I first saw Anna on a London Underground platform, as I waited for my daily Tube train to work.

She stood some way away, but I could tell she was a poised, confident young woman, as well as being remarkably beautiful. There was clear space around her, as though she had an impenetrable aura surrounding her, protecting her from the milling crowds jostling on the platform. Her head was tilted down, studying the screen of her mobile, and her long dark hair fell forwards over her shoulders, reaching the tips of her pert breasts, covered by a silk blouse, visible under her open jacket. It framed a beautiful face, with arched brows, long dark lashes and ruby red lips which glistened even in the poor lighting of the station platform.

Entranced by her appearance, I moved closer. But as I approached her, the train arrived, very noisily, and she was swept onboard by the rush of humanity, so eager to get to work!

I boarded at the the next door along and kept her in sight, though at a distance, She was in her own world, as most commuters are at these times. Everyone was in their own private cocoon, hiding from their fellow travellers, and pretending they weren't there. I suppose I was unusual in that way, always people-watching; but the sight of Anna had captivated me in a way I had never felt before. I needed to know more about her.

We both left the train at the same station in Central London, but I lost track of her in the rush of people as we all left the train, and ultimately reached the crowded street. I was disappointed, but reasoned that, like me, she must be a commuter, making a regular daily trip. Perhaps she was new to my area, or new to her job in London. I thought, from her clothes and manner, that it must be a fairly senior position, like my own, and probably well-paid. I would look for her every day, but I didn't want to become a stalker!

It wasn't difficult to see her again. She stood out from the crowd, and always stood at the same point on the platform, to catch the same train as me. I began to take up the same position each morning, and soon, we had smiled and nodded to each other in recognition. One Monday morning, I ventured to say “Hello!”, and she smiled and returned with “Good Morning!” I was a little taken aback, because I thought I detected an American twang, even in those two words. That possibility hadn't even occurred to me, but now I recognised it, it gelled with her confident manner and sophisticated appearance.

The next day, we repeated that routine, and I asked her if she was in fact American. She seemed comfortable in my presence, and smiled as she explained her recent arrival in London. I explained where I was from, and where I lived, which was not too far from her own apartment. We exchanged first names, of course. That conversation did not go further, but I certainly felt that we had “broken the ice”.

This routine continued for a few more days, with the relaxed exchange of a few titbits of information each time, interrupted only by the weekends away from the daily routine. I learned that she was single, well educated and shared her apartment with a girlfriend from London. We both worked well-paid jobs in the City, several blocks apart, but in the same general area, and the same general field of work.

Our conversations only confirmed to me that she was beautiful, intelligent and well- mannered. I hoped that I had made a good impression on her too, and she certainly seemed relaxed in our conversations, smiling and flashing twinkling eyes from beneath her dark lashes. We did not touch, not even a stray fingertip, despite the crowded environment; commuters have great skills in avoiding physical contact even in close proximity.

What really did “break the ice” was the next week, when several trains had been cancelled on Friday, and the platform was even more crowded than usual. I stood next to her at our usual place on the platform, but there was a throng around us. When the train arrived, the forward rush of people literally carried us onboard the train. I tried to protect her, but we were pressed together and forced into face-to-face contact. I tried to apologise, but she laughed, and said, “Don't worry about it, Simon! The New York Subway can be like this every day- and much worse.”

Even so, as more and more people forced their way onboard, at each station, we found ourselves pressed closer and closer, face to face. We were both 'strap-hanging'. but as the train clattered along, swaying side to side, we were thrown together repeatedly, into full bodily contact. I was red-faced with embarrassment as I was thrown against her time and again, not least because of my natural physical response, which must have become increasingly evident to her as the journey progressed!

Surprisingly, perhaps, Anna was not in the least perturbed. In fact, she seemed very amused by MY discomfort. Indeed, I think she tried to make it more so, by subtly swaying her hips against me as our bodies clashed. I was sure she could feel my hardness press against her, and she confirmed that when her hand slipped slyly down between us and rubbed my erection up and down several times.

She laughed and whispered, “Simon, no need to worry. Don't you think I have ever felt a hard cock before? And I'm liking this one!” No-one else in the crowded carriage could have heard, but I was even more embarrassed that she had recognised my excitement. I was a little shocked by her reaction, but in a way, somewhat relieved. Perhaps it was another 'hurdle' cleared, in terms of our burgeoning relationship.

When we parted at our destination, she kissed me lightly on the cheek and held my hand briefly, while looking deep into my eyes with her shining hazel eyes. I thought I could see a hint of desire lurking there, but perhaps it was wishful thinking, I told myself. Before we parted though, we exchanged mobile numbers, and she asked if she would see me on the journey home that day; we did not always return on the same train, because the end of our working days were somewhat unpredictable.

Throughout the day, I anxiously checked my mobile, and wondered if Anna was doing the same. Finally, I could bear waiting no longer, and I texted her to ask if we could meet this evening at a coffee shop in the main rail station we both travelled through. I was pleased when she replied that she was just about to make the same suggestion to me; we were clearly on the same wavelength. I arrived to see her sitting in the corner, looking fabulous as always. It was quite late now, and the station was sparsely populated, so we could sit together and talk privately.

