Finally Colin spoke, ‘So; do we have a deal?’
Without any pause Chloe said, ‘No deal, do what you like, you can even keep them as a souvenir.’
Colin tutted and said, ‘you do disappoint me, this place will go up like a roman candle and all your belongings with it; pictures, books, everything,’ Colin laughed, ‘Chloe; you’ll never be the same again.’
‘I don’t care,’ she screamed, ‘do what the fuck you like you sick twisted motherfucker,’ Chloe disconnected the call. A single tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.
‘What did he say?’ Dan asked.
Chloe shook her head, ‘Not now Dan.’
Dan reached out for her and she moved into his arms; welcoming his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and said, ‘It’ll be okay I promise, whatever he said; I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t be Dan, don’t ever be sorry; it wasn’t your fault. Let’s get out of here and catch that train.’
Chloe switched her phone off and dropped it back into her bag.
They got out of the car. The sun was almost up and it looked like it was going to be a sunny day with very little cloud cover.
Chloe thought about what Colin had said; how she would never be the same again, that he had the power to destroy her, as if he was saying he could manipulate her into fear. For one fleeting moment she began to panic at the loss of her flat and then she smiled as a thought flickered across her mind’s eye and she looked at Dan and said, ‘Bullshit.’
‘What is?’ Dan asked.
‘Nothing, just thinking,’ Chloe gripped Dan’s hand tightly and said, ‘Come on, it’s almost six, if we’re quick we can catch the quarter past to London.’
They walked quickly into the residential area and Dan let her guide him towards the train station.
They made good time and got to the station with five minutes to spare. With cash Dan bought two tickets to London and they walked out onto the platform. There were about a dozen people lined up along the platform, all waiting for the same train; commuters ready to head into the capital for work.
A few men cast glances at Chloe; giving her the once over with appraising eyes. Dan felt conspicuous standing with Chloe, to him their age difference was obvious and he was still at the stage of feeling a little ashamed. Chloe wasn’t though and she made it clear that she was with him by wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a long, lingering kiss. Dan realised that they both stood out like proverbial sore thumbs; the commuters in their muted greys and blacks, Dan in his jeans and stained jumper, Chloe looking like a supermodel.
Chloe whispered in his ear, ‘An attractive woman keeps giving you the eye.’
‘Don’t be silly Chloe, they’re all looking at you, you stand out from everyone around you, you have a certain radiance.’
Chloe giggled, ‘The men may be ogling me but unless that woman’s a lesbian it’s you she’s obviously interested in. Look for yourself.’
Dan looked in the direction that Chloe indicated and he saw a pretty woman in her thirties looking at him. She smiled at him and then looked away to study a poster of forthcoming attractions to a London theatre.
‘Maybe,’ he conceded.
‘Maybe my arse; you’re a handsome man and I’m very lucky to have you.’
‘They probably all think I’m a pervert, in the cold light of day our age difference is obvious.’
‘Probably but I really don’t care,’ Chloe kissed him again and her tongue licked his bottom lip, ‘Do you?’
Dan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, ‘After all the shit I’ve been through, being shot and chased? The last thing I care about right now is what people might think.’ His hands moved down her hips and he squeezed her ass playfully through her skirt.
Chloe snuggled into him and breathed his scent; earthy and strong, she liked it, it made her feel safe.
Dan was about to ask her again what had been said on the phone but right then the London train pulled into the station; in a loud burst of hydraulics the great diesel engine came to a stop, the doors hissed open and people began to get on.
Dan and Chloe got on at the nearest door, he quickly found them a seat but Chloe pushed him on down the aisle, ‘Keep going, let’s find a more secluded spot, we need to talk and we don’t want to be overheard.’
Dan agreed and followed Chloe down the aisle. They walked down the carriage and through the automatic doors into the next one. The carriage was half filled and Chloe continued to the next carriage and Dan followed; he divided his time between watching her swinging hips and the movements of her ass and the various male passengers that watched her as she passed by them. Dan smiled, knowing full well the effect that her open sexuality had on the male species.
