"Hey, trading in commodities?"

"Yeah, I am actually on a trade right now so..."

"Oh yeah, sorry"

Done. Could've been better had not she annoyed him. He looked up to her receding figure. She went and sat in a far corner. Faux brick outlining her. Oh no, it was her.

Bored. Been at these charts for ten hours now. The red and green candles. Good day though, made quite a few. Can head home to. No one. He was sitting under the warm terracotta light of the cafe. The last sip of the Americano splayed in the mug. He had planned to leave hours ago but the snow was terrible. So he dived into work again. And kept at it way past when the snow subsided again. Maybe the thought of being alone in a weather so cold kept him at it.

The New Year decorations were still up, scanty and morbid. Why are they still up? The fairy light trailing and ... His sleepiness had all fizzled out when he saw her.

Fuck. Hot. The straight, cold hair cutting off at her shoulder. Soft outlines of her big breasts under the grey turtleneck. Long legs with crossed over, chunky thighs. She felt staring, as humans do, and looked up. Smiled.
Yup, the charts have to be closed. Really, fuck the charts.

"Hey", he walked over to her. "Sorry, was just closing for the day. You trade too?" He asked her. Her long fingers swept her hair aside, flinging off light. They looked prettier on, with the shadows and all. "Yeah, I mean I tried to get into it, but haha."

"I've never seen you here before?" he asked. "Really? I see you here almost everyday." She said and he laughed. "You're kidding?" No way he could've missed her, and he hadn't. He would come here specifically to catch a glimpse.

"Yeah, I actually thought, you know, nevermind." She laughed too. "I was just about to head out", she said, closing her laptop. "Yeah, me too. Mind a walk for a little while?" She said not at all.

They walked out the warmed cafe to the cold, dark street. Light breeze swooshed an occasional snowflake on their heads, and they glistened like leaves. Only a few steps . The puddles were frozen over and he slipped on one. They burst out laughing. "Here, take my hand" she offered. Her eyes almost closed from her laugh, cheeks warm from faint light of the faraway cafe. A human, out a sudden, and even the one he wanted for so long, inches away, talking to him, smiling. And so hot, her breasts hanging now over him, almost in his face.

He pulled her down, and she fell on him. Even more laughter. But he could sense the heat radiating from her chest. So could she. The ice beneath him, the girl on his lap, he pulled her lower lip between his warm lip. She put her hands on his chest and kissed him back. They stopped and looked at each other.

"Fuck", she whispered.

"I know a place", he smiled at her.

He had to do her. Now. With the icy wind biting into his skin. With the cold gnawing her skin pink. He stood up, picked her, and went behind. The place where you could see everyone, but out of sight. Threw her up on a barrel beside. Fuck mattered what was inside.

Over her turtleneck, he put his thumb and index around nipples. Twisted them. She moaned and tugged his hair. He lapped at her neck. She panted. Her hand move in a frenzy over his pants. "You really didn't ..." she said and he cupped her mouth shut and bit her nape. Her back arched. Off went her top, and everything underneath. Some stray snowflakes ended up on her tits, and melted, leaving tiny pools. He sucked them all. And warmed her breasts with his tongue as she worked her way to hardness in him.

Someone passing by.

She went statue, and waited. The mingled voice of family. Of an annoying kid, wailing and coming dangerously close. But he didn't stop. He keep sucking and sucking, and she gave in. She grabbed his dick hard and pulled. The voices seemed to stop beside their hiding spot, but that just made him suck and bite her nipples harder. "Fuck!" she cried out, as he pulled her tit away from her, and pinched the other. The voices seemed to hurry on then.

She tugged down his pants and got off the barrel. "What do you want baby?" he mocked her. "I want you to tell me about communist Russia." "What the fuck?", he threw his head back as she gulped him in. His dick, away from her teeth, almost at the back of her throat. His hand pushing him depper into her mouth. Her lips, sucking and sucking and tugging at his dick. Her knees were numb with cold so his dick was coal hot, and she wanted the warm cum. Inside her.

He knotted his hand in her hair and pulled her up. She pulled down her underwear and he prepped her up by touching her clit. A few gentle rubs there, and then deft strokes inside. Turned her around and in.

In. In. Gentler, slower. She was bent over the barrel, her tits against the cold, green plastic. Her arms over the black, icy lid. He was holding her shoulder, and put his dick inside her pussy. In, in, out. Out. In, out, in, out. She started pushing back on him and he thrust it in with all he could. She moaned, he turned her around. Pushed her against the wall, turned her to front and put his dick inside again. He knew the slimy wall was frozen to crunch, her back was grinding at it. And he knew.

"Cum inside me."

"Huh?" he was panting.

"Cum inside me, please", she whimpered.

She bit his earlobe. He crushed his tit inside his fist. One thrust. Another. He went faster now. The friction heating up their bodies. He came. The warm cum dripping against her thigh. She looked up and smiled at him. He cupped her face in his hand.

"Exactly as I imagined"

"When did you imagine?", now she mocked.

"When I first saw you."

"Today?"

"Nope"

"Knew it"

He bent ahead, and they kissed.