There wasn’t much time. The train was ready to leave. She could hear the hissing, like an impatient animal. The doors were about to close.

“Don’t go,” she said, holding him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair. His hand wandered to her ass. She shimmied against him. He pulled her close.

She could feel him, hard beneath his pants. So hard and full.

“You know I want to stay,” he said. “You know I can’t. If I had my phone, maybe I could—”

She hushed him with her lips while pressing hard against him, against the pressure of his cock. “I’m sure it will turn up,” she said.

“But we looked everywhere.”

“If only we were naked,” she whispered. “If only you were in me now, fucking me.”

He was squeezing her bottom. Squeezing it rhythmically in time to his pressing.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Fucking me. Harder now. Harder.”

She was exhaling, panting. Panting as if she were being fucked. It was starting. She could feel the delicious throb. He was coming.

“That’s it, baby,” she crooned. “That’s good. Give it to me. Give me all you got.”

He slumped, his shoulders sagging. She slipped a quick hand down the front of his trousers, into the stickiness. “Mmmm, baby,” she said, bringing her hand out and to her lips. “So good. So much.”

“I guess I’d better—” he said.

“Yes, baby.” She dabbed his nose with was left on her fingertips. “Yes, you go now.”

She watched him shuffle onto the train. She watched the train pull out of the station. She gave a sad little wave. Then she opened her handbag, pulled out the cell phone, and snapped it open. Three missed calls, all from that little bitch. She deleted them and tapped out a message in reply.

Sorry I missed your calls honey but work has been unreal. I’m on the last train and missing you so much. I’m texting cuz the sound of yr voice would prolly make me cum in my pants like a horny teenager. I can’t wait to get home and fuck you to the moon and back. C U SOON!

She hit send, snapped the phone shut, and tossed it onto the tracks.