They passed through three more carriages until Chloe found one that she was happy with, there was only one commuter on this carriage; a middle aged man sat about a third of the way down the carriage, his head slumped sideways against the window; he looked to be fast asleep. At this time of the morning Dan knew how the man must have felt, Dan could never see the sense behind commuting for hours every day to go to a job that chances were you didn’t enjoy. Dan hoped the financial rewards were worth the man’s obvious exhaustion.
Chloe looked around the carriage, ‘This’ll do,’ she took a seat by a window and Dan sat next to her; and stretched his legs out. They were six seats up from the tired commuter.
The train pulled out of the station. The door at the end of the carriage hissed open and a Nigerian ticket inspector started up the aisle; he ignored the slumbering man and stopped by Dan and Chloe.
‘Tickets please.’
Dan handed the two tickets to the inspector.
‘Thank you sir,’ the Nigerian punched the tickets after inspecting the destination printed on each orange card. He did not look at Chloe. Dan saw a gold wedding band on the young man’s finger and Dan guessed that he was too in love to notice Chloe.
‘We’ll be arriving at Paddington in seventy minutes.’
‘Thanks,’ Dan replied as he took back the tickets.
The inspector tipped his cap at Chloe, ‘Miss,’ and then continued on down the carriage and exited into the next compartment.
Dan turned to Chloe, ‘So; what was said on the phone?’
Chloe shrugged her shoulders, the movement made her breasts rise and fall beneath the see-through top, ‘Colin made it clear that I was now as much a target as you.’
‘Fuck, you should have given me the phone.’
‘What would that have achieved?’
Dan rubbed at his forehead, ‘I don’t know,’ he coughed, ‘you know; your flat’s probably been trashed.’
Chloe closed her eyes. ‘Actually, he said he was going to torch it.’
‘Ah fuck, why didn’t you tell me?’
Chloe turned in her seat; facing him and crossed her legs, the movement exposed her thigh through the opened zip on one side. ‘There’s nothing you or I could have done, and besides, that’s in the past now.’
The train pulled into another small station. A few people got on the train; but not onto their carriage.
Chloe turned in her seat and looked down the carriage at the older man; he was still slumped against the window.
She sat back down and started to unzip several zippers on her skirt.
‘What are you doing?’ Dan asked.
Chloe shook her head, ‘Nothing.’
The train started up and soon the countryside was flashing by in a blur of blended greens and browns.
‘It’s twenty minutes until the next station,’ Chloe said.
‘Okay,’ he replied. Dan didn’t care when the next station was, all he wanted was to get to London; and from there to Hertford; he wanted answers.
Chloe continued to unzip her skirt, one by one and Dan wondered what she was playing at.
‘When I was talking to Colin he said something to me.’
‘What was that, you can tell me,’ Dan replied
as he ran his fingers through his hair.
‘He said that I would never be the same again,’ Chloe stood up and began to unzip the zippers that covered her ass, ‘I think that he thinks he has us on the run.’
‘Well; he has,’ Dan replied, his eyes following her hands as she worked on her skirt.
‘More than that though I got the impression that he thinks he’s in control, that we won’t be able to function properly; like he’s some kind of puppet master pulling our strings, controlling us; what we do, what we think.’
Chloe finished with the zips and Dan could see that her skirt did indeed look like a hula-skirt; albeit one made of metal rather than straw.
‘Well that’s total bullshit,’ Chloe continued, ‘He may well have us on the run at the minute, but no one is master of me; least of all him.’ Chloe sounded determined; her voice full of grit and Dan felt a fresh wave of respect for her.
Chloe glanced at the sleeping man; he was still dreaming. Chloe stepped closer to Dan and straddled him, her legs both side of his and sat on his lap.
‘What do you think you’re doing Chloe?’ Dan asked.
‘Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to fuck you.’
Dan went to push her off of him but she stopped him in his tracks with the fiery look in her eyes.
‘Chloe!’
‘If you have any feelings for me Dan then you won’t try to stop me, I need to do this; to prove to Colin I’m in control of my actions; not him.’
