Drip *

[Warning: You know what comes with the star. Snu snu. :3 Read at your own risk.]

'I'm no longer alone? Why does that sentence feel so heart-warming? I have felt lonely for too long and I fear trusting others too much. You learn about life the hard way, and being in the industry teaches you how ruthless people can be when they want something from you, only to discard you when the need is gone.'

Keira was no different. She just wanted to make him say that he had taken her back and rest the cheating scandal. On top of that, she must have wanted to be the 'it' couple of the industry. It could only profit her. Maybe he should really take her advice.

[I personally believe that we don't change as people throughout our lives. I would like to get to know that part of you. I'm not joking when I say that I would be all over you as a teenager. I love the idea of a black haired boy sitting in the corner. That was my type in school.]

'I'm sure you're just my type, as well, little rin rin.'

[Oh, yes. I have a plethora of fantasies that I am dying to share with you. I have also never felt this way about anyone, and I can proudly say that I am more attracted, both physically and mentally to you than any man I have come across in my short life.]

He couldn't believe his eyes at her confession. Did she just say that? He let out an involuntary squeal and then looked at himself in horror. 'What the hell was that?' he thought in an embarrassed manner.

[There might be plenty of fish in the sea, but you are the only one who is fishy to me. Of course, I would be there. It would be a trip worth remembering, I can assure you that.]

He chuckled at her comment. There might be plenty of fish, but he was the only one she was interested in. But what a weird way of phrasing the sentence.

[What you wish is what you get. Prepare some lotion. You will need it.]

'On it, ma'am.' He thought, leaning over and opening the drawer to his bedside table. He pulled out the bottle and kept it handy in case he needed it.

[I stood at the platform in my plaid skirt and tank top, looking around, wondering who would be the first to touch me. It was not a common occurrence on the train, but jam packed ones had a few perverts that would slip by and touch unsuspecting victims. It would usually make me angry, but I had come to see that I quite enjoyed the idea of being taken on the train. I was bewildered myself. I like my privacy, but what was this idea that turned me on so much that I was rubbing my legs with need, warm fluid coating my panties and sliding down my thighs.

Anyone in my proximity could possibly smell me, but I was waiting for you to come.

The train arrived and a crush of people entered, packing themselves in like a can of anchovies. I struggled to go to the side and lean on the compartment walls, feeling the pressure of the people behind me.

Now, I wouldn't say that I am a horny girl, but you make me all kinds of hot and bothered. Some men eyed me like they wanted to eat me, as if they could see under my skirt and smell my arousal. I knew what I was in for, but I was waiting for you.

At the next stop, a crush of people pushed into the train, cramming inside the carriage. The announcement went off as the train started and I felt it. At first I thought it was just the jostle of the train, pushing him into me, making his hand brush past my ass. But soon I realized that the touch was deliberate and meant to be noticed. The warmth of the palm made me stiffen as I didn't know if it was you.

I tried to turn my head to see the look of the man, but it was too cramped inside the train for me to get a good look. I was panicking at that point. My left side was pressed flat against the wall of the train and I was surrounded by men. He was facing the same direction as I was, his hands wandering, hidden from the commuters. Everyone in front of me had their backs to me and no one could see the hand on my ass. I smelled the familiar scent of your aftershave, but didn't know if it was the source of the wandering hand. The hand was a little rough, suggesting that he wasn't against hard work, but also showed that he had a somewhat cushy life. I could just tell.

"It's me," I heard your voice. I sighed in relief, feeling more daring as lust coursed through my veins. I pressed my ass against your hands and reached down behind me to pull you closer against it.

It didn't matter, with so many people, it was impossible to be at a distance from other people. I could feel your slacks and I knew for a fact it was you. My hands brushed against the front of your pants and I felt your cock twitch under the material softly. You were tall, albeit too tall for me. As though you could read my mind, you bent your knee to slouch, bringing your cock closer to my ass. I felt you squeeze my ass firmly, and lean your face close to my ear, your stubble brushing on my skin as you whispered. "You like this?"

I shuddered. Your voice made my pussy drip. Your stubble, hard and prickly, made me lose my mind.]