The Metro

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by mandtae

He stared at her. She was beautiful - no, perfect. She was not wearing a bra,

and the sensual shape of her breasts showed clearly through her tight white

tank top. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was only 15 feet in front of him,

twice his size, with one hand on her hidden hip, proudly displaying her torso for

all to see. Many people walked past, but they didn't see.

He had stopped to look. Only he understood her. Only he truly admired her beauty.

The ad designers had done something unexpected. They had cropped her

so that only the bottom half of her face showed on the ad. Without eyes to draw

his attention, he had focussed on the two subtle, but distinctive

rounded shapes on her chest. A train rushed to a stop in front of him. Commuters

scurried on and off as he frowned - they were blocking his view. He waited

patiently for the train to leave and was excited to see his beauty again.

Her nose was small and delicate; her lips were slightly parted. She looked as if she

were calling him. She was definitely not selling whatever the rest of the ad was

talking about. Her tits had nothing to do with Canon, but he dubbed her Canon

Girl nonetheless. Canon Girl should be his lover. He deserved a woman like her.

Girls like her should be coming to his house and asking to be part of his harem.

But they weren't.

He wanted to fuck her. He would take her to his house. She would be wearing

her sexy white top. He would feel her soft tits through her shirt. She would moan

as he slowly tweaked her digitally removed nipples. She must have had huge nipples,

sticking out through her shirt, so they had edited them out. Huge nipples that he

would take between his lips, nibble on, and lick to erection. Huge nipples

that darkened to the color of rich caramel against her fair skin when she flushed

with pleasure from his expert manipulation. She was helpless under his spell,

enraptured by his masterful tongue and experienced fingers.

Another train whizzed by, interrupting his pleasurable interlude. He

glanced at the subset of humanity that swept past him.

None paid any attention to him. They were on their way home, to their

wives, their husbands, their mistresses, their lovers, but none of them had

someone as hot as his Canon Girl.

Her shape, just simply her shape could invoke such madness in him. He

imagined the rest of her body as nothing less than perfect. Pressed against him, her skin

would feel warm and smooth. Her skin was smoother than silk panties as he

caressed her back and kissed the secret part where her neck met her chest. She

melted in his arms, let him take her away. He laid her down on the sofa, wiped the

strands of hair away from her eyes. Her eyes were deep and brown.

They looked up at him with complete surrender, "I am yours," her eyes said. He

answered her call with a soft kiss on the forehead. He moved to her neck, ran his

tongue from the nape of her neck to her ear, and he bit softly on the earlobe. He

moved his loving lips down the middle of her body, paying special attention to

her belly button. Her belly was soft, not completely flat, but slightly rounded and

very, very sexy. He could tell that from the picture, from the way her shirt

convexed below the shadow of her breasts.

How did they find her? Could he find her? If he wandered the streets

long enough, looking for a fair-skinned, black-haired girl with full, pouty, lips and

amazing B-cup breasts, probably Asian and very hot, would he find her? He

could tell a lot from those lips, the only part of her face he could see aside from

her pretty little nose. They told him she was needy. She enjoyed attention. She

was not one to talk to, but one to listen to. That was alright - he didn't talk

much anyway. And of course she had other uses for her lips. He would

ask her to do it, and she would gladly sit on the couch while he stood in front of

her. Her slow, slender hands caressing his balls as her tongue explored

the underside of his cock. He concentrated on the feeling of warmth and wetness

as he held her head between his hands, moving his hips back and forth in a

slow ecstasy. As he advanced, she loosened her jaw and pressured the underside of

his penis with her tongue. As he retreated, she squeezed her lips around

him, just like he had taught her. She made it feel so good he didn't want to stop,

so he slowed down. She instantly understood and leaned over to take one of his

sensitive balls in her mouth. She playfully moved his left ball around in her mouth

and lightly stroked his cock while he stroked her hair and told her

she was a good girl. Then, he urged her head back to his cock. He was

ready. His Canon Girl sucked as she knew she could, as she knew he liked. He

moved faster, his blood rushing to his penis, engorging it to an almost

uncomfortable hardness.

