TWO

Today was the day. The day of The Plan.

It started at home, with my appearance.

After doing my face, I dressed with careful consideration, digging up a few items of clothing I hadn't worn since our early days of dating. I remember Namjoon once mentioning that he liked it when I wore short dresses and long socks that reached halfway up to my thigh. Conveniently, I also liked wearing clothes like that, so it didn't feel like I was dressing up for him alone.

For me, the attraction to that type of fashion was mainly sexual. I liked the thought of being easily accessible, with access covered by only the slim fabric of my underwear. Just a simple slip of a finger, and he could be pushing inside me.... Hmmm.

I deliberated over the underwear. Which would be the sexiest, in feel and look?

I decided on a simple black and silky pair. The fabric felt so smooth against my mound, cooling and almost slippery. Sometimes it felt like I wasn't even wearing any panties...the cool wind against my skin would feel so.... titillating.

The high socks, in broad black and white stripes, felt nice and tight around my thighs, the belt of my short dress tight across my waist. I topped the ensemble with a wide, black choker, firmly around my neck. I could quite easily imagine the tightness replaced by restraints, holding me still, spreading my legs, Namjoon sternly towering over me... biting my lip in earnest, I gasped at the image -I was getting so turned on already, I felt damp in my panties.

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Rather than drive, we decided to take the Underground. With such limited parking at the gallery, it made sense to use public transport -but more importantly, it played directly into my seductive plan.

At this time of day, mid-morning, the underground would be busy with people cramming in to go to the centre of the city.

We boarded the train and quickly we were surrounded by crowds. Standing directly in front of Namjoon, I pressed against him, holding the same handle for support. Our fingers half overlapped, and I felt a frisson of excitement. Could I pull this off?

The train set off, the gentle rocking motion speeding up, the wheels of the train clonking, occasionally screeching when travelling along a bend. The slightly open window at the end of the carriage brought in the familiar metallic smell of the Underground. Namjoon's fresh, clean smell behind me, in direct contrast of the dirty smell of the subway, had my mouth watering. I couldn't wait to have something of his in my mouth.

Inconspicuously, I pushed my behind into his groin, and under the pretence of the swaying of the train, rubbed gently. As expected, he was too busy reading the subway map to notice.

I knew that halfway in the journey, there was a section when the train's lights flickered strongly and there were short sections where the lights went off completely. That was when I was going to strike.

It was showtime.

I pretended to drop my bag onto the floor and in between the bodies crowding in front of me, I bent over to pick it up. The lights started to flicker, right on cue.

Increasing the pressure, I pushed against him, my cheeks rubbing along his cock. As if conspiring with me, the train jolted sharply, slamming me against his crotch. Rather than seeing it, I felt his attention sharpen and turn to me (aha!) and his body stiffen. My short dress only barely covered my round buttocks, rising up when I was sliding against him.

His fingers, like claws, gripped my hip, briefly crushing me to him, his hardening erection pushing against me, sliding in the crack. It felt like he was going to penetrate me. A sigh escaped my lips, luckily swallowed by the loud clanking of the train.

Flushed I stood up, handbag "saved". Suddenly, I felt breathless and flushed. This plan was working a little too well.

The lights returned to normal but Namjoon breathed right into my ear, his breath unsteady, his free hand secretly climbing to my neck. With a tight grip at the nape of my neck, he held me in place and whispered:

"What do you think you are doing?" a stern question full of lustful threat. My eyes rolled at the deep whisper; I could feel it deep inside. "Hm -mmm..." was my only available answer.

"Now, behave." He scolded me, and I took it like an embarrassed little girl caught stealing out of the cookie jar, blushing and demure.

For the rest of the journey, I focused on gathering myself back into a formed person after melting all over the floor with desire. I couldn't remember THAT Namjoon surfacing for a long time, and if I managed to hold onto him, we were in for a real treat. A strong need rose within me. Everything ached for his touch.