Until Sunrise

[Banquo81]

To be written by Banquo81 and Smut*Bunny only - all feedback is welcome:

As the train pulls out of Oxford station, I sigh and lean back in my seat. My book lying unread beside me, I stare out of the window, the flats and warehouses swiftly giving way to rolling countryside, as the sun shines down into the busy carriage. The weekly trip into London has become a tiresome ritual, a sad testimony to a once-great relationship. We haven't had sex for over a month and the silences have become increasingly painful.

I reach into my bag, searching for a drink, and as I do so, the door to the carriage opens reluctantly, as if it too has been lulled into a torpor by the summer heat. The air outside is thick, heavy, the pressure building up to the inevitable storm. I look up and see you standing in the doorway, looking for a seat, and as my eyes move over your body, I feel the stirrings of desire between my legs, an instinctive physical response I haven't felt so intensely for a long time. You move slowly down the aisle, long dark hair framing a pale, beautiful face, my eyes drawn to yours as they fix on the empty seat opposite me. You ease down into it, adjusting your skirt as you do so, leaning forward far enough for me to get a tantalising glimpse of your full breasts swaying under your jumper. I feel my cock start to swell inside my jeans, and as I shift in my seat, you smile at me, intensifying the effect.

 

[smut*bunny]

I wander through yet another carriage, searching for a seat, smiling as I finally discover what has to be the only one remaining free. As ever I pay little attention to those around me as I smooth down my skirt and sit down, except I can't help but feel as though someone is looking at me, in that way that always makes you feel...... less dressed. I lift my eyes, and they meet yours. I watch you shift in your chair, as you do so I smile. Noticing the book beside you, I draw out of my bag a copy of the same book.

"I see you're a fan of Murakami too" The words are out of my mouth before I even realise what I'm doing. Talking to strange men on the train, strange men anywhere, really isn't the sort of thing I normally do, but for some reason, you don't seem like a stranger.......

 

[Banquo81]

Surprised at your comment, I pick the book up and study it briefly, explaining that it’s one of my favourites, but that I can’t seem to concentrate on reading today. Your eyes shine in the sunlight, lips slightly parted as you listen to me talk, and I feel myself smiling in response, shaken out of my reverie by the sheer physicality of your presence opposite me. You’re a connection to an animal instinct that has lain dormant deep inside my body, and I find myself unable to take my eyes off you, sudden images of naked bodies and sweat-slicked skin flashing through my mind like still-frames in a slide show.

I gather my thoughts, conscious that allowing them to wander further will yield physical evidence of my arousal that you couldn’t fail to notice. As I return the book to the seat next to me, I watch you stretch out your smooth legs, and feel one brush against mine. Your skirt rides up over your thighs, and you look directly at me, a challenging expression on your face. I begin to sense that this could be an interesting journey…

 

[smut*bunny]

I listen as you talk about the book, head tilted to one side, smiling. When you return the book to its position beside you, I can't help but feel a little disappointed. I try to stretch out, in doing so my calf brushes yours, the shock of the contact makes my skin tingle, and I feel my nipples harden beneath the soft blue wool of my jumper. I retract my legs quickly, breaking the connection that has awoken a feeling inside I hadn't felt in a while.

"So, are you headed to London too?" I smile, hoping you'll respond, eager for some sort of company beyond that of Toru and Naoko.

 

[Banquo81]

“Yes”, I say, explaining that I might drop in on an old friend, but that I haven’t yet made a final decision on the matter. Surprised to find myself concealing the truth, I pause, thinking about why I’m really going to London. I suddenly realise that I won’t meet her this time, I won’t endure another weekend of awkwardness and resentment. I’ll wander the streets, visit galleries and museums, clear my head and liberate my soul. I study your face, fully aware for the first time of just how beautiful you are; holding your gaze, I allow my eyes to wander down your body, the sight of your nipples pushing through your jumper sending a jolt of electricity shooting between my legs as I move my foot against yours, returning your brief caress.

