and I closed my eyes.

 

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Steve

IC: The girl who'd rushed in sat down in the next section of the carriage, and looked in a similar mood to my own. I wondered briefly if she'd got blown out too, or whether it was just work stress. Of course, I couldn't help but notice the fine figure that evidently lay beneath her light linen suit, her nipples clearly pointing skywards from the cold london air.

Or maybe it wasn't the temperature? After a few stops the girl slipped her shoes off and spread her legs out across the carriage. Before I could even issue a polite cough to alert her to my presence, she'd slipped one hand up under the skirt of her suit and inside her knickers. I watched in disbelief as the mystery girl started to slowly move her hand back and forth, leaning her head back in a dream-like state.

Due to the lack of action so far tonight, my cock was already jumping inside my pants. What should I do? When the girl had got on the tube she'd looked perectly respectable, but now... did she think she was alone, or had she seen me and this was her way of getting my attention?

 

[Guest]

Francine

The French film I’d seen had some very erotic scenes and, as I tentatively touched myself, I ran them once more over the screen of my mind. I was already wet from watching the sex on the screen in the cinema so my fingers slid smoothly under the pantie leg I had pulled aside.

Secretly I loved these late night Tube rides, I felt the whole place was mine. The last train on the Northern line was often empty.

I quickened the movement of my fingers, the jolting and rocking of the train added to the friction. I imagined the driver had a camera that gave him a view of all the individual coaches. I pictured him zooming in to watch me, putting the train on automatic and taking his hard cock out to stroke as he watched me.

I was pretty close to my first climax when I heard a cough and some shuffling. I drew my legs in but left my fingers buried wetly in me. Who the fuck was there, whoever it was must have been watching all the time.

I had a mixture of trepidation and tremendous excitement to think that my fantasy about the driver had been reality in way

 

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Steve

IC: The girl was putting on an immpressive little show, and as she pulled her pussy lips apart and spread her legs even wider I figured she must have known there was an audience. I watched with growing anticipation as she rubbed herself harder, and I could see her fingers coated in sticky juices as they plunged in and out of her wet pussy.
I could imagine my dick in place of her digits; sliding into the hot girls cunt as she moaned for more, her body squirming about beneath me, tearing her clothes away and feasting on those gorgeous breasts as I came deep inside of her...

I let my hand fall down to my crotch and gave my aching cock a quick rub through the denim. I didn't mean to go do anything further, but the slight friction against my hardness combined with the sight of this girl masturbating was too much and kick-started a primal part of my brain. Before I knew it, I'd unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my fat solid manhood out through my fly.

As I stroked my hand along the 8 inches of throbbing meat in my lap, I shifted in my seat and gave a cough to attract the young girls attention. Suddenly she brought her legs together, but kept her hand on her pussy as she opened her eyes and looked in my direction. I met her glare and pumped my cock slowly as I asked in a low growl, "Need any help over there?".

 

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Francine

The voice startled me but I was so totally turned on by now that I didn’t want to be interrupted. The combination of my fantasy and the realization this guy had really been watching me after all was a powerful mixture.

I looked over at him and saw that he had a massive erection that made my mouth water.

“It appears that you are in the same frame of mind.” I smiled, easing myself to sit up a bit but keeping one finger working surreptitiously. “Maybe we can help one another?”

He stood, not packing away his piece but walking to me with it protruding from his jeans in the sexiest way. I finally looked up at his face and saw that he was “tres attractive”. Maybe my night was taking a turn for the better after all.

He sat down across from me carefully; his cock was the nicest I had ever seen. Almost without thinking, I reached out with my free hand and gently gripped the shaft. He gave a sighing gasp and I watched as a precum bead appeared on the tip. The shaft was incredibly hard and hot in my hand. I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was going to let me continue.

 

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Steve

IC: The cute girls response to my enquiry was just what I'd needed. Her attitude spoke of an experienced sexual animal, and I'd always had a soft spot for the french accent. I moved to sit by her, and noticed she was admiring my handsome weapon before she suddenly grabbed it. The feeling of her small hand encircling my fat cock was heavenly, and as she looked up into my eyes it was almost as if she was pleading with me to let her play with it. I certainly wasn't going to object, and I felt very lucky to have found someone who was such an obvious cock-lover...

