“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. You weren’t on the five seventeen.”
I felt so self-conscious. Stella just walked toward me and sat down, leaving very little space between us. The fabric of her uniform brushed against my leg and I could barely breathe.
“Lewis needed to switch. I took his night shift. Lucky for you, I guess.”
Her voice was like honey, seeping into my brain and making me swoon. It was not what I imagined it would be. It was better. She slid her hand over my leg, starting at the knee and working her way up. It was such a bold gesture, at least to me. I tried not to look stunned, but I don’t think I succeeded. Her hand stopped when it reached the top of my thigh, the hem of my skirt bunching a little under her fingers. I felt a surge of panic run through me, and I started to protest, even though I really didn’t want her to stop.
“Stella, what are you doing?”
She smiled and her demeanor was easy and calming.
“Something I think we both want. I realized if I waited for you to make the first move, I’d be waiting forever.”
Stella leaned closer to me, and my throat felt in danger of closing up. She continued talking, clearly ignoring my nervousness.
“You know, you should really be wearing panty hose under that skirt. It’s a little chilly tonight.”
Before I had the chance to say anything, she kissed me. Her lips were so soft I almost didn’t feel them at first. But her tongue was insistent, swirling into my mouth and taking my breath away. Her hand ran underneath my skirt this time, nudging my thighs apart, but she didn’t stop there. Her confident fingers kept moving upward until they rested dangerously close to my pussy, making me gasp. I thought she would stop, but she didn’t. Her fingers moved again, this time reaching my center and finding my panties wet.
“But you don’t feel chilly at all. In fact, you seem a little hot.”
Stella smiled and ran her finger between my cunt lips, pressing the cotton fabric against my sensitive skin. Her mouth was back on mine, as I urged my hips forward. She was teasing me, pulling away every time I tried to push harder against her hand. I could feel her smile under my lips, knowing she was driving me crazy.
“Stand up.”
Stella’s voice echoed off the wall of the tram. The dark was pierced by the nearby streetlight, giving us just enough illumination to see each other. I stood and walked to the center of the car, resting my back against the pole busy commuters had hung on to all day. She dropped down in front of me, her knees touching my feet. I could barely see the blue of her eyes in the dark. Her hands traced up my thighs, under my skirt and began to tug my panties down. I stepped out of them, moving slowly on my heavy legs. Starting at my knee, Stella’s tongue meandered up toward my pussy. I tried to push my hips forward toward her mouth, but she continued on, licking down my other leg. Again, I could feel the smile on her lips, her amusement at my torture. Her fingers found my pussy lips, now naked.
“Stella.”
It was all my mind could manage at that moment. The rest of my thoughts were too jumbled to express. Her thumb pressed my clit, a single finger sliding inside me and pulling all the way back out. She reached her hand to her mouth and licked her finger. A tiny gasp escaped my lips while I watched her. She looked sexier than any woman I had ever seen, even with the ugly uniform hugging her frame. Her moist finger slid back inside me and again came all the way out. While she thrust slowly, she continued to tease the tip of my clit with her soaking wet thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure. Over and over she plunged her finger inside me and left me empty again. I was practically whimpering for her to speed up, but she kept things at her pace.
“Do you want me to lick that sweet pussy? Is that what all the fuss is about up there?”
She knew exactly what I wanted and yet still didn’t give it to me. I didn’t think I could manage to say the words out loud, but looking at her face, I knew she wouldn’t continue without them.
“Yes. Please, Stella. Lick my pussy. Stop teasing me.”
She smiled up at me, as she thrust two fingers into my weeping cunt. Finally, after several more agonizingly slow strokes, I felt the warm tip of her tongue wash over me, my clit throbbing at the contact. Her lips closed over my tender flesh, tugging my clit to rapt attention. Her fingers kept moving inside me, the sounds of my moans filling the empty tramcar. My knees felt like they were ready to give out, so I reached above my head for the handle to steady myself. Her hand held my hip and I let her control everything. She moved me slow, then fast, her fingers furious one minute and plodding the next. Two fingers became three, then four, stretching me open farther than I had been in months. I could hear her moaning into my cunt, the hum of her lips driving me absolutely mad. Her hand left my hip and I watched as she unzipped her uniform and reached into her own panties.
My orgasm was building inside me, but Stella seemed to know that I was close. She backed off, leaving me restless and edgy. Her fingers were out of my body, their absence teasing and tormenting my empty pussy. As suddenly as she was gone, she was back inside me, and I nearly screamed. Her tongue attacked me, rubbing over my clit so fast I could barely keep standing. The heat, the explosion of pleasure crashed over me so quickly, I wasn’t ready for it. Stella was relentless, keeping me coming longer than I ever had before. I didn’t think it was ever going to stop, and I didn’t want it to. As far as I was concerned, Stella could keep me like this all night.
Car lights streamed over me and brought me back to reality. The spell was momentarily broken, and I collapsed onto the seat closest to me, unable to stand for another second.
Stella sat on the floor, staring at my still twitching body. I felt her hand sweep over my sweaty thigh, sending an aftershock up my spine. Finally, I composed myself and sat up, staring at Stella. She stood right in front of me, removing her uniform completely. Her silk panties were visibly wet, as she moved her pussy closer to my face. I reached out to touch her soft, tender thigh, the heat of her skin overwhelming me. I looked up at her face and saw her blue eyes burning into me.
“You still need to pay for your trip.”
She smiled, her too-perfect teeth still shining in the dark. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her thong and slid it down to her ankles. The dark tangle of hair that covered her pussy was matted and wet. I looked up at her blue eyes and smiled. She pulled my mouth close to her pussy, and I could smell her sex, raw and pungent. I heard her voice one last time before I began licking her hot pussy.
“There are no free rides, you know.”
SNAPSHOT
A. D. R. Forte
I see her on the beach at sunset, a portrait against the backdrop of a tropical sea and a sky on fire: long hair, down to her waist; one arm raised, holding a wide-brimmed hat in place; T-shirt flapping around lean hips as she watches the light burn into the sea.
I could walk away with my picture and tell any story I want, make her into anything I desire. In another place, I would.
But here on a distant beach, I gamble on the preposterous because I’ll never see her again.
Sand tries to trap my steps, but I stumble across it anyway. I apologize for my intrusion, for my forwardness. I don’t know if she understands me, or even if she speaks English. It could as easily be Dutch or French or Spanish. She looks at me with old eyes in a young face and I hurry to find words, try not to stumble over them or replace them with others that are meaningless and safe.
Not that I can think of anything appropriately mindless to say—not here, where even laughter means more than sound.