Something in your eyes tells me that you too are looking for something, someone, to reawaken you, to restore a part that’s been lost. A single drop of sweat forms on my temple at the thought of that face next to mine as our bodies join together, and my fingers brush uncontrollably over the front of my trousers as I move them up to push a stray hair from my eye.

“And where will your journey take you today?”

 

[smut*bunny]

"oh.... well I'm going to London too, meeting no-one. I just felt like a weekend lost in the city, ever get that feeling? When you just want to vanish into the crowds". My eyes follow your fingers as they brush over the front of your trousers, and up to your face. I smile, twisting my hair nervously around my fingers. "Looks like a storm's brewing" I mumble, almost to myself. I look out of the window, the dark clouds and our train ominously heading for a full on collision. I reach down to take off the jumper, revealing a white vest. "These trains get so hot don't you think?" The question more about asking your name than your opinion on the climate. It hangs for a while, as I let my leg once again brush against yours.

 

[Banquo81]

“I’m Chris”, I say, as I hold out my hand. This time I press my legs against yours as they touch, holding the contact for several seconds, feeling your cool hand in mine. A curl of hair hangs artfully across your face, and I begin to wonder whether I might not be the only one feeling a little flushed.

As the sunlight fades with every passing minute, the whiteness of your vest appears brighter, your nipples straining against the material as if they’re being energised by the humidity surrounding the train. “I like storms”, I say, “they awaken the animal that lives in all of us”.

The carriage goes quiet, the rustle of newspapers the only sign of life among the slumbering commuters. But my attention is no longer held by the world around me; instead it is firmly on you, and I’m struck by a desire to know more, to find out who you are, what you are, and where this journey will take us.

 

[smut*bunny]

"Maddy, it's nice to meet you Chris", as we shake hands I can feel the heat radiating from you, instinct takes over as I cross my legs so ours are almost intertwined. "Mmmm yes, I guess storms do, the inner beast is such an interesting concept don't you think?" I run my fingers through my hair, more through flirtation than need, licking my lips, and letting my hand slide down my chest slowly before returning to my lap.

"So...... where do you recommend I lose myself in the big city?" I secretly hope you will recognise the half invitation I'm making, despite my surprise at doing so. "I thought I'd hit a few galleries, find a nice hotel and maybe go to the opera, I've always wanted to see Madame Butterfly at Covent Garden"

 

[Banquo81]

This time I make no attempt to disguise the effect that your movements have on me, holding your legs between mine and leaning back, the outline of my hard cock visible through my jeans. Your lips are hypnotic, the gloss of saliva from your tongue catching the light, and I feel my skin start to burn in response, heat spreading from my groin to warm my body.

"I know London far less well than I should do, but I rather fancy correcting that." I let the sentence hang in the air, before taking the plunge. "If you have no fixed plans, perhaps we should explore it together..."

 

[smut*bunny]

"Oh I couldn't agree more" I whisper, resting my hand on your thigh lightly, "maybe I can show you some of my favourite places". I raise my eyebrow, the double meaning obvious. "So do you often just invite strange girls to join you on your adventures Chris?" I smile, leaning forward, my fingers running further up your leg.

 

[Banquo81]

I gasp as I feel your fingers on me, the shock of such intimate contact causing me to press my hand down on yours, my nails leaving tiny imprints in your pale skin. I hold your hand in place, then slowly move it up my leg, my eyes daring you to stop me, until the tips of your fingers rest against the bulge formed by my cock.

"Strange girls? I only explore with girls who enjoy new experiences; girls who like the danger that sometimes comes with pursuing them."

 

[smut*bunny]

My fingers curl around the bulge, my thumb rubbing slowly across the front of your jeans. "Well I'm always open to new things, and as for danger....Well, I'm not exactly quaking in my stylish, yet afforable boots" I blush slightly at my geekiness, hoping you haven't caught my "Buffy" reference. "I think this could prove to be an interesting exploration of my favourite city, and each other."

