I notice you at first sitting opposite me on the Tube. I try not to stare because I don't want to freak you out, but I find it hard to take my eyes off you. You are everything I like in a woman – petite and cute, but with a sexy glint in your eye that hints at danger and passion beneath the surface. And you are dressed slutty, which makes me happy – a tiny dress that leaves little to the imagination. Fishnets, serious heels. The minute I see you I want you, but I try not to make it too obvious.

After a while our eyes meet – fleetingly at first. You don't look freaked out, you look curious. Your quizzical expression makes me feel like you're sussing me out, wondering what I want. I hold your eye a bit longer than is appropriate then look away. When I look back you are still looking at me. The intensity of your stare makes me uncomfortable. Perhaps you are giving me a taste of my own medicine, freaking me out so I won't keep looking. Or perhaps not. What started out quizzical now looks intrigued. Perhaps you see something in me that you want.

I risk looking straight back at you and our eyes lock for what feels like forever. We just stare at each other, across the crowded Tube carriage, an indescribable heat rising inside me. I have to have you. You are beautiful, you are sexy and you are looking right back at me. You aren't afraid. You want to fuck me. I can't take my eyes off you now, but I don't know what to do. When will you think I'm too weird and stalker-ish? Will I need to talk? I don't want to exchange a word with you, I want this to happen in blissful filthy silence. I don't want to know your name. I just want us to fuck until we're sore.

You get up without breaking the look. It's not my stop and I hesitate for a moment – if I get off here I'll be late meeting my friend. Fuck it, I've been waiting years for this. I get up and follow you off the train, staying a little distance behind you as we weave in and out of the rush hour crowds to the station exit. Occasionally you glance back, checking I'm still with you, then you keep going.

As soon as we're out of the station I start to feel afraid. What if you're the stalker, a beautiful female psycho exacting strange tortures on random men she picks up on the Tube? Is it safe for me to keep following you? What if it's a trap? All these things buzz round my head but I can't stop following you, especially as we move away from the crowds and I can take in the delight of your sexy body in all its petite beauty. I'm scared but nothing in the world would stop me now.

You lead me further and further away from the crowded Tube station, down narrow back streets in the dying Autumnal light of the early evening. Before too long we are in a tiny alley, probably the closest we'll get to privacy around here. You turn around and face me. I stop dead and lock eyes with you again. What now? Neither of us moves for a moment but again our eyes connect deeply, an incredible lust growing inside me and making my cock stiffen in my trousers. Could this be the moment I've been waiting for all these years?

I step towards you clumsily, watching to see if you back off at all. You don't – in fact, you do the opposite. You step forward to meet me, bringing us close together for the first time. A final moment of uncertainty and then the walls come tumbling down: I grab your waist and pull you towards me, kissing you hungrily on the mouth. You wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me back, while I push your skirt up. We keep kissing as I pull your tights and knickers down, feeling your hands unbutton my jeans and reach for my hard cock. I lean back against the wall as you take my cock out of my pants and start stroking it, pressing yourself against me as we kiss again, our desire boundless and intense in this moment of bliss. Before long you are wrapping your legs around my waist, climbing onto me to mount my hard cock and fuck me. I grab a fistful of your hair and pull it back as you slide down onto my erection, your cunt wet and hot with lust. I kiss you again as you start to grind yourself down onto me, your slender frame barely containing your hungry cunt. I slide in and out of you and it feels fucking amazing, our bodies intertwined in a moment of pure passion. From your moan I can tell that you're about to come, and I know I’m not far behind. You let out a series of low growling moans as your body is taken over by an intense orgasm. The tightening this causes in your cunt is unbearably good and I shoot my load into you, screaming and howling with pleasure as we lose ourselves in the ecstasy of a perfect moment.

And then it's over. You don't say anything, you don't give me your number. You pull your tights up and walk away. For a moment I think about following you, but then I stop myself. What would be the point, after all? Do I want to get to know you, find out all those annoying things about you that'll drive me nuts, move in together, buy a house, get married? Do you want that? It seems pointless to pursue this made-up dream when I've already had a perfect encounter with you. Instead I watch you walk away, admiring those slender thighs that just minutes before were wrapped around my waist.

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