Faith’s breathing was ragged and harsh now, and it was at this moment that her heart nearly stopped as she looked up to be greeted with the face of the ticket inspector, even redder and shinier than when they had first met but now pressed up against the glass of the door that divided the carriages.
Zak immediately picked up on the slight stiffening of her body that had accompanied her realisation.
“Are you OK?” he asked, a light sheen of Faith’s own wetness around his mouth providing a comic foil to his genuinely concerned expression. And strangely enough at that moment she realised that she was. The ticket inspector, pudgy cock in doughy hand had frozen too, aware that he had been caught masturbating. It was her who was in control, her who was calling the shots. Zak’s head was cocked waiting on her nod to indicate whether he should continue. The ticket inspector was probably expecting her to shout, “Pervert!” and chase him from the train vigilante style. However, instead of shouting with indignation at the unexpected intrusion she fixed the shocked man right in the eye and nodded to Zak.
“Please don't stop,” she whispered, then whimpered appreciatively as he lowered his head back to his task. The uniformed man remained mesmerised as Zak continued to lap at her pussy. He was unable to tear his eyes away and she played to his presence, rubbing her hands over her own breasts, squeezing and kneading and pulling her nipples. She could see his pudgy hand moving like a piston up and down, his face at an almost impossible level of redness as he pounded the angry member with complete abandon. It was all the more exciting because Zak had no idea that they were being observed.
However, the ticket inspector’s presence became just a distant extra as Zak sensed her mounting excitement and began to lick her clitoris directly in a strong up and down motion. It was almost too much and instinctively she tried to push his head away however he held firm, applying the delicious pressure as she moaned gently. He deftly eased a finger into her eager pussy and she pushed against it even as the direct licking of her clitoris was almost unbearable. Both the pressure and speed increased and he pushed a second calloused finger into her wet pussy. Her muscles tightened around them and he responded with an edge of brutality by roughly pulling them in and out of her wet slit, twisting them upwards so that they applied delicious pressure to the front of her pelvic wall. She was on the point of orgasm as his fingers pushed harder and harder. When she again caught the eye of the ticket inspector her whole body finally went into spasm, contracting and writhing on the rough seats as she gasped her pleasure, hands wrapped almost cruelly in Zak's shaggy sun bleached hair. She was relieved as she collapsed into a sweaty heap to note that the ticket inspector was gone. They did not see him for the rest of the train journey.
At Georgeton a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance and dark clouds began to converge on the sky. As she waited patiently for Sarah a single drop of rain landed on Faith's nose. At last, the heatwave was to be broken. Very refreshing, she thought, smiling mischievously to herself as she wiped the droplet away, enjoying both the feeling of freedom as she stood without her panties on the platform and the cheery bob of Zak's shaggy blonde head as he strode away from her, one hand in his pocket fingering his sticky souvenir.
Chapter 5 — Ice
“Sit down.” Nathan motioned to the worn couch against the wall. I'll get something to clean that knee.”
Jane limped around the battered coffee table and sat down with a sigh. What had been a mediocre date had turned into a horrible one when her car had slid into the curb a few blocks from Nathan's apartment. Nothing seemed to be damaged but it was clear the roads were too dangerous for her to drive across the city to get home. Which meant spending the night with Nathan.
Well. At Nathan's. Not with Nathan. Warmth kissed her cheeks at the thought and she shrugged out of her coat, trying to pretend it was something other than embarrassment. She should have ignored his plaintive “I guess I'll walk home,” when they'd realized the weather was turning nasty and the buses were no longer running. But she'd felt guilty, knowing that she was never going to call him again despite having promised to, and offered to drive him home.
To top it all off, while walking from her stranded car to Nathan's apartment she'd slipped and cut her knee. Which was just fantastic. She was injured and spending the night with a guy she'd only just met.
It would have been okay if he'd been a little more…
Jane paused, chewing her lip thoughtfully. A little more what? She wasn't even sure. It wasn't like he was ugly. Or boring.
“All right.” Nathan cam back into the living room, his hands full. “Let's see what we can do about that knee.”
Reluctantly she pulled the edge of her skirt up.
He smiled. “That doesn't look too bad.”
“Well, it hurts like hell,” she snapped.
“Yeah.” He pulled a washcloth out of the vague jumble of stuff he'd brought from the bathroom, dipped it in the dish of warm water and rung it out. “I'll be as gentle as possible.”
Jane leaned back against the cushions and stared at the ceiling as he dabbed at her skinned knee. It was not as painful as she had anticipated, but somehow tears still prickled, hot and salty. “Ouch.” She jerked at the sting of alcohol.
“Sorry.” He slathered some antibiotic gel over the raw skin and taped the bandage down quickly. “All done.”
She looked at it critically. “Not bad.”
“I did a training stint as a paramedic. Never finished but I can clean and bandage anything.”
“Anything.” It came out sounding snide.
“Well, short of a severed limb.” He paused and grinned, slow and easy. “Short. Severed limb.”
Part of her wanted to giggle hysterically. Instead she frowned.
Nathan shrugged. “Never mind. Major trauma are a stretch. But this…” He laid his hand on her knee, gently. “This is easy.”
Her heart thumped hard enough to make her ears ring. Is he flirting with me? Just as she started to shift away from him, he stood up and began gathering the first aid things off the table.
“Be right back.” He disappeared up the hall.
Jane flopped back on the couch with a sigh. “Right.” Pulling back the curtains, she peered out. Still storming. Damned freezing rain. By morning everything would be covered in ice. She'd be lucky if she could get home by the end of the week.
The lights flickered and she jerked. “Uh, Nathan?”
“You might want to light the candles on the coffee table.” His voice was indistinct, winding down the hall from the bathroom. “There's matches there somewhere.”
Somewhere. She poked at the drift of comic books doubtfully. The lights flickered again, going out for several seconds before snapping back on. Jane shoved the comics aside more enthusiastically. When she found the matches they were the kind that come in a little cardboard book, which she hated. She hated the thought of being stuck in the dark more.
A few moments of fumbling and she managed to get a match lit, then one of the candles before the electricity went off and stayed off.
There was a soft thump down the hall. Quickly followed by not so soft cursing.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.” Nathan came down the hall holding a much brighter light than her single candle. “Camping lantern,” he said with a pleased grin. Shoving the comic books into a loose pile, he set the lantern down and wiped his hands on his shirt. “You want something to drink?”
“I guess.” Jane reached down and untied her shoes. Her feet were freezing. Actually, all of her was freezing. She looked at the blanket on the back of the couch doubtfully. It looked clean. A cautious sniff. It smelled clean too, so she pulled it down and wrapped it around her shoulders.