 

[Banquo81]

"It's not the city that's on my mind right now."

Murakami and Buffy: I'm beginning to think that I've found someone really special. My hips thrust forward imperceptibly, seeking your touch. I take a quick look down the aisle, noticing the buffet cart in the distance, making its way towards our seat. Leaning across the divide between us, I move my face within inches of yours, feeling your breath on my skin as I press your hand down hard on my cock.

My own fingers find your cheek, trailing across to brush your ear, soft and unadorned by jewellery of any kind. I fight the urge to kiss you there and then, my mind stunned by my body's arousal. Instead I pull you closer still, my lips grazing yours, the briefest of contact before I pull away, conscious of your fingers still stroking over my jeans, slowly driving me wild.

"So where, and what, were you hoping to explore?"

 

[smut*bunny]

"Well there seems to be so much to explore right here" I mutter, struggling to maintain my composure, my lips tingling at the brief contact. As the train pulls into a small country station, people fill the carriage, I take the opportunity to move to sit next to you. Our legs touching, smiling at the young couple who've taken up my seat. "This really isn't the way I normally behave, I'm normally a shy girl"

 

[Banquo81]

"Then perhaps I can bring you out of your shell", I say, pulling you a little closer to me, my arm round your waist, hand rubbing casually over your ass. You study me closely, your eyes lingering on my erection, and I take your interest as a cue to lift you onto me, tensing as your body presses against mine, hoping that you won't pull away. My fingers wrapped in your hair, I hold your head still, breathing in your scent, glancing over your shoulder at the couple opposite as they sit absorbed in their magazine.

 

[smut*bunny]

I gasp slightly as you lift me onto your lap, not least because I can now feel your erection pressing against me. Part of me wanting to resist, but I find myself unable to stop myself from running my nails through your hair, wrapping my arms around your neck, pulling you close you kiss you lightly. I glance back at the couple sitting opposite, curious as to what they make of the two people so intimately entwined. "Think they can tell we've only just met" I whisper in your ear, as I run the tip of my tongue along your neck, grinding my hips onto you.

 

[Banquo81]

I delay my reply, silenced by the silky wetness of your tongue on my neck, and the intense pleasure of the scar left by your lips on mine. I will the eyes of the other couple to fix upon us, wanting to be observed in this act of wanton, deepening passion, as the train hurtles toward its destination. Your ear lies in front of me, drawing my lips to it, my teeth and tongue finding the skin smooth and receptive, welcoming my touch. I bite down on it, feeling your lips press against my neck in response, your hair covering my face.

"I think they have no idea what I want to do to you", I say, the words escaping before I have the chance to apply any degree of reason to them. With our bodies seeking each other, I decide there and then that wherever I explore today, I will keep you with me, until I know everything about you, and have felt you open up to me.

My decision made, I lean forward to kiss you as the train enters a tunnel and is plunged into darkness, the shadows flitting back and forth across our faces. Such certainty feels illogical, but I am struck by a sudden burst of unshakeable confidence that you will come with me into the heart that beats at London's core, exploring its wonders by my side.

 

[smut*bunny]

My lips meet yours, the darkness of the tunnel only intensifying the kiss, as our tongues seek each other out. I moan softly against you, unable to stop myself moving deeper into your embrace. Only the sudden return daylight pulls me out of our intimate reverie.

I reach again to run my fingers over your cock, my tongue seeking out your neck again, "So what do you want to do to me?" I enquire, my fingers tracing over the bulge.

 

[Banquo81]

"Now that's a secret, and one you'll have to work rather harder to get out of me", I whisper softly into your ear, moving your fingers over my cock, slowly unbuttoning the fly. "Touch all you like, but what I really want is to taste you before this journey's over."

As your fingers find me, I close my eyes, icy shivers of pleasure running down my spine, before snapping them open again, studying your half-smile, an enigmatic expression of mischievous enjoyment. I begin to wonder whether I might have met my match.

