Curtis had been away on a monthlong work trip. It was the longest one his boss had ever sent him on. I was more than eager to see him when I arrived at the train station to pick him up. A month is a long time when you’re the kind of couple we are. We finish each other’s sentences, do everything together and fuck nearly every day. Don’t forget the fucking. Four weeks of going without had me on edge.

When I walked into the enormous station, I looked at the board, saw his train was listed as “delayed” and groaned out loud.

The weather had officially turned from chilly to cold, and I texted him with numb fingers: “It says there’s a 20 minute delay.”

He quickly responded, “I know. So close and yet so far. I’ll be there soon. I’m ready to put my hands all over you.”

Taking a seat on a hard wooden bench, I found those words alone had sparked my arousal.

“I want you so bad. Like so, so bad,” I typed.

He told me, “Soon. We might not even make it home. Smack that pussy for me.”

I felt heat bloom in my cheeks, and I laughed in spite of myself.

“Smack my pussy? Now? Here!?”

“Yep. Right there. Right now.”

The warmth in my flushed face had spread to my neck and chest—and even lower to my cunt. I looked around at the sleepy, bored strangers surrounding me, leaned back on the bench and gave my mound a quick smack with my hand. My jeans muffled it, but still, the danger of being discovered was enough to make my cunt grow seriously wet inside.

“OK,” I typed.

“You did it?”

I answered with trembling fingers: “I did.”

I could almost feel him smile.

“There’s my good girl,” he answered.

My body shivered, and my nipples spiked. I’d heard him say that to me in a hundred different ways after hundreds of different sexual encounters. But it always turned me on.

I eagerly awaited his next message and was shocked to see him write, “Now pinch your nipples. I know they’re hard. I know you’re turned on.”

I looked around and answered, “There are people here, you know.”

“Yeah, I know …Do it.” 

I obeyed without another second of hesitation. I put my phone in my lap, slid my hands up my sweater and let my coat shield me slightly. I gave another quick glance at the utterly oblivious folks around me, and I pinched my nipples. The nubs were more sensitive than I’d thought they’d be. I let out a soft hiss when I manhandled them.

It was late in the evening, and not a single person there was paying attention to me. But I was still excited by their presence and the chance of getting caught.

The sensation of pinching pain had traveled from my tits to my pussy. I shifted restlessly on the bench. God, I wanted Curtis’ cock inside me. I wanted a big hug and a long fuck. In that order.

“Done,” I texted.

Somehow even on the screen the word suggested a breathlessness.

“Good girl,” he repeated. Then he added, “The train’s moving. Be there soon.”

Excitement buzzed through me. He would finally be home!

The station’s robotic announcer told me when his train had arrived, and I made my way to the gate. I saw a wave of weary-looking commuters walking up the stairs and waited for Curtis to appear. All of a sudden, there he was, crushing my body against his, while his two bags sat at our feet.

He cupped the back of my head and gave me the longest, deepest kiss we’d ever shared. Then he snagged his luggage and told me, “Come on.”

I followed him, walking past the fast food stations, the deserted shoeshine stand and a sit-down restaurant that was closed for the night.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Shh, just trust me,” he said over his shoulder.

He guided me up a short flight of steps, past a large swath of plastic sheeting and into an area clearly being renovated. Then he dropped his bags, pushed me to the wall and kissed me like his life depended on it.

“There’s no way I can make it home after a month apart and that text conversation,” he confessed.

He yanked down my yoga pants and underwear. Then he was kneeling before me with his mouth latching onto my pussy and his tongue touring my slit.

I pushed my hands into his hair and humped his face, bumping my pussy against his lips. I rode the waves of bliss from mere excitement to a thrilling orgasmic peak. I did my best to stifle my cries in case anyone was nearby.

But there was more to come. Curtis wasn’t through. He pushed his fingers into my soaked pussy and fucked me with quick strokes. His mouth returned to my clit, and between the licking and the thrusting, I was right back on the cusp again.

He curled his fingers deep inside me. A month hadn’t faded his memory of where and how to touch me. His fingers moved inside me expertly, and he sucked my throbbing clit and flicked it with his tongue.

A second orgasm hit me, stealing my breath. I shuddered mightily, my knees going weak.