It seemed she was not involved in any relationship at present (nor was I) so we were free of any possible complications of that nature. We talked at greater length and in greater depth than ever before.

She had noted my arousal on the train that morning, and said the thought had stayed in her mind throughout the day, but in a positive way. I was relieved when she said the encounter had aroused her too (though less obviously than me) and that perhaps we could do something to relieve our feelings that evening? Of course, I was delighted that we had made a breakthrough, it seemed.

Inevitably, our talk turned to the discussion of our sexual history and preferences.

Anna said that she plays a dominant role at work, having to deal with advances from her male juniors (and seniors!), and that sense of dominant control tends to remain in her sexual life. She hastened to add that that was not a 'given' requirement, just a general tendency, and she equally enjoyed a good fucking, when she trusts her partner to be considerate. She implied that she would trust me now, and stroked my thigh, looking down at the bulging crotch of my suit trousers.

“That just looks so …. delicious,” she said, “I have thought about it all day long. So much so, that I had to get a towel to sit on in my office chair! And now I am getting wet again..!”

I said that I had adored her from the moment I set eyes on her, and our experience on the crowded train this morning was final proof that we were destined to be together.

She asked about my 'preferences' too.

I said that I too was in a senior position at work, and although I was sure she must receive many more personal advances than I did, it was nevertheless true that some junior females thought they could gain advancement by seducing me. I had to be wary of these approaches, and had a firm rule that no workplace 'romances' (for want of a better word) would be tolerated. I thought this had taught me some restraint and control in sexual matters. I was a keen advocate of oral sex, and delighted in both giving and receiving, in preparation for a long slow bout of fucking.

We were starting to get carried away, in the coffee shop, and attracting some attention from the staff and customers now, as we stroked and fondled each other in an increasingly sexual frenzy. When we realised where we were, once again, we composed ourselves, and decided it was time to catch the next train home.

Anna's apartment was the closest to our home station, so we agreed we would head there. She thought her flatmate would be out tonight, but anyway, they had private rooms, of course.

On the way there, the carriages were half empty, and we were able to sit very close together and continue our teasingly sexy conversations. I think I was hard as a rock for the entire journey, while Anna wriggled and writhed in her seat, one hand on my thigh and the other on her own. I believe we were both excited by the jolting of the train along the track, sending vibrations up through the seats to our most sensitive parts. The anticipation of what was to come had become almost painful- certainly for me.

It became even more difficult when Anna wrapped her arms around my body, and her lips around mine. Our passionate kissing and squirming tongues helped the journey pass quickly, though, and soon we had to climb the stairs (slowly) to street level. Arm in arm, we walked the few streets to Anna's place, and finally stood together on the doorstep- perhaps the doorstep to a new phase in our lives?

She opened the door and led me inside; she had been right to think her flatmate was away, and we cast off our outdoor wear in the entrance hall. Anna led me upstairs by the hand, and opened the door to her bedroom. I felt like I was entering paradise, but perhaps there was another level yet. At last, we stood together, face-to-face, in her bedroom, instead of side-by-side on a train platform, and lightly dressed, instead of wrapped up against the cold and damp of London.

We had discussed so much in the last hours, but we had not made a prescriptive plan of what we would do with each other. I think we both felt that we should just 'go with the flow' and let our natural feelings guide us, but the starting point was clearly to undress. I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it back over her shoulders, then drew it down behind her, to slip from her arms, while my chest pressed against her proud breasts and erect nipples.

My hands rose from their resting place on her pert ass, up her back, and unclipped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor between us when I stepped back. As I did so, I noted her pink areolae, perfectly circular atop her firm but heavy breasts, crowned with darker pink proud nipples. They were everything I had dreamed of when I first saw her standing on the platform! I pulled her against me and my hands ran down the curves of her body, from her shoulders, down the outer sides of her breasts, into her waist and out again to her hips, where they rested for a moment. I stepped back a little and said, “Anna, you truly have the most gorgeous body I have ever seen in my life! I am so lucky that you allow me this privilege!”

She grinned, looking up at me, and said, “Simon, just get on with it! I want to undress you too!”

I put my thumbs inside the waistband on each hip of her black lacy panties, and rolled them down her thighs while dropping to my knees in front of her. It was almost like an act of worship, and I was rewarded by the sight of her neatly trimmed black bush emerging in front of my eyes. As I rolled her panties down to the floor, she spread her thighs slightly, to allow that to happen, and I gasped as I saw her perfect, pink pussy lips pouting out from between her legs, and glistening with her juices. Her outer lips were long, but delicate and thin, and her inner, darker lips were already swelling and emerging in anticipation.

She stepped out of her panties as they reached the floor, and I looked up at her in awe, from my kneeling position on the floor in front of her. She smiled down at me and took my head in her hands, briefly pressing my face against her, before raising me to stand in front of her again. Before I rose, I took the opportunity to kiss the inside of each thigh, and flicker my tongue briefly between them. The aroma of her pussy was overpowering and exciting.

