I like you. I don’t know you but there is this thing about Berlin... everyone looks at you, right into your eyes; it’s a game. And so you stare. And so do I, even if I am uncomfortable because when I look into people’s eyes for too long my whole body activates and I don’t know what to do with that energy. Do people ever push it to the next level? Is this tension only confined to the U-Bhan?
I feel like I am dreaming and I can feel the erection growing in my trousers. Is it my brain? Is it you? I want to taste every inch of your body, I want to feel your dick becoming hard against my stomach. I want to redesign the rules with my tongue. I want to see your lips open to me and ask for more, ask for anything, everything.
And there she comes, standing next to the doors as if she’s about to get out at the next stop and she is staring too. So I look at her, I look at you and we’re locked in the moment. She closes her eyes and leans against the window, breathes in, breathes out, she opens her eyes and off she goes as the doors open. You stand up and follow and I am pulled by this invisible magnetic liquid force. I want you both all over my body.
We walk into her flat and we follow her to the kitchen, she tells us to sit down at the table and starts to make coffee. We sit opposite each other and you are smiling, as if you’ve done this before. She stands by the window and the morning light silhouettes her body, that shape reminds me of someone.
The smell of coffee fills the room and I feel warm between my legs again. You get under the table, slowly crawling towards me, my erection is growing. She is pouring the coffee and I feel your hands on my thighs, I unbutton my trousers, push my hips towards you and you undress me. I still can’t see you, I just feel my dick craving you; but you take your time and leave me exposed, she gives me the cup and I sip, my throat is tightening. I put the cup down and I feel your tongue on the tip of my cock, just resting there, almost as if you’re leaving to me the responsibility over my own pleasure.
She takes her jeans off, moves the cup to the side and sits on the table, legs open to me. She lies down and I bend forward to smell her, to feel the warmth, to get lost, and as I slightly touch her clit with my tongue, you take my dick in your mouth and I moan and bury my face between her legs. I feel her body tensing up and I grab her hips with my hands. My dick is still in your mouth as you’re slowly and softly suck on it, passing your tongue on the tip, little smooth circles, your hand gently clasping, moving up and down. I keep licking her, I can’t stop now; she grabs my wrists and locks her body flat on the table.
I can hear the train passing by the nearest station, echoing all the way up inside the kitchen. It’s a beautiful fresh summer morning and I observe her stomach expand and then diminish and compress to a solid sweaty surface.
She sits up and looks at me as I am moaning to my dick deeper in your throat. You stop, as if you could feel her, and she climbs down, turns her back towards me and bends over the table. I stand up and take her from behind. I have an odd feeling crawling up my spine because her pussy feels like your mouth but as I start moving inside her, my brain goes blank. You make your way out from under the table on the other side and stand up in front of us.
I’m brought back inside the train because it stopped suddenly, abruptly, leaving me deprived of my dream. You are standing in front of me now, still looking at me, with that charming smile that knows all my secrets. I look to my right and she is looking too, still by the door, ready to take off. I guess... I could do a cup of coffee and a chat; not bad for the first day of my life in this city.