 

[smut*bunny]

"A secret? Mmmm I like secrets" my fingers wrap around your cock, slowly moving up and down the taut skin. My other hand reaches for yours.... sliding your hand up my thigh, under my skirt. "I have one of my own" your hand touches skin, where my underwear should be. "I guess you're not the only one who likes to go commando".

I twist slightly, to attempt to hide our brazen behaviour from those around us, parting my legs to give you better access to my pussy, to show that you aren't the only one aroused by what has been happening since our chance meeting. My lips seek yours again, eager to feel your mouth on mine again. "So just how hard do I have to work?"

 

[Banquo81]

"Well you really shouldn't expect to get any rest tonight", I say, unable to contain a smile as our lips meet, your eager kiss smothering any further attempt at speech. You kiss like you mean it, passionate lips sending waves of desire through mine as my tongue flicks over yours.

My fingers scrape over the tops of your thighs, desperate to feel your wetness, but making you wait, teasing with my nails as my cock glides through your curled fist. "Perhaps you'll have to pump me for information; or anything else you might care to pump me for", I whisper, taking your lower lip between my teeth and pulling hard.

At the corner of my vision, I feel eyes watching me, a girl across the aisle glancing up at us over the top of her book. I half turn to look at her, then kiss you hard, my middle finger sliding smoothly inside your pussy.

 

[smut*bunny]

I can't help but gasp, the sudden unmistakable jolt of lust rushing through me as I feel your finger slip inside me. My eyes follow yours to our somewhat captive audience. "Sleep is overrated don't you think?" My fingers continue their slow steady movement up and down the shaft of your cock. My hips rocking to match that of my hand.

My lips seek yours again, enjoying the taste of you, savouring the heat between us. "So we share a love of cult tv shows as well as books?" I smile, staring deeply into your eyes. "Perhaps I've finally met my match" My hand resumes it's steady pace, my nails scraping over your cock, scratching gently across the head.

I slip my fingers between my legs, sliding one over the engorged lips of my pussy, before bringing them to your lips, running the tips of my fingers over them, leaving a shining trail of my juices, I lean forward.... my tongue following the path of my fingertips. "There you go, now you've tasted me"

 

[Banquo81]

"Mmm, but I have a very large appetitie", I murmur, my tongue tingling at the taste of your juices, "it will take far more than that to satisfy it."

I bring my own finger to my lips, licking every drop of wetness from it, then return it to the darkness under your skirt, sliding it back into you and letting my thumb brush over your clit, its soft pad caressing the centre of your desire. My other hand still curled around your back, I bring it up to your hair, twisting strands around my fingers as I concentrate on the intricate dance you're performing on my cock, clearing my brain of everything but the desire to fuck you.

A second finger strokes your pussy, and I feel your breathless anticipation, your whispered "yes" as you feel me push it inside you. Our bodies rock slowly together to the rhythm of the train, the sexual connection growing stronger with every passing second.

 

[smut*bunny]

The "yes" that escapes my lips is far louder than I'd anticipated, but I'm lost to everything except the sensation of your fingers moving inside me, and exqusite pressure of your thumb on my clit. My hips moving far from subtly trying to fuck your fingers as the velvety walls of my pussy throb around them.

Managing to gather my composure, I lean forward, to whisper in your ear "well I shall just have to try very hard to ensure your appetite is satisfied". I slip from your lap, taking your hand in mine and lead you towards the first class carriage

 

[Banquo81]

I follow, weaving between the outstretched legs of the other passengers, my eyes fixed on your hair, the sweeping, graceful lines of your back, and your full, inviting ass. The doors open for us, inviting us to enter the splendid serenity of the first class carriage, the plush seats empty apart from a couple at the end, which are filled by two businessmen, deep in earnest conversation.

I pull you down into the nearest row, sitting you astride me and running my nails up the backs of your legs, lifting your skirt to expose bare skin underneath, my fingers digging into your ass. "Satisfy my appetite? Gonna put your money where your mouth is?"