The very first glimpse I have of you is when you rush into the metro train just before the doors closed. Your bright colored dress with the sleeveless straps and low cut back was enough to make heads turn, and grab the attention of every single man in our coach.

Even though it was rush hour, luckily you found a seat and took it beside me, adjusting your dress and gently wiping off the sweat that was now coating your forehead and brows. Your kohl-lined eyes glancing at my phone as I typed an email, my fingers moving around on the keyboard at lightning pace. Your hands tied your hair up in a small bun and gave me an opportunity to admire the pink shade of lipstick, wondering if it matched the shade of your nipples.

You make a sarcastic/witty comment, and thus sparks a conversation. Of course you didn't do it without a reason, in fact you had noticed I had been eyeing you for quite some time. It had made your skin burn with desire, having been stuck in a marriage with a dead bedroom and not having your husband get excited at your efforts in dressing up for him. So you did it for strangers like me - strangers who looked at you with lust in their eyes, strangers that would have you ripped out of your favorite lingerie without a second thought, strangers that would leave you with your tits hanging out of your bra helplessly while thick, manly hands groped and savored them roughly. Your body a sweaty mess - the dress you had on hiked up to your soft thighs wildly, a manly hand gripping at your plump thighs to have your legs spread wide, nails digging into your skin roughly with every passing second.

And so here we are, your sweaty back pressed on the walls of my home, while my cock disappears in and out of you at a rapid pace. Making your legs shiver with the rush of being taken so roughly, and how your body submitted willingly to my demands. You moaned into my mouth while I had my lips pressed against yours tightly, looking me in the eye while you whimpered and begged to not stop whatever it is that we're doing now. My teeth having your skin be marked bright purple, just like the metro line we had found each other in. And as the days would go by, we wouldn't stop finding each other over and over again.