Lanes of Lust

It was a warm summer evening when Lara and Max decided to spice up their journey to work together with a little change of pace. The subway was overcrowded, and as they sat next to each other, Max placed his hand gently on her thigh. The small shrug she gave him promised more. Lara could barely hide the heat that shot through her body. The smell of Max's aftershave enveloped her, his seductive smile made her heart beat faster. The city rushed past them as their mind went on a completely different journey. It was the first time Max had the courage to be so close, so uncomplicated and seductive. Lara felt the urging of her senses, who wanted to set off on new highlights. With every stop they passed, the tension between them seemed to become more palpable. When the train stopped at a stop and the doors opened to let in the next stream of passengers, Max hadn't removed his hand from her thigh for a long time. He leaned closer to her, his lips almost to her ear, and whispered, “How about a little adventure?” Lara held her breath, the uncertainty, the promise of more, made her imagination gallop. But before she could answer, she felt Max gently push her knee for just a brief moment — the feeling of his body, the penetrating connection. Their eyes met, and they knew, right at that moment, that their journey had just begun when the train suddenly continued and the next stop was approaching.