“Now it's my turn!” she said.

I stood before her while she unbuttoned my shirt and stroked my smooth chest- I am not a hairy man, except on my head! Her fingers found their way to my belt and unbuttoned the fly of my trousers. She seemed to relish this process, because her fingers inevitably grazed against my hard cock pressing out my briefs towards her. At each touch, she looked up at me to see the reaction on my face, but eventually, my shirt and trousers were removed completely, and I stood before her in my briefs.

Well, to be exact, most of me was in my briefs!

Just as I had done, she dropped to her knees to draw my briefs down my legs, and my cock was now fully exposed, much to her delight, it seemed. She traced the prominent veins with a sharp red fingernail, and noted that I stood almost flat against my belly while she teased me. She slowly spread the drop of pre-cum which had emerged at the tip, using her thumb to expertly circle it around the throbbing red head, making the taut skin shine in the bedroom light.

“That is perfect, Simon,” she said. “I can think of so many things I could do with that, that I am confused about where to start! What would YOU like to do?”

I raised her to her feet, just as she had with me, and just as I had, she took her opportunity to lick up the length of my cock and kiss the head with her soft red lips as she rose. We stood then, face-to-face, our bodies pressed against each other. My cock pressed against her belly, and my chest against her breasts. I think we both enjoyed those feelings, but in her case she enjoyed the hardness she felt, while I enjoyed the softness moving against me. It was time for hardness and softness to merge.

I said, “ I can think of so many things too! But we have time; how shall we start?”

Anna looked into my eyes and said, “I have spent all day thinking about your cock, Simon, ever since I felt you on the train this morning. I just need you to fuck me, and fuck me hard, before I can even think about anything else!”

I took her by the hands, and although she looked quizzically at me, she followed my guidance, to stand up on the mattress at the end of the bed, facing me, as I stood on the floor. I pressed myself against her once more, but this time, my face was buried between her breasts, and my cock nudged up between her damp thighs. My hands were around her, pulling her towards me, and my cock nudged upwards until, without any guide, the head found its way to part the outer lips of her pussy. We both felt it engage within her vaginal entrance, and I looked up at her, from between her breasts.

“Are you ready, Anna?” I asked.

She didn't fully understand, I'm sure, but she nodded her agreement to... whatever was about to happen.

I raised my hands to her breasts and gently pushed her backwards, while raising my body on tiptoe, until we toppled backwards onto the bed. I fell onto her, and into her. She shouted out in shock, and I hope, pleasure, as my cock forced its way fully inside her, when she hit the bed. In one swift movement, I was laying on top of her, embedded deeply in her pussy, while the bed bounced us up and down. I stayed quite still inside her while she gasped for breath, and the bouncing of the bed subsided.

We lay there for a minute, enjoying the pure sensation of being fully joined at last. Then I began to thrust steadily in and out of her, while she responded with her own pelvic thrusts, to counter mine, maximising the ultimate clash of our bodies. We jointly achieved a rhythm which slowly increased in speed, until we were both gasping for breath with the effort.

I held her arms above her head as I thrust into her again and again, while she angled her hips to wrap her legs around me, opening her welcoming pussy to me, and pulling me ever harder into her. When we clasped our mouths together too, in passionate kisses, it was clearly time for the dam to break, and with a final few deep thrusts, we both came hard and shouted out loud.

I stopped inside her and pumped a whole day's worth of accumulated cum deep up inside her. I'm sure she could feel the pulsing, the squirting and the wetness, but her own shivering tremors and her fluttering pussy combined to make it a single, shared pleasure.

I collapsed onto her body as she released me from the grip of her legs, and flopped almost lifeless beneath me. After a few minutes, I rolled to one side and felt the wetness follow my softening cock as it emerged from her. We lay exhausted alongside each other, calming our breathing, then turned to face each other with beaming smiles.

Anna was the first to speak, while her hazel eyes sparkled at me; “Simon, I will remember our first fuck forever!” she said.

I grinned and said, “It was rather special, wasn't it! It just proves that a pleasure deferred is a pleasure doubled, as they say.”

Anna said, “Hmm, delayed gratification is all very well, but you stretched me to my limits today. And not only with your self-control, but also with that magnificent cock of yours!”

I could only chuckle and say, “Anna, your body is magnificent in every way!”

“Well, now what?” she said, propped up on one elbow, to face me. “How many times do you think you can cum in a weekend, Simon, and in how many ways?”

“Perhaps we can make plans after a good night's sleep?” I pleaded. “I promise to stay the whole weekend, and perhaps we can answer that question, Anna.”

“I'm disappointed,” she said, “ I thought you'd have an appropriate Shakespearian quote for your American lover!”

“Not Shakespeare,” I said, “ though it's often attributed to him. But Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote Sonnet 43 for her lover, nearly 200 years ago...

“And how did that go?” asked Anna.

I said, “It begins;

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach....

Perhaps I can read it all to you tomorrow, and we can begin counting..?”

I think she smiled to herself as I turned aside and fell fast asleep.