‘There are other ways of doing that.’
‘Maybe, but this is the only way I know. You don’t know what he said, what he was doing; how he made me feel inside,’ Chloe said. She stroked his face with her right hand, her palm flat against his cheek, her fingers resting lightly over his eyes, ‘I need this Dan; okay?’
‘What if we’re caught? We’re not alone here.’
Crazy.
‘The old guy’s asleep, and so what if we’re caught, it’s not as if the ticket inspector will shoot us. Now just shut the hell up; okay?’
Dan couldn’t think of anything to say, he slumped back in his seat and nodded his head.
Chloe smiled at him and lowered her face to his ear and whispered, ‘Thank you.’
Chloe unbuttoned his jeans, her hand slid inside his boxers and curled around his hardening cock. She pulled her hand back; his cock springing free.
Chloe traced her fingers over the bulbous end and rubbed the leaking juices around the darkened end, she saw the veins on his cock and a thrill of anticipation swept through her.
Chloe raised herself up and scooted forward; her wet passage hovering just over the end of Dan’s cock.
‘Free my tits Dan; do what you like to me; you don’t have to ask for permission.’
Dan pushed her top up, almost tearing the flimsy material in the process; he reached behind her and unfastened her bra and pushed the loosened cups upwards so that Chloe’s breasts; and her large dark nipples were inches from his face. He pulled her close and grabbed her breasts, kneading them, squeezing them hard and he sucked her nipples hungrily into his mouth; first one and then the other, as he released one to turn his attention to the other he saw that they grew larger and harder until they were rigid and huge. He sucked the right one deep into his mouth, applying pressure with his tongue and he heard Chloe’s moaning grow stronger and he realised that he was moaning loudly too. Their moans sounded animalistic, their basic desires too powerful to resist or control.
Chloe lowered herself slowly and he felt the tip of his cock push at her silken lips. Chloe pushed down but stopped after only an inch was inside her.
‘Dan, I’m not used to such a big cock,’ Chloe gasped.
‘Yeah right,’ he joked.
‘I’m serious; can’t you feel how tight it is?’
He could, he’d assumed that she had been tensing her inner muscles to heighten the pleasure for them both.
‘I need to be wetter.’
Chloe slid off his cock and gripped it in her left hand; with her right hand she stroked her clitoris and she began to play with herself.
‘Finger me,’ she breathed and Dan reached down and pushed his middle finger deep inside her and Chloe cried out as he began to piston his finger up into her tightness. He fingered her harder and faster as she played with her clitoris; rubbing the swollen bud between her thumb and forefinger. Dan slipped a second finger up into her and finally a third; finger-fucking her as fast as he could; stretching her vagina as he felt her juices begin to flow.
She leant forward. Kissing his earlobe, she bit on it seductively and breathed, ‘I’m coming Dan, make me come.’
Dan fingered her faster and harder; pushing deeper into her and she whispered, ‘My god that’s it; I’m coming!’
Dan quickly withdrew his wet fingers and grabbed her ass with both hands; his fingers digging into her buttocks, and he pulled her down onto him. His cock slipped into her and she cried out; whether in pain or pleasure he didn’t know, and at that moment a part of him didn’t care which it might be. He needed her, he wanted her, despite the desperate situation he wanted this.
Chloe gripped the headrest with both hands as his cock slid deep into her; all the way up, he only stopped pulling her down onto him when he felt her wetness slick against his groin; Dan was now in her as far as he could go; filling her completely.
Neither of them moved, they just held still; Chloe still reeling from the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced and Dan liking the sensation of his cock buried deep within this beautiful woman.
‘God Dan,’ she said, ‘You’re so big.’
Dan parted her ass cheeks; his index finger probed at her puckered anus.
‘Mmm,’ Chloe moaned as the tip of his finger slipped inside her ass.
‘That feels so good,’ Chloe said, she opened her eyes and saw that the other passenger was awake and looking directly at her. He was staring at her breasts which were just visible over the headrest. Chloe froze for a split second and then raised a finger to her pursed lip and mouthed silently, ‘Shush,’ at him. The man reddened and looked down at his lap.