He stood quickly and turned me to face the wall. I braced myself with my forearms and let him kick away my pants and knock my legs into a wide stance. I briefly shut my eyes, feeling drunk with anticipation. I heard his belt buckle jingle and his zipper’s rasp.

Curtis moved in close behind me and slid his cock along my wet slit. I sighed upon feeling his erection caress my cunt lips. He pushed the tip of his rod into me, holding himself steady and teasing us both.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Then really feel me,” I said, practically sobbing with want.

He gave me another inch, advancing with maddening slowness. His breathing was harsh. One of his hands clenched my waist, the other my shoulder.

I reared back eagerly, trying to force him to fuck me, and I heard him laugh.

“Are you impatient?” he asked teasingly.

“Yes!” I squealed and then we both laughed. “After a month, I am very impatie—”

I didn’t get to finish the word because he thrust into me hard. The intensity of his movement lifted me up onto my tiptoes, and I hissed between my teeth. His cock stretched me and filled me in all the ways I’d fondly remembered. I shut my eyes again, rested my forehead against the wall, and rocked my body with him as he began to fuck me.

“What a spicy reunion,” he said in my ear.

Goose bumps sprang up along my back and shoulders. Inside my sweater, my nipples were hard and sensitive. My stomach flip-flopped at the danger of our coupling and the ferocity of our hunger for one another.

He thrust deep, and I moved with him, rocking forward slightly every time he plunged inward. His cock slid in and out of my swollen pussy at the perfect angle, making me shiver.

He was close to climaxing; I could feel it. I reached down and drew circles atop my still thumping clit with two fingers. Every revolution brought me closer to climax. He grabbed my hair in his hand, tugging it just enough to make me yelp.

“Fuck, that’s good. I missed you so much,” he said.

“Come in me,” I demanded. “Come inside me. Hurry!”

He groaned, spurred on by my urgency. His hips repeatedly bumped my ass as he pummeled me. Outside, there was a whistle, followed by the sound of a train lumbering down the tracks.

All around us were people arriving and departing. At any moment someone could have found us.

“Hurry!” I repeated.

He pushed on my back, bending me over further, so my ass reared back toward him. His rhythm had gotten hurried, more aggressive. He tugged my hair again, and I hissed. Then I squeezed my pussy tight around him as I worked my clitoris.

“Fuck,” he growled.

I felt his body grow rigid behind me, and I let go. I came with my lips pressed together, feeling him still moving in and out of my spasming cunt.

Shortly afterward, he came with a shuddering exhalation. I felt a rush of wetness inside me. I slumped against the wall, and he pulled back. I stood and rested my back on the drywall as he kissed me and his cream dripped down my thighs. His hand came up beneath my sweater to find one of my hard nipples. He tweaked it, and I gasped.

“Let’s go home,” I said. “For round two.”

“Not just yet,” he said. “Soon.”

He was back on his knees, pushing his fingers inside me again. A thick bundle of three digits this time. I moaned at the intrusion and the brush of his lips and tongue against my clit.

I didn’t fight it. It felt too good.

I buried my fingers in his hair, and it was my turn to tug. He grunted, and I couldn’t help but smile. His fingers curved inside me, working my G-spot.

I heard someone close by. Closer than I’d like, and I tried to pull away, but Curtis held me fast. He anchored my thighs with his big, warm hands—hands I had missed so much.

“Curtis, we have to go,” I whispered. “I think someone’s coming.”

He didn’t listen. He kept licking my pussy, working me into an anxiety-riddled froth. Again, I heard voices.

Overwhelmed, I blurted out, “Oh my God!”

Curtis chuckled, and the noise rumbled through my cunt and echoed in my body. Meanwhile, his fingers dove inside me once more, pressing and flexing.

Pleasure fueled by fear built inside me as I wondered if we were going to get caught.

He pushed deeper inside me, his fingers focusing on the places that elicited the most noise from me. He worked those spots until my legs trembled, and I stopped worrying about people and came.

As he rose, the lights in the area came on, and we both momentarily froze. Hurriedly, we put ourselves together, giggling like fools.

We rushed out past the plastic sheeting, just in time to pass two workmen on their way up.

“Hey!” one shouted. “You’re not allowed in there.”

“Sorry! We got lost,” Curtis replied.

He grabbed my hand, and we fled the scene with his luggage.