I had been in London to go to an interview, it had gone okay and I was looking forward to getting home. As I arrived at the station I heard the dreaded words, “There are delays on arrivals and departures……Due to blah, blah, blah. Please refer to boards regularly for more information.” I didn’t listen to or hear the entire message. Sod it; this was not what I needed. I resigned myself to a long wait. Al l the departure and arrival boards cleared and there was no information on any of them. “Oh well “I thought “I might as well get a cup of coffee.” I sat in the window of the coffee bar on the concourse, perched on one of those high seats, so that I could see the departure boards just in case by some miracle the train I wanted would magically appear on the board. I sat nursing my coffee and thinking on how the interview had gone, I must have been deep in my thoughts because I didn’t hear someone speaking to me, “Would you mind if I take this seat?” I looked sideways to see a well dressed guy, nice suit and tie, mid forties, quite nice looking, looking at me inquisitively. “Oh sorry, I was miles away” I said “please do.” He sat down and stared out of the window in that detached ‘I’m sitting with you but your not there’ style adopted by the travelling public in London. We both sat staring at the departure boards hoping that by staring at them they would miraculously start to show some signs of life. He averted his gaze from the boards looked at me and said, “I’m s‘posed to be in Aylesbury soon, in fact half an hour ago.” He glanced down at his watch. “I was hoping to get home a bit early” I replied. “Are you here for business or pleasure” he asked. “Probably call it business” I said “I’ve just been to a job interview” “What about you, why do you need to get to Aylesbury?” I asked. “Definitely business” he said “meeting clients or I was meeting clients” he sort of chuckled and looked at me straight into my eyes, “I thought I was being clever,” he continued “ I’d get a room near the station and travel by train as all my contacts are on this line or near it anyway.” “It’s not always like this, it’s usually okay; not the best, just okay.” I said. We sat chatting about something and nothing, what we did for living, the best time to travel and all the peculiar uninvolving things that strangers talk about. Nothing of our conversation was deep or meaningful. However on every reply he looked into my eyes attentively, like every word I was saying was being absorbed and was of interest to him. We sat and chatted and laughed and drank our coffees. And then it happened. Something clicked in my head and I put my hand on his thigh and my finger nails accidentally grazed his balls. He stopped talking for a moment and then he looked at me more intently and said, “Perhaps we’d better finish this conversation off in my room.” “I’d love to.” I replied. We walked out of the coffee shop across the concourse and to his room in the hotel. The hotel was just in front of the station. He took my hand in his as we walked, neither of us spoke, we just walked. We both knew what was coming. The hotel receptionist had that knowing look on his face as handed over the key. We got in the lift and without a word went up to his room. He opened the door and I went in first, I had my back to him. He caught me round the waist and hugged me from behind. His hands roamed up and down my body, gently stroking my breasts through my dress, then plunging down to my pussy and back up. He was breathing quite hard on my neck and I could feel his hard cock against my bottom. I turned round and started to unbuckle his trousers and lift his shirt. He slid my dress over my head and laid it on the chair. “We don’t want that to get too creased do we?” he said with a cheeky look on his face. He took his jacket, trousers and shirt off and he laid them over my dress on the chair. He stood there in his pants with the bulge of his cock poking out the fabric. I stroked the outline of his hard cock and took off his pants, revealing a nice cock, just big enough and nice looking. I gently squeezed his cock and he took down my knickers. We both stepped out of our knickers and pants. I wanted to suck his cock, to feel him in my mouth. He stroked my pussy, which was getting very wet and warm. He slipped a finger inside my wet pussy. I fondled his cock and balls, his balls had gone hard and I ran my finger nails round them. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. I wanted him to put his nice cock inside me and make me come. I wanted to make him come. I dipped down and licked the tip of his cock, I wanted to suck him. I took his cock in mouth and ran my tongue round the shaft and down to his balls. He looked down and groaned in appreciation I stood up and said, “Now fuck me.” I gently gripped his cock and led him over to the bed. I went down on all fours on the bed; I wanted him to fuck me from behind; long and hard from behind. I wanted to feel every inch of his cock up inside me. I wanted to feel his balls against my thighs. I felt his cock nudging against my sopping pussy. He held my waist and slipped his cock inside me. He groaned slightly and didn’t move. I moved my hips so that I could feel him moving inside me. He started thrusting, slowly at first then faster, then slower. He was enjoying my pussy and I was enjoying his cock in me. He thrust deeply and held his cock inside me; hunching over me he whispered, “Do you like being fucked by strangers?” “Oh yes” I replied and I squeezed his cock with my pussy. “Mmmmm” he groaned in appreciation. He started thrusting again; in and out, in and out. He slid his cock in and out of my sopping pussy as he stroked my back and kissed my neck and back. He slipped his hand round and stroked my nipples with the flat of his hand. He was good. I was coming and I felt every inch of his cock in pussy. “You’re very wet aren’t you?” he half whispered, half groaned. I squeezed his cock with my pussy in appreciation. I felt his cock harden and a flood of his come filled my pussy. My juice was already running down my thighs and his joined it. He sort of bear hugged me and fell on top of me in a controlled, satisfied, post coming way. He lay with his weight on my back for a moment and his cock slipped out of pussy. We rolled on to our sides and as he cuddled me, he gently stroked my tummy and thighs and nipples. