Reunión en el último tren

I watched her from across the car, and everything inside me clenched with that familiar warmth. We hadn't spoken in two weeks after that stupid fight, but this morning she'd texted out of nowhere: "Let's ride home together." Now we were sitting in a nearly empty train car late in the evening, and between us hung that kind of tension that makes it hard to breathe.

"You still mad?" Anna asked quietly, adjusting her thin blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly.

"No," I said, not taking my eyes off her lips. "Just... missed you."

She stood up slowly and moved over to sit beside me. Our knees touched. In the dim light of the car, her eyes glistened. I felt her breath quicken as my palm settled on her thigh over the light summer dress. Anna didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her legs just a little, letting my fingers slide higher.

"Someone could walk in..." she whispered, but there was no fear in her voice—only arousal.

"Then we'll be quiet," I answered, leaning closer. My lips brushed her neck, and she let out a soft sigh, tilting her head back.

Her skin smelled of her familiar perfume and a light sheen of sweat from the hot day. I slowly unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, revealing a lace bra. Her nipples were already hard little nubs beneath the thin fabric. Anna bit her lip when I ran my thumb over one of them. Her hand found my knee and crept upward until it covered my already stiff cock through my pants.

"He's so hot..." she breathed, squeezing gently. "I haven't felt you inside me in so long."

I unzipped the side of her dress, and the fabric obediently slipped off her shoulders. Anna lifted her hips so I could pull it all the way off. Now she sat in just her underwear, in a half-empty train car, where only the occasional streetlight outside the window lit her body. My fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. She was already soaking wet. I eased one finger into her hot slit, feeling her walls clench around it.

"Oh... deeper," she whispered, pressing into me. Her breathing turned ragged.

I added a second finger, moving them slowly inside while my thumb circled her swollen clit. Anna began to rock her hips, riding my hand. Her tits rose and fell faster and faster. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. She let out a quiet moan, gripping my hair.

"I want you now..." she breathed into my ear. "Right here."

I unzipped my pants. My cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. Anna turned to face me, climbed on top, and pushed her panties to the side. She lowered herself slowly, taking me all the way in. We both froze at the feeling. Her pussy was hot, wet, and impossibly tight after so long apart.

"God, that feels so good..." she exhaled, starting to move slowly. Her hands rested on my shoulders while mine gripped her firm ass, helping set the rhythm.

The train swayed gently on the tracks, and the motion blended with ours. I pushed into her deep and smooth, feeling her juices run down over my balls. Anna pressed her face into my neck to muffle her moans. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone with every movement.

"I love you so much..." she whispered between breaths. "Don't fight with me anymore..."

"I won't," I said, quickening my thrusts. "Only like this... only with you."

I flipped her over, laying her back on the seat. Now I was on top. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I fucked her harder, but still tenderly, watching her tits bounce with each stroke. My fingers found her clit again and started working it fast.

Anna arched her back, her eyes rolling back. I felt her pussy start to pulse hard around my cock.

"I'm... gonna cum..." she gasped, her voice shaking.

Her body convulsed in orgasm. She bit my arm to keep from screaming. That feeling pushed me over the edge too. I drove in a few more deep strokes and came inside her, flooding her with a hot rush of cum. We froze, breathing heavy.

Afterward, I carefully lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms. We stayed silent, listening to the clatter of the train wheels and our breathing slowly settling. Her fingers traced soft patterns on my chest. Outside, dark fields rushed past. In that moment, no words were needed. Just the warmth of her body, the smell of our closeness, and the quiet beat of her heart next to mine.

"Home?" I asked softly after a long while.

"Home," she answered, pressing closer. And we both smiled in the dim light of the car.