Urban Adonis
Story Codes: MF, Exhibitionist


Urban Adonis
by Harriot Geaux


I sat on the train, my nose buried in a book, my body cloaked in every warm item
that scattered the floor of my room that morning. The Chicago weather had just
turned rigidly cold, a cold that had slipped my memory with all the hot summer fun
of the previous year. Once again, it was time to bundle myself to bare the frigid
Midwestern air that blew from Lake Michigan, whipping between each of the tall
buildings to hit you like a freight truck, finding every nook and cranny in your
full-body of winter armor.

A look far from sexy, my full-length faux down coat was zipped clear up to my
mouth which was covered in a red scarf. I had pulled my hood over my gigantic
knit red hat in hopes of fending off the piercing breezes old man winter flung my
way. Somehow, winter still managed to slip its icy fingers between the teeth of my
zipper and breathe its minty air between the spaces in my scarf. Entering the
train was a blessing and the the perfect protection from the vengeful winter. I
quickly grabbed the seat nearest the door, not caring who I pushed out of the
way to sit down. With a sigh, I reached in my bag and pulled out my copy of Little
Birds, transfixed by the exploits of the characters.

He entered the train in his casual style. Ear buds firmly implanted in the concaves
of his ears, he nodded his head to the heavy bass that flowed from his black
IPOD. He leaned against the pair of doors on the opposite side of the train, a
practice seriously frowned upon by the CTA but giving me full view of his his
urban warrior stance.

His thumb beat in time to the house music issuing from an IPOD I hoped was
stolen from some yuppie on the corner of Milwaukee and Damen as he scanned
the train with his large brown eyes. My breath shortened as his muscular left
hand holding the ipod caught my eye and the tanned muscles rippled as he
turned the IPOD towards his face to change the song. Even the words of Anais
Nin couldn't distract my thoughts of this urban Adonis. His muscular hands
flashed in my mind, removing the outer articles of my clothing as his lips
whispered dirty needs into my ear and I felt his breath on my neck.

Realizing my bundled appearance was a poor representation of the hotness
growing beneath its protection, I pulled the hood from my head, along with my
knitted cap and casually unzipped my sleeping bag-like jacket to mid chest. I
loosened the scarf I had meticulously fixed around my upper torso and attempted
to primp my appearance in hopes of looking at least half as appealing as the
made-up blond girl sitting to my right, clutching her latest purchase from Marshall
Fields. After my grand disrobing, I pretended to go back to my book in order to
ogle my train crush over the pages of a book, the title of which I was too turned
on to think about.

Excerpts of fantasy raced through my mind as I gazed at my urban Adonis. His
fictional hand lifting my bra, guiding my head, pinching bits of flesh and his lips
tracing saliva in various crevices of my flesh. He felt my gaze and swiftly turned
his head my way. A grin crossed his solid face and he nodded his head in
acknowledgment of my heady gaze. My heart skipped and I nervously transfixed
my eyes back to the page, wishing I had only imagined his acknowledgment to
save myself embarrassment. I slowly raised my head once more to find him still
grinning in my direction.

Feeling more bold than I typically am, I gave a coy grin, emphasizing the sexual
glimmer in my eye with a soft nod in his direction.

The train doors opened and the rush freezing air jolted me out of the alternate
universe where a gorgeous tan-skinned thug wished to caress the body of a
bookish girl sexually aching to live the life of Anais Nin.

"This is Halsted." announced the computer-like manly voice of the train
announcement. "Doors open on the left at Halsted."

Realizing the train had arrived at my stop while I had been deep in fantasy, I
jumped up, closing my book and rushed off the train and onto the frigid platform
which was oddly uninhabited despite it being the middle of the day. I heard
footsteps behind me as I made for the elevator to re-dress my and as I reached
the threshold, I realized it was my gorgeous thug joining me in the elevator. I lost
my breath and braced myself against the silver railing of the elevator as his sexy
grin returned and he slyly pushed the stop button once the doors has shut. I had
expected an alarm to sound alerting the CTA workers of the stopped elevator but
he must've known what he was doing for no alarm sounded and there was no
CTA worker in sight once the elevator was caught between the two floors.

He said nothing as he approached me, his hands outstretched to place his hands
on the bulge of my breasts. Through the padded jacket, I felt the electricity of his
touch. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me as deeply as I had imagined. I
equaled his pushes as I grasped his hips and pulled his pelvis towards mine,
lifting my lower rear onto the silver railing and opening my legs while he unzipped
the zipper to my long jacket and roughly grabbed the underside of my thighs,
lifting my knees to his shoulders and pushing himself between my legs.

We stayed wrapped in this erotic position, rubbing our encased sensitive areas
against one another, our breath exiting in soft white spurts against the cold air
accompanied by moans of wanting pleasure. His hands further loosening my
winter wear, seeking the flesh cocooned beneath the layers. His lips meeting my
neck and gently sinking his teeth into the salty flesh. Him removing my glasses
and guiding my head towards the fly of his jeans. His hands lifted my bra and
roughly kneaded them once they bounced out of their encasing.

"We have to hurry." he breathed in a raspy en passioned voice.

"Yeah," was all I could swiftly come up with, not wanting to waste the time with
words.

He undid the top button of my jeans and lowered the zipper as I did the same to
him. He pulled off my pants and pushed my naked ass back onto the railing,
lifting my legs and offering his exposed cock perfect admittance to my soft flesh.
Without hesitation and before I could get a good look at it, he guided the hard tip
of his dick to the entrance of my cunt and eased it inside, lifting my knees higher.
The next second, he pushed his hardness deeper with a grateful groan. I could
barely catch my breath in the dryness of the winter air and greatly enjoyed the
freezing suffocation in juxtaposition to my wet heated longing being fed in
rhythmic pace.

I came quicker than I had cum in months, the muscles of my cunt hugging his
large erection and erupting as his pace quickened. He pulled himself out of me
when I was done and pulled me off the railing. His hands grasped my hips and he
turned me around, placing his left hand on the back of my neck, wordlessly
instructing me to bend over. I placed my hands on the cold glass, bracing myself
for his entrance which was as rough as I had hoped it would be. Without warning,
he dove his entire erection into my dripping cunt, leveraging himself with the
hand that constrained my upper back. The pull his cock had on my drying pussy
made his cock rub roughly against my enlarged clitoris. I looked over my shoulder
to enjoy the ecstatic contortion of his features while he watched his cock go in
and out of my wet hole. He let out a long grunt as his juice spurted into me and I
let out a moan myself, feeling my experience complete with his cum fresh in my
cunt.

We both quickly pulled up our jeans and fixed out clothing as our passion
subsided into the satisfaction a good romp can give. He pushed the button to the
first floor and I smoothed my hair with my hands. I took a deep breath, enjoying
the release of tension that follows getting off.

"Thanks," he said in a deep voice as the elevator doors opened

"Yeah," I said "You too." as I took my first step off the elevator.

I looked back and waved while the elevator doors shut and he replaced the ear
buds to his ears.


© 2015 Harriot Geaux