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck; it was that intense breathing of someone concentrating and recovering to start again. He started to slide his cock against my bottom; I felt his cock slowly stiffen and then get hard again. I rubbed my buttocks against his hardening cock. His cock was slippery from our come and it felt good against my skin. I lifted my thigh and reached back and felt for his hard cock; I guided him into my pussy and he started to slowly fuck me again. I draped my thigh over his and he thrust inside me so deep I drew breath. I was panting and it felt so fucking good, my nipples hardened and stood up as he gently stroked them as he pushed his cock in my pussy. My boobs were rhythmically jiggling up and down with each thrust of his long, hard, cock. I was so wet and sensitive each inch of his cock registered in my pussy. “You love being fucked from behind don’t you?” he said. “It’s so I can do this…..” I said. I put my hand down between my legs and stroked his balls. He pushed up inside me and I felt his hard balls against my thigh and pussy. They brushed against my thigh with each length of his cock. He put his arm round me and stroked my clit making a circular movement with his fingers then he gently pinched my clit. I felt the tingle of a come stirring in my belly. I pushed back in an effort to get all of him inside me. His balls crushed against my sopping pussy, his fingers tickled my clit, he stroked my breasts and nipples. I was exploding with delicious sensations all over the inside and outside of my body, skin and pussy. His thrusts became more urgent and regular. I squeezed my pussy round his hard cock. “Mmm.” We both said as his cock slipped in and out of me. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Uh, Uh!” he chanted. I felt his cock go very hard then I felt the warm squirt of his come filling my pussy again. He pulled me closer to him with my back to him. I felt his chest pressing against me, rising and falling with his breathing. He put his arms round me and cuddled me. I felt his softening cock slip out of my pussy and slide against my thigh. I felt both our come trickling down my thigh and buttocks. “That was so good” he said. He kissed my neck and squeezed me. After what seemed an age in his arms he asked me, “Would you like a shower?” “Yes please, I’d love one.” I said He went into the bathroom and started to run the shower. We went into the cubicle together. The warm water felt good against my glowing skin. He soaped my back and rubbed my shoulders. I felt his hardening cock brush against my bottom. I reached back and guided his cock into my pussy. He slipped inside my pussy and began sliding in and out of me. The warm water cascaded down our bodies and between us as he pushed his cock in and out. He slowed down and cuddled me saying, “This is good but we have to stop I’ve got no more come left.” I turned around and cuddled him face-to-face; he looked half surprised and cuddled me back. I couldn’t resist giving his softening cock and balls an appreciative squeeze. We finished showering. He took the biggest towel and wrapped it round my shoulders. As we dried ourselves off he ordered coffee from room service. We both dressed, he did the clips on my dress up for me. I straightened his tie. We drank our coffee just looking at each other. He kept looking into my eyes. His gaze went right inside me; deep down to my pussy and back up to my eyes. We stood up and hugged. “Thank you, that felt so good.” I said. “It was good.” he replied, “Bloody good.” “See you then.” I said. “Probably not.” he replied as he opened the door. We stepped out into the hallway. I felt that frisson of having just been very naughty, having been beautifully fucked senseless, with a total stranger. We hadn’t even exchanged names. We went down in the lift together and walked back to the station concourse together. We held hands all the way back to the station. “I’m going this way.” he said, as we arrived near to where we had met and slipped his hand from mine. I watched him walk away. He turned glanced back and smiled at me. The earlier train problems had been sorted out. I walked down the platform and boarded my train. I found a seat and waited for the train to pull away from the station. A well dressed man in a suit sat in the seat opposite me. He put his takeaway coffee on the small table between us. He glanced at me and smiled. I looked back at him and he said, “It’s nice to see someone smiling on one of these things.” I must have had a satisfied, ‘just been fucked’ smug smile on my face. He looked into my face again and then deep into my eyes. Judging by the lump slowly forming in his trousers he knew why I was smiling.