The train journey home had been long and exhausting, with three unscheduled stops and half an hour spent just sitting on the tracks waiting for another train to do whatever it was it was doing, I'd spent almost the entire journey gazing out of the window, watching the World go by to the soundtrack pouring out of my MP3 player. I had watched as the bright blue sky had turned to pink, the setting sun casting long shadows against the landscape passing by and then turned to black, nothing to see outside but for the lights, passing by almost too fast to recognise.
It didn't matter what I'd been looking at anyway, it was only a nice place to rest my eyes as my mind did most of the action – thinking about her. It would be over two weeks since I last saw her, held her close and looked into her eyes, the time had dragged like a puppy with two lame legs, but at least I was now heading home.
The train finally pulled into my station, the announcement giving us barely a minute's warning as I pulled my bag out from between the seats, stood up to fetch my guitar and stepped down from the train into the dark, damp night. It was raining gently, the really fine type that seems almost like steam when it's caught swirling around the lights of the platform. The train hissed away as I walked slowly up the stairs, feeling the cool air press welcomingly against the back of my throat, awakening my dulled senses and, I'm sure, adding a sparkle back into my eyes – I was nearly home.
The walk back passed by in an instant, it was cold and I had walked with my head tilted down, avoiding letting the rain get into my eyes but still my thoughts were on here so I didn't notice. Suddenly I was standing in the entrance hall to her home – the warmth from the radiators seeping through my wet clothes, trying to catch enough breathe and confidence to walk into her room.
I gathered the confidence; my hand went to the door handle and the door swung open. There she was. I took a moment to take in what I was seeing – she looked just as I remembered, only somehow better. Her big brown eyes looked at me expectantly – she had been waiting, her hair fell across her shoulders, framing her face and cascading into her cleavage, she only wore a chemise, her nipples gently poking through the ting material – perhaps just from the cold air passing through the open door. She looked amazing. My bag and guitar dropped to the floor as my arms went to her sides and we held each other, her head burrying into my shoulder as I relaxed into our embrace – home at last.
We may have stood that way for only a couple of minutes, we may have been there for hours, all I know is at some point the door behind me shut and her head raised, her soft and warm lips pushing hard onto mine, her tongue snaking into my mouth as our embrace tightened and I could feel her stretch up on her tiptoes, her nipples brushing noticeably against my damp t-shirt. Her hands moved from holding my head and slipped beneath my t-shirt, her warm hands on my skin; my hands which had, up until then, been settled in the small of her back rubbing in small circles moved slightly further down, cupping a cheek in one hand, feeling he edge of the material she was wearing, feeling the goose-bumps raise across her bare skin as my hand ran back up her back, pushing the chemise upwards and exposing more skin. I could feel her shiver into me, the goose bumps shooting up her back behind the movement of my hand.
Still in our embrace, my hands still gently massaging her exposed skin, her hands snaked further upwards, playfully brushing over my nipples before pushing upwards, forcing my arms into the air as my t-shirt went up and over, dropping to the ground with a damp squelch. She pulled back slightly, her hands on my chest and looked up into my eyes with mischief: "We really should get you out of these wet clothes", the first words she's said to me. I held her closer again, teasingly blocking her hands from reaching the front of my rousers as she tried to undress me.
Holding her tightly I swiftly picked her up – a quick yelp bursting from her lips as I carried her across the room and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, taking only a moment to watch her look up at me before jumping on top of her and attacking her neck with nips and sucks. I could feel her excitedly squirm beneath me, her breath quickening slightly as I let my weight settle on top of her. I could feel my naked and still rain-damp upper half pushing down against the silkiness of her clothes, could feel her breasts and nipples pushing against me. Her arms wrapped tightly around me as I left a slow and deliberate trail of kisses across her neck and up to her cheekbone before kissing her deeply again.
Pulling back up onto my elbows I looked down on before kissing her soft skin again, making my way down her neck and across her collarbone. I could hear her breathe changing and she ran her hands through my hair as I reached the edge of her chemise, gently nudging it further down as my kisses left a wet trail down her cleavage and, with one hand, I pushed the shoulder strap back her shoulder and released her amazing breast and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
I felt her buck beneath me, her hands clamping my head firmly to her chest. I ran my other hand down her side, causing more shivers and then back up again across her stomach to give her other nipple some attention. My tongue slowly swirled around and over her nipple, my hand squeezing her other erect nipple through the silk. She let out a gentle groan, her hands brushing through my hair, her head tilted back and eyes closed.
