Pistons

“Did you get that scar in battle?” It was the question she had wanted to ask since he joined her in the train's booth.

His hand drifted up to his face, fingertips ran along the scar from the middle of his forehead across to his ear. It didn't disfigure him, it added character. “This? Sporting injury, rugby.”

She had never thought of herself as impressed by muscles, a good sense of humour was what she looked for. But, opposite sat a rugby playing marine. Arms thicker than her legs. Thigh muscles bulging beneath trousers. All she could think about was what it would be like to be in his powerful arms.

“Wow, marine and a rugby player. I guess your girlfriend must fear for your life a lot.” The clumsy way of trying to find out if he were single was the best her mind could manage.

“Maybe that's why it didn't work out.” The news he was single made her tingle. “Does your husband play sports?”

“He used to play golf. I found out his golf partner was our next door neighbour, the games took place in her bed. I took his driver to his car.”

“Ouch. Sounds a stupid man to cheat on you.”

“I doubt he noticed the cost.”

“I didn't mean because of the car.” He didn't elaborate and she felt her face turning red with the compliment.

She needed to change the subject. “So, do you have a nickname?”

“Shelly” She expected an explanation of why he had a woman's name; none was given.

“Shelly?” She hoped the prompt would get out some more details.

“There was a joke about me having an artillery shell in my pocket.” It was his turn for his cheeks to redden.

She sprang from her seat. She couldn't let the opportunity of a rugby playing marine with such a nickname pass. She locked the door that led into the corridor, and pulled down the blinds. She turned back to face him, “I think I need to see some proof of that.”

“Very funny.” The smile at her joke faded as fingers moved to her blouse and she began unbuttoning. “I don't think this is a good idea.” The blouse opened as her fingers worked their way down.

“It's an hour to the next station.” The blouse drifted to the floor, her breasts heaved, pressed together in a black bra.

He gave in and got to his feet. Standing he was 6'6” muscles bulged. She felt her knees trembling at the sight of him.

As she unfastened her skirt, he pealed off his t-shirt to reveal his muscular torso. He reminded her of Arnie in Predator as he stood filling the booth. Her skirt dropped to the floor, leaving just  underwear and high heels.

His hands moved to his trousers, the buttons popped open one by one, each heightened her excitement. As his boxers emerged from beneath his trousers, her mouth went dry. The large bulge in his boxers made her pulse race.

Her hand reached behind her back, fingers teased the catch open. She let the bra fall down her arms, unleashing her breasts. She raised her eyebrows to indicate it was his turn, he raised his back, not ready to unveil himself.

Her lips curled into a playful smile as thumbs slipped inside elastic of her knickers. Bending at the waist, she pushed the material down between her legs. She moved slowly letting him watch her. Her breasts hung down beneath her, large and ripe. Carefully she stepped out, letting the panties join the pile of discarded clothing at her feet.

Slowly she stood back up, revealing her naked body to him. She nibbled her bottom lip in anticipation.

His hands moved quickly, stripping his boxers from him. She mouthed the word “Wow” at the sight of him. With their stripteases over, and him with clothing around his ankles, it was up to her to close the distance. The distance was barely a meter but, she moved slowly, partly to avoid tripping over clothing, and partly to try to restrain herself from jumping on him.

Her hand pressed against his large member feeling it stiffen against her palm. Thick veins ran along its length. She trembled at the prospect of having it inside her. She pulled her hand back and ran her tongue over the palm tasting him whilst covering it in saliva.

Her hand went back to his tip rubbing it, covering him with spit. His glistening tip pointed at her as she throbbed for him, her desire fuelled by the taste of him on her tongue.

His rough hands grabbed the back of her thighs. He lifted her from the ground as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs round him as he held her close to him. She could feel his hard rod beneath her.

He lifted her slightly and she felt his enormous head pressing at her. She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from calling out. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating being impaled upon his giant member.

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