While the girl started to move her hand up and down my length, I slid one of my hands up her leg to her crotch. I pushed her hand out of the way and replaced it with my own, she was amazingly wet and slippery. I moaned out loud as she squeezed my meat and carried on slowly stroking it while I found her clit with my rough fingertips. I slowly circled the tiny bud, and ran up and down her engorged puffy lips to keep it well-lubricated. I flicked across her clit a few times, and felt her shake with pleasure. Slipping a finger into her wet hole, she gripped it hard with her pussy muscles; I couldn't wait to feel them squeezing on my dick later, and I knew I would be ;-)

Keeping my hand moving over and into her hot sex, I slipped my other to her head. Pulling her towards me I gave her a deep and powerful kiss, then gripped her neck more strongly and pushed it down towards my lap.

 

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Frankie

Not only did was he content to let me continue but he took my hand away from my pussy and took over. Mon Dieu! He was good! I had to concentrate on my own hands and stroke his cock slowly.

After a deep kiss that took my breath away he gently guided my mouth to his throbbing cock. It was so hot and hard. I kissed the precum off the tip with small, sucking kisses then I closed my lips around the glans, sucking the tip in deeper.

Pressure on the back of my head told me this stranger wanted to go deeper into my mouth. I let him push my head down at the same time swirling my tongue over every inch of his perfect cock.

I wanted nothing more than to deep throat this wonderful cock but the confined space in the carriage seats didn't allow it so I took him as deeply as I could. His fingers were tangled in my hair - making me moan aloud against him. I could feel his cock expanding when he quickly pulled my mouth away amd started to tuck his massive erection away.

"Stockwell." He said, indicating that Clapham - my stop was coming up.

"That's the hardest thing I've ever had to do." He grinned zipping up his jeans with difficulty.

I straightened my clothing and asked. "Where do you get off?"
"That really depends on you." He said as the train pulled out of Stockwell station and gathered speed. He was laughing at me.

"What?" I asked wondering what was funny.
"Well, "to get off" is slang in English for…. you know? Cumming." and I happily realised that I would have a guest for the night.
"Okay, I get off….." grin. "….at Clapham Common - next stop but one." To keep the "coffee warm" - as they say - I placed my hand firmly over the bulge that was still very obvious under his fly. I felt it jerk alive again and knew it was going to be the first really exciting night since my arrival in London.

At last the train slowed as it approached the station so familiar to me and he helped me to my feet. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Francine." I laughed, kissing him lightly. With his arm casually around my shoulders we waited for the doors to slide open on the next leg of our sexual adventure he told me his name was Stephen - Steve.

 

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Steve

IC: The sensation of this mystery girl's lips on the head of my cock almost made me blow my load, so turned on was I by the situation in the tube carriage. I pushed her head further down, and moaned as she hungrily devoured my manhood. This girl was a talented cock-sucker, and she was bringing me close to an orgasm. Through the pleasure she was giving me I noticed the train sliding into stockwell, and reluctantly pulled my throbbing length away from her sweet mouth. (I was surprised at my own self-control, because at that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to ram my cock deep into her hot throat and release my sperm with an animal grunt.)

After a fairly comical language misunderstanding, my partner assured me that I wasn't going to be left high and dry when she gave my bulging jeans a squeeze. As we 'got off' at her stop we introduced ourselves and she guided me up through the ticket barriers and out into the cold night air. With my arm round her shoulder I playfully fondled her pert breast beneath the linen suit as we walked along to her flat.

In the dark of her porch, Francine had to lean forwards to fumble with her keys in the lock. I playfully slapped her buttocks, and pressed the hardness in my crotch against her cute little behind. The sexy french girl yelped and sprang away from me into the flat as the door opened. Glancing round cheekily at me she flashed a sly smile and I knew this french vixen was going to give me a fantastic fuck session...

 

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Francine

I let us both in to my flat, switched on the light and turned back to look at this man so suddenly in my life. He was indeed very good looking. Tall and fit with nice eyes, I always think eyes are important, they tell you much.

“ Can I get you a drink?” I asked. How bizarre this was, one minute I am sucking this man’s dick and the next shyly asking him if he wanted a drink.

“Are you having one?” he asked looking round my sitting room that doubled as a studio.

“Yes. I have beer, wine, or some liquor.”

“A beer then, please.” Said Steve sitting down in one of the easy chairs and stretching out his long legs. I put some soft jazz on and opened a couple of beers, handing him one I sat on the arm of his chair sipping mine.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t resist touching him. I gently stroke his neck where his hair curled a little. He turned to look at me, put his beer down and pulled me onto his lap. I laughed and nearly spilt my beer over both of us. He took my beer and put it with his then kissed me.

His tongue pressed into my mouth, meeting my tongue. This kiss lasted a long time and he had my shirt unbuttoned by the time it finished. Under me I could feel his cock waking and shifted my weight to make room for both of us.

His hand slid up my thigh under my skirt and traced the line of my pussy lips through the soft fabric of my panties. I closed my eyes and gave a small moan, my legs automatically opening.