Another train. Fuck! Why couldn't all these people leave him alone? He

stood rooted to his position in utter frustration while the storm died down and the

train slid away from the platform.

Finally, he had his girl back. She was still pouting, still in that defiant pose,

hand on hip, daring the passers-by to take a peek. It wasn't fair that some people

could be so much more beautiful than everyone else. Who was the man who got to

fuck her? He stared at her tits. They were right at eye-level. They seemed

to come out towards him, seemed to beckon him: come closer, come closer, touch me.

He could be so much better for her than all those other guys. He would unbutton

her jeans and slide them down her slender hips. He would worship her skinny

legs, her tired feet. He started by massaging the balls of her feet, rubbing the

space between each of her toes, one by one. He wrapped his hand around her calf,

kneading the stiffness from her tired muscles. She had worked all day, standing in

different poses - her knees needed careful kissing. He dragged a finger from her

knee, along her inner thigh, and stopped right before her white cotton underwear.

Her long legs spread open, encouraging his brazen advances. He repeated his

action on the other side and followed several times with his tongue, always

stopping in the musty corner between her leg and her most private place. Finally,

he kissed the patch of cloth that stood between him and his ultimate goal. She

moaned in pleasure as he kissed it again, less tenderly this time, to let her know

what he meant to do. He reached to her waist and began to pull on her panties. Inch

by inch, he exposed her hidden skin, kissing and licking at

will. He stopped for a moment to rub his cheek in the luxurious, jet-black and

wonderfully soft pubic hair, catching her aroma. It was the distinct smell of

a woman who is ready to be fucked. In a swift movement, he pulled the garment

all the way off her legs, and she moaned in appreciative anticipation of what

was soon to come.

He tenderly kissed her outer lips, each side in turn, and the top and the

bottom, near her asshole. Then he planted his tongue at the bottom, and lightly

pulled it up to the top. He repeated the action, this time with more force, making

her squeak with pleasure. He forced his tongue into her as far as he could and

moved up and took her protruding clitoris between his lips. He could taste

her natural lubrication and pushed his index finger into her, warm and slippery.

He pulled his finger partly out and then pushed in another, then forced in a third.

He continued to pull on her clit with his lips. She screamed as he bit into it. It

was time now, she was ready.

"Excuse me sir."

She was ready, so ready, and she wanted his cock.

"Excuse me sir, but you can't stay here"

He was already naked, he only had to remove his fingers and replace

them... what the fuck?

"Sir, I'm sorry, but no loitering allowed."

Loitering? He was confused. He was fucking Canon Girl, who the fuck

was talking? Canon Girl doesn't care about loitering.

"You're going to have to move on out."

He snapped, "What?! Move on out? Can't a man appreciate a woman in

peace, I like it here, I'm stayin'." He didn't even turn to look at the youngster who

was accosting him. "Move on out, hmph! The nerve of some people." He added

under his breath.

"I don't want to have to call security."

"You don't hafta call nobody, I'm a free man and I wanna stand here,

can't you see that?" But he was already weakening in his resolve. He was used to

this sort of thing, it happened nearly everywhere he went.

"I'm sorry. Listen, don't you have any family to go to or something? I

know you don't want to go back to the streets. Have you tried to go to a shelter?"

Why did people always ask him about family? Of course he had

family, but maybe he didn't want to see them anymore.

"All right, I'll 'move on out,' but it ain't cause you tol' me so. I'm ti'ed a'

this place." It was over, he didn't want to argue. Canon Girl was reduced to a

wisp of memory in his recent past. He turned to leave, grumbling about the

unfairness of Metro regulations.

As he rode the escalator to the ground floor level, he glanced back once

more at his lover, wrapped his threadbare coat tightly around him, and tucked his

head into his collar before he strode back into the cold, dark streets.