"Always late!" I grumbled between my teeth as I am waiting for you to arrive.
I feel so shy yet so aroused around you. Every second is a dilemma between my desires and my conscience, and I know the conscience's reign is getting closer and closer to its end.
As usual, the conversation gets on the subject of sex. It's like it's in the air when we're around one another. As you describe some of your past adventures, my dick almost hardens to the idea of going down on you.
We're looking at each other in the eyes and I can't take it anymore. I push you against the wall and kiss you passionately. My hands quickly find your ass and I pick you up to sit you on the table, my lips never leaving yours.
I couldn't careless if there's people around, the only quest on my mind is making you cum. I kiss your neck and slide my hands under your shirt to feel your incredible breasts through your bra.
How I wish I could simply slide it off right then and there to tickle your nipples with my tongue.
I feel my dick start to harden and suggest that we go back to my place. Looking at the bulge in my pants, you know what's on my mind and quickly nod before caressing my growing pole.
I grab you by the hand and we quickly make our way to the metro. We sit immediately when we step in, my hands go back under your shirt and we kiss madly again. We never even looked to see if there was someone else in the wagon. You unbuckle my belt and slide your hand in my pants to grab my cock which is screaming for attention.
I want you so bad at this point. You stroke my cock up and down and I slide a hand between your legs over your pants. You moan lightly between breaths. I can feel your wetness and I know that you want me badly too.
You break our kiss to look around - no one's in your wagon. You pull down my zipper and my hard dick goes flying out. I lean back as you grab a hold of it again.