 

[bacardi8]

Steve

OOC: Only just remembered I had this thread going Tess - sorry to leave it (and you) alone for so long. If you like we can pick it up again. If you'd prefer to drop it, just let me know

IC: The feel of Francine squirming on my lap only encouraged my manhood to it's full length even quicker. Slipping my hand up her leg, the sexy girl eagerly spread her limbs to give my fingers better access. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her pussy through the skimpy underwear she was wearing. Sliding two fingers under the waist strap I yanked the material away to leave her snatch bare beneath the linen skirt.

Standing, I picked up her light body and put her down on her feet facing the chair I'd been sitting on. Behind her, I reached for the hem of her skirt and pulled up so it was bunched around her waist. I placed my hand on her neck and pushed firmly down so she was bent over double, then fell to my knees. Pushing her slim thighs apart with my hand, the girl shifted slightly to reveal her puffy pussy lips peeping through between the two smooth limbs. I showered her pert buttocks and legs with frantic kisses and playful bites, then stuck my tounge out and licked along her sweet slit. Francine responded with a moan of delight and pushed her pussy back towards my mouth. Not wanting to dissapoint, I played my tounge over her cunt; sucking on the engorged lips before darting inside the tight wet hole and flicking her hard clit at the point furthest from me. I pulled her ass cheeks apart with my strong hands to get at her better, and had my nose buried between those two firm globes as I ate her to a frenzy.

 

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Francine

OOC:- It's up to you. I'm happy either way. Perhaps the fact that you forgot about it means we should let it drop.

IC:- I was startled as Steve ripped my underwear off. I won't deny it excited me....roughness always does.

He pressed my body to bend over and I felt a thrill as his hot breath fanned my wet pussy lips.

His kisses and bites aroused me even more and I let out several loud moans. I supported myself with a hand on each arm of the chair, bending further, offering myself.

Did he sense that my ass was for fucking? Could he tell it was one of my fetishes? I rested my head on the seat of the chair and bit ino the upholstery to stifle my cries.

His tongue was whipping me to a frenzy and I wanted - needed - him inside me.

 

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Steve

OOC: Let's play in Francine's apartment for a little bit...

IC: The sexy french girl was writhing around my tounge, and she was crying out for more - the slut! Sensing she was an adventurous young thing, I used my fingers to smear the copious juices away from her pussy up her beautifully rounded arse. Then I started to dart my tounge towards her puckered rear entrance, probing the orafice with the tip and lubricating it with with the liquid from her sex and my mouth.

My cock had been jumping around in my pants ever since we'd left the Tube carriage, and I couldn't ignore it any longer. Standing up I was still fully dressed, and looked down at Francine bent over the chair with her smart white suit wrinkled and the skirt pulled up round her waist. She looked back at me, her hair mussed up and a wanton look in her wild eyes. I unbuttoned my jeans and let the beast within spring free; my fat 8 inches fell onto Francine's tight ass. twitching at the feel of her hot skin.
I pulled the taught cheeks further apart to expose her rosebud further, and leaned forward so my purple head was nudged up against the light pink of her anus. I gripped my fuck pole with one hand to ease inside this little minx slowly, and was pleasently surprised to find myself slipping in easily. Francine let out a slow groan of pleasure, and looked back up at me naughtily before she slammed herself back towards me. I shouted in surprise as I suddenly found myself balls deep in this mysterious girls ass. Just as I thought I'd hit heaven, Francine tensed her rectum and squeezed my rod like a vice.

"Shit," I grunted, "that's hot!"

I was holding her hips still with a firm grip to stop myself from coming straight away, but once I'd gained my composure I relaxed a little and leant over to whisper in Francine's ear,

"How would you like me to fuck your little ass baby? Hard or gentle...?"

 

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Francine

I knew that a cock in the grip of my sphincter muscles felt like it had a cock-ring on. I used those muscles to hold Steve in me.

His moans might have been pleasure or pain so I released the grip a bit and he started to move. Delicious!

I reached a hand back to ring my fingers around his shaft as it slid smoothly in and out. It felt so hot.

His cock-head was massaging my G-spot through the walls of my vagina and I arched my back to get more sensation.

My only regret was that I couldn't watch his face, then I realised that if I raised my head a little I could see his reflection in the glass of the book case infront of me.

I don't think he knew I was watching, he looked so sexy as he screwed his eyes shut and moaned with pleasure. It was a combination of anal sex and voyeurism. I felt a climax start to build.

I pressed back as Steve thrust ino me increasing his pace. I knew he was getting ready to blow too