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She sat quietly on the bench, the chill night wind twisting locks of blonde hair and tangling them. Her head burried in a book, eyes fixed on the page she was barely aware of someone sitting next to her. Unaware of eyes watching her, noting the way the harsh lights of the train station picks up the gleaming gold of tangled hair, pale skin, flushed cheeks, full lips trembling slightly as she shivers in the cold.
He sprawls on the cold bench, long legs spread infront of him, booted feet flat against the cracked pavement, denim covered thigh barely touching the red and black skirt that brushes her knees. He watches her, blue eyes taking in the bowed head, blunt cut nails dark red against the white pages as she reads. He shifts, taking up more room on the bench, pressing against her and smiling as she looks up. Grey eyes questioning as she looks at him, smiling in responce to his slow grin, taking in the touseled blonde hair sticking up at angles, the dark blonde stubble shadowing his jaw and his sleepy smiling eyes.
The next ten minutes is spent in quiet conversation, the book forgotten in her hand, smiles and glances making promises and asking questions. The train pulls up and together they board, long denin legs blocking her into the seat, a rough hand resting lightly on a skirt clad knee. She ducks her head shly, hair falling accross her blushing face and slowly, gently he pushes the strands behind her ear, leaning in and whispering to her.
A few stops later they get off and tugging her down to a bench he leans in and kisses her, a hand either side of her face he slwoly strokes his fingers along her cheeks, toungue teasing hers as he shifts, keeling on the bench while her hands twine about his neck. People walk past them but all that matters is the heat building and the expectation. Drawing one caloused finger along the edge of her top he smiles lazily and pulls her to her feet. Grinning back at him she turns and pulls him out of the train station, laughing at something he says, briefly wondering his name before he leans down and kisses her again, pressing against her, arousal hard against her stomach and his name is unimportant as one hand trails down her back and arse pressing her against him.
Less than an hour after meeting the two are locked in a deep embrace, as he presses her against a tree trunk both ignore the cars going past and the people who's noise barely intrudes. The slight awareness that they are not alone adds spice to the already torrid encounter as he moves his lips lower, biting at her throat and smiling against her skin as she shivers, knowing full well by the heat of her skin she is no longer cold.
Arching back against the tree, eyes half closed, lips parted she watches people hurry past. Some stare, others overt their eyes, uncomfortable at such a public display of lust as his mouth moves ever closer to the edge of her top, one hand strokng over the full breasts and down low over her belly, the other braced by her head on the tree trunk.
No longer shy, turned on by the visability and by the stranger who is slowly drawing his tongue over the swell of her breasts, teasing under the edge of the cloth she runs a hand through his hair and fisting it draws his head up for a kiss. Long and deep they kiss, she widens her stance, allowing him to push a thigh between hers, forcing her skirt to ride up a few inches revealing more nylon clad leg.
Breathless they break apart and look at each other, whisperng into her ear he tells her he wants her on her back as he fucks her while people walk past, watching her as she wonders if they will be seen. Teasingly he rubs his jaw against the underside of her chin, scaping his stubble along the senistive skin and inresponce her nails dig into his shoulder and he laughs, the sound muffled in her shoulder.
Taking his hand she draws him down the path beside the road, shy again she ducks her head away and he runs a finger along the black of her neck, the rough calouses catching against her soft hair. Coming to a grass verge she pulls him down the bank into the darkness of the trees, where the security fence to the warehouse beside the road made the shadows darker.
Both drop to their knees on the cold ground, she entwines her arms around his neck and he pushes her back, one hand cupping her breast, the other on her thigh, sliding up under her skirt as he pushes her to her back on the slope. Beneath him now he kisses her, tongue going deep as he rubs her body with his, both hands stroking.
The noise of the busy road just feet away is ignored, as is the laughing, talking group that walk past just outside of of the shadows they hide in. Pulling down her top he pulls out her breasts, the cold air making her nipples harden and he makes a sound of apriaction at her pierced nipple. She wasnt so inocent as he thought he thinks as he bends down and takes the metal and hard flesh into his hot mouth, moving the hand not under her skirt across her mouth as she quietly crys out at the wet contact. They both pause a second and he glances up the slope to see if they have been seen and though there are people about, just feet away none look down at them as he goes back to flicking his tongue over her.
Pushing her knees apart he settles himself into the v of her body, his thighs forcing hers wider as he rubs up against her, pulling her skirt to her waist and running a finger along the seam of her hold ups before rubbing her through her panties. Her skin glowing in the moonlight and shadows, pale against her black clothing, and his dark denim. The noise of the traffic fades into the back ground as she arches against his hand, sliding one hand through his blonde hair, the length long enough to enable her to twist it around her fingers as her palm cups the side of his face, urging him closer to her breast, as he kisses around the soft globe, grazing teeth against the goose bumped flesh.
With her free hand she slides it under the collar of his jacket and tshirt, curling her fingers inwards and lightly clawing the back of his neck while sliding a tongue over the palm of the hand keeping her quiet. He laughs against her skin, moving over honey sented softness, licking as he switches breasts. The cold air on hot wet skin causing more goose bumps to appear as she nips at his hand, gasping as his rough fingers slide into wet heat.
Taking his hand from her mouth he pulls her free hand between their bodies, placing it against the strained fly of his jeans. Rubbing against the strained material she fumbles for the button one handed
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