Sam Imagines

Trains

Sam grew hard, just as he saw the words come into view. He knew it was her platform, he had waited all day just to see her, even for the briefest of moments, just to be in her space, smell her perfume, anything more then a fleeting glance would have made him the happiest man in the world. So he waited patiently, kept his hood up and waited for her.

And soon he saw her, his sweet little Y/n in her short pleated skirt and crop top, with a jacket over her. She walked over mindlessly and stood in the corne, one headphone in her ear, the other hanging down her shirt, She gazed out the nearby window unaware of Sam.

He slipped closer, his gaze hungrily devouring every inch of her luscious figure. The way her short skirt hugged her curves, revealing tantalising glimpses of smooth thigh with every step. His heart raced, palms sweating as he dreamed of running his tongue over the soft skin where the skirt met bare thigh... His eyes travelled up to the dip of her lower back, the swell of her pert ass encased in cotton. Hairs on his neck prickled with anticipation, yearning to wrap around those delicate curves. Sam's footsteps sounded closer, his thumping pulse drowning out distant voices. He needed a good angle, to step closer but not too brazenly. Inch by inch Sam inched closer, lips parting as he envisioned himself breathing hot against her nape. The faint floral scent of her shampoo clouded his senses. This close he could see her chest rise and fall, betraying her obliviousness to the predator stalking her. Closer...

Closer... At last, just mere feet away, he stalled.

Now or never. His hand reached under his coat, fumbling for his phone, lens primed to capture.

Sam moved the camera down under her skirt snapping picture after picture desperate t get some good ones. After he snapped a few he pulled his phone close and checked them. He gulped, and felt his cock throb in his jeans, eyes widening at the steamy evidence. Her panties were so fucking tiny, the lace edge riding up, baring an extra inch of smooth pussy lips. She was absolutely soaked, inner thighs glistening with arousal. Pink little clit peeping out where lips split. Her hole was filled by a softly vibrating pale blue bullet. The way wet lace clung to bare flesh, the swollen petals of her sex. Glistening lips were parted in ecstasy. Just imagining how that little button would feel against his tongue, the way she'd squirm and moan... almost made him dirty his jeans right then and there. He quickly moved his phone bag desperate for more pictures.

She softly whimpered hidden by the sounds around them, as she clenched herself around the toy as it vibrated, a drop of her juices landing on his phone screen.

He nearly dropped the phone, heart leaping into his throat at the sight of her sweet nectar. It was like ambrosia, the divine nectar of the gods. He couldn't resist, had to taste it. His tongue snuck out, swiping the drop from the lens. 'So fucking sweet, like honey.' He groaned quietly, eyes rolling back. Sam's eyes darkened with lust, His heart raced, palms slick with sweat as he imagined slipping beneath her skirt, stroking her soaking wet pussy. To taste her sweet nectar, lap up her arousal as she moaned his name in ecstasy... His cock throbbed, desperate for release. He needed to be close to her, to smell her scent, hear her breathe. One more step and he'd be close enough to reach out and touch her...

She noticed the train coming up to the station she needed, so she moved away completely from his reach unaware he'd ever even been so close to her, and hopped off the train onto her platform starting her walk home.

Of course, sam groaned softly in disappointment but, he as used to it. This happened every day, and every day he prayed just to have her close to him for a little bit longer, but he held his phone tight to his chest smugly enjoying the pictures he did get, his mind still reeling from the taste of her.

His own stop soon came into view so he hopped off the train and made his way back to his apartment, already having plans to enjoy those pictures much, much more then he got home.