Leaning forward I set my bag on the floor beside me providing you a clear view of the ample breasts barely hidden by the camisole.  You step forward, preventing me from sitting up straight and I turn my head to the side... your belt buckle now directly in front of my face.  I press my hand against your belt buckle and lean back so I may sit up straight.  My hand lingers as I come to a comfortable position, now looking up at you - creamy neck arched as my hair falls down my back.

"Was that an offer?" you ask as I lean back and my hand slowly trails from your belt down your thigh.

"Should it be?"  I respond.  The train rounds a curve, sending your body leaning toward mine.  You step wider to keep your footing and find my knees between yours.  The train lurches to a stop in the next station and just as I lean forward to allow the person next to me to retrieve a sweater from behind me someone jostles you forward finding my face only a gasp away from your groin.  You feel the heat of my  breath on your hardening cock as I gasp in alarm, my hands firmly grasping your thighs as I attempt to catch myself.  I pause for a moment my eyes intent on your hardness under your slacks.

The train starts again, with new companions having joined us in our car.  Taking a deep breath I lean back and close my eyes.  Your eyes watch the fullness of my breasts rise and fall slowly.  Neither one of us looks at each other as the quiet buzz in the train fills our ears.  The train lurches to a stop again and as I slowly rise to my feet, you hold your ground forcing me to press myself hard against you to find my feet and move past you.  My breasts against your thighs, then along your hard cock, stomach, and chest as I finally find my feet and squeeze past you to find the door of the train.  Once on the platform I pause and take a long deep breath, setting my shoulders back and shaking out my hair again.  I hear the doors close behind me and without turning I make for the exit.

Turning right outside the station I head to my flat.  The sound of traffic rushing by as other people pass on the sidewalk is hardly noticeable as I hear your footfall behind me.  It is only a few blocks to my front door, and by the time I reach it you've fallen back a bit.  Stopping on the stoop I fumble with my keys a bit before finally sliding the right one home and turning the lock open slowly.  I can see you approaching out of the corner of my eye.  Pushing the door open I walk through and turn around just as you reach the steps and stop.  You look up and our eyes meet.  Slowly and with lithely determined purpose you climb the stairs, watching me take a step backward with every step forward you take.  When you finally reach the door, I am a few steps up the flight of stairs on your left... our eyes still locked.  

You calmly close the door behind you and just as the latch clicks into place, I turn and dart up the stairs.  With the same purpose as before you climb the stairs behind me, watching me dart through an open door and slam it closed.  A smile curls your lips as your hand slides along the length of the banister.  Pausing at the top of the stairs you slide your hands into your pockets and listen.  The sound of my scurrying behind the door makes you chuckle softly to yourself as you cross and lay your hand on the knob.  You turn it and push the door open, letting it bounce against the wall as you lean in the doorway.  The room is empty, but through another open door you hear the sound of a faucet coming on and the clear spray of a shower starting.

Stepping quickly now you cross the room and stand in the next doorway catching a glimpse of my round ass as I disappear into the shower just as the steam starts to curl out over the top of the curtain.  In just a couple of strides you're next to the shower and with one sweep of your arm you've cast aside the curtain to reveal my startled nakedness - one hand clutched to my chest and the other to the prize between my legs.  You note with a gleam in your eye the lack of hair at the apex of my thighs and a laugh escapes your chest as you note my ineffectual attempt to cover the glorious expanse of my creamy breasts.

Quickly I reach up and snatch the curtain from you, drawing it closed.  You laugh out loud.  Slowly you shed your clothes into a pile on the bathroom floor.  Stepping into the shower behind me you run your hands over my silky skin covered with suds.  Your hardening desire pressed into my backside, you pull me against you.  "Did you think you'd get away from me?" you whisper in my ear as your hands slide around to the gleaming heavy globes of my breasts.  The brush of your fingers across my nipples draws a gasp from me as I turn and face you.

"What makes you think I wanted to?"