‘Fuck me Dan,’ Chloe said.
Dan was unaware of the man’s consciousness and grabbing Chloe’s ass began to lift her up and down the length of his cock. Chloe threw her head back and squeezed her breasts together; pulling hard on her nipples, squeezing them between her thumb and forefingers.
Chloe looked down the carriage again and again the man was watching her as she was bounced up and down on Dan’s cock; and this time the man did not look away.
‘Harder,’ she demanded and Dan thrust his cock up to meet her downward plunge; he slammed his cock up into her harder and harder.
‘Fuck; I’m coming,’ she panted, ‘Dan; I’m coming, that’s it, fuck I’m coming!’
They both let out a ferocious cry as they came together. Chloe could feel his cock spurting within her; filling her cunt with his semen. Dan slammed his cock hard up into her twice more and then slumped back in his seat; unable to do any more. Chloe stayed sitting on him. She felt his cock continue to pump within her; each time a pulse shot through her making her quiver.
His cock slowly softened and she pushed down trying to hold onto him; to keep him inside her; but she knew that he would soon slip from her. Chloe’s cunt felt stretched; her muscles tingled.
Chloe refastened her bra and adjusted the cups so that her breasts were comfortably sitting. Chloe pulled her top down; she saw the happy look on Dan’s face and she knew then that they would be together forever. She had no way of articulating this belief; only that it was true and she knew that despite only knowing him for a couple of hours that she loved him deeply and that she would lay her life on the line for him. Instinctively she knew, again without knowing how, that he would do the same for her.
Chloe saw the stranger walking quickly away up the aisle.
Chloe smiled at Dan, ‘Now the messy bit. I’m going to jump back off of you and out of the way and run to the toile
t otherwise your spunk is going to drip all over you.’
Dan nodded, ‘Not a pleasant thought.’ He grinned at her.
‘It’s one of the pitfalls of such pleasure,’ she replied. She jumped back; his flaccid cock coming loose of her with an audible slurping noise.
Dan laughed, ‘Nice,’ he muttered heavy with sarcasm.
Chloe stood up and walked to the toilet cubicle that was just down from them. Dan noticed that she was dripping his semen onto the floor and he hoped that Chloe wouldn’t be too embarrassed by it. She looked down and laughed, ‘After that blow-job I’m surprised you had that much left in you.’
With her bag clutched in her hand Chloe went into the toilet and Dan quickly sorted himself out and straightened out his sweater. He buttoned his jeans and stood up to stretch. He saw that the carriage was now empty; the passenger was gone.
Dan shrugged. ‘As Chloe would say; fuck it,’ he smiled and stretched his arms over his head and waited for Chloe to come out of the toilet, he needed a pee. As he waited he thought about everything that happened since meeting Chloe and although he thought he might well be going crazy he realised that he was already deeply in love with her.
She needs to be told things, he thought, she needs to be made aware.
Dan heard the toilet flush and he snapped out of his thoughts; the past disappearing into the mist.
Colin, real name; Rufus Carter watched the fire crews as they struggled to extinguish the flames that threatened to engulf the rest of the tower block. Great flames; oranges and yellows, licked at the building from the shattered windows of Chloe’s flat.
He was impressed by how quickly they had responded to his anonymous call. A part of him marvelled at their courage and skill, as a child he had dreamt of being a fireman, or an astronaut or James Bond but those dreams were a lifetime ago, they belonged to a different Rufus.
He picked up the pair of Chloe’s knickers that he had soiled and he held them to his nose, he breathed in the scent of her and his semen. Rufus looked at the pictures that he had removed from the flat; she was stunning. Her eyes gave off confidence, her body was exceptional; he would enjoy possessing it. He would have her soon, and he had decided that he would keep her alive for a lot longer than the others. The idea of raping her repeatedly made his groin ache and he grabbed the carrier bag that he had taken from the flat; he had stuffed it full of her lingerie. The underwear and the pictures, especially the shots of her in a bikini would have to get him through until he could have her for real.
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