As soon as she left, my pants hit the floor. Immediately. Partially because I felt the intense need to get off, and partially because she wanted me to. Commanded me to. I was rock hard in a matter of seconds. Smelling her on me. Feeling the sting of my nipples. Freshly bitten. I had to suck the cuff of my jacket because I wanted to taste her more. The feeling is intoxicating. It consumes me. I had to go for it. Hard. Two hands. Working myself. Eyes closed thinking about how amazing it's going to be when it's her body on top of mine. Needing her, but knowing that she wants me to feel like this. To be left lacking. In a frenzied state. Desperate for her touch. It became too much. I erupted. All over my hand, wrist and shirt. Had to go to the bathroom to clean it all off. And as she reads this, she might be getting on the train, and she'll probably feel the mess left behind from all the times she squirted on me. I hope that it fills her mind with wonderful, lascivious thoughts.