On A Sunny Day

"Tomas... I... be careful... "

The once insecure girl closed her eyes again and relaxed slightly opening her legs to welcome his hand. She kept on sucking his fingers, losing little by little her focus though, when she felt his fingers finally touching her panties.

"Mmmm... Martina... this is wonderful, this is a great gift for me... feeling you so wet because of me... "

He caressed her sex, rubbed it through the thin fabric of her cotton panties, sometimes pushing his fingers a little more on her clit and massaging her lips. She was already moving her hips to accommodate him when he slid his hand inside her panties and touched her wet skin.

"I should have shaved again yesterday."

Just a brief thought, lost in the pleasure she was getting from his fingers. When he began caressing her nude lips, she felt a little embarrassed - she knew he was aware of her short hair now - but when his fingers finally slid into her, she simply lost track of her thoughts.

She gave him full access to her sex and she was well repaid. He cuddled her clit until she was aching for more, rubbing it in small circles, squeezing her lips over it, then went inside her to rub the back of her clit with a finger, looking for her g-spot eagerly. When he found that little rough spot, he kept massaging it, felt it growing on his touch, until her orgasm exploded and her juices poured out on his cupped hand.

It was really hard for her to restrain her moans, and a scream when she has her long awaited orgasm, because she never felt so good with her own fingers and no other man had ever touched her as he had just did. She leaned her head on his chest and moaned in his shirt to soften the noise. When she finally relaxed she opened her eyes and saw a little wet circle on his t-shirt, exactly in the spot where she had bit his chest with passion.

The run was coming to his end, the bus was already in the city and the street lamp light coming through the window would have soon unveiled their embrace.

She sat properly and regained her composure then watched down and saw the bulge in his pants, reached for it and caressed it while leaning against his ear and whispering her goodbye words.

"I'm really sorry to leave you like this but, please... just wait for me, tomorrow."

Then, as usual, she got off the bus and walked home without turning back.

***

The day after, she wore trousers. Strangely, since it was still early august and she used to wear dresses and skirts all summer, but she had decided to dedicate herself to him that night and she didn't want him to get distracted. Indeed, he'd done the same for her the night before and she had come home completely satisfied.

The morning run was a joy as always. After the initial embarrassment, they got along well as they used to do, small talking about every kind of things, sometimes getting into slightly serious talks. They talked about babies: she wanted two, exactly as he'd always want to, they talked about their future plans... hers to change job, his still unknown. It felt like having a part-time boyfriend, without actually having one.

She was lively all day, anticipating the evening run with her Tomas, and when the bus finally arrived and they sat in their favourite, hidden spot, she was already feeling the excitement. As soon as the darkness protected them, he raised his arm and she accommodated her head on his chest.

Martina had hoped he'd try something, that he'd made some move to get to her, but he did the same as usual and she felt a little sad. Moreover, he was not moving; he was not caressing her as he was used to do. He didn't even turn on his music and she could feel there was a little tension between them.

She was starting to get angry: she dreamed all day of being with him and now he was like that. Then, she felt his nipple poking against her cheek.

"Shock cure."

She turned her head slightly, opened her lips a little as to kiss his chest, and then bit it. Not too hard, but she wanted some kind of reaction from him and didn't know what to do.

He gasped in a little pain, and whispered yelling in her ear.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

She turned her head and watched him in the eyes. He soon realized hers were clearly sad, almost wet, so lowered his voice and continued.

"Sorry Martina, you're sweet... I'm feeling really well with you, but tonight I have just too many thoughts... "

He circled her shoulder again and brought her head to his chest again. His hand stayed on her head and began tenderly caressing her hair.

"You're a wonderful girl, I really like you. You are funny, always happy, you like to talk and everything you say seems right to me. You're good, and pretty, and really sexy when you want to; even when you try to bite my nipples off."

His strong hand on her head, his smell, his tenderness... she just couldn't be angry with him.

"You didn't seem to have so many thoughts yesterday evening, though. And what's with that 'sexy when you want to'?"

She teased him, tickling his stomach with her hand whilst.

It was the first real compliment he'd ever told her, she was aware of that, but she didn't want to spoil the mood again getting emotionally. She didn't want that kind of atmosphere: she wanted her happy Tomas, and she wanted her sexy Tomas too.

He laughed, and couldn't say a word until she slid her hand down his stomach, a little over his crotch, and asked.

"Is it ok? Did you manage to restrain yourself?"

Martina laughed a little, again; she liked to joke with him. She'd probably never told such jokes with anyone, and actually she'd never done it with any men before.

"Kind of... "

He felt her hand sliding lower. She was caressing his thighs, sliding up slowly to get where she wanted to.

"Kind of? How come? You either did it or you didn't."

She feigned anger, but she was clearly joking with him.

"Let's just say I did something, but I was able to restrain myself... is it enough?"

Her thin fingers reached his crotch, she caressed it slightly. She was feeling his erection growing under her touch.

"If it was enough, I'll tell you later. For now... let's say I'm happy you thought about me."

She tickled his shaft: she could feel it more and more clearly, as he was getting turned on for her.

"And how could I have not... after what happened?"

She could feel he was going back to serious mode, and really didn't want to.

"Ohhh... shut up, Tomas!"

She cupped his erection in her hand, pressed on it; from the base, tenderly on his balls, to the top where his tip was pulsing with joy. She lifted his t-shirt over his chest, and bit his nipple again. This time in a playful way: she tenderly bit it; she licked it and kissed it.

He whispered a moan in her ear, and then pressed her head against his nipple. He wanted her to suck it harder. She took his nipple in her mouth and eagerly loved it. It was hard and small, it was so strange to suck a man's nipple, she never did it and though he could have not liked it. But the hard shaft she was feeling under her palm was telling her the opposite: he was really liking it, and getting harder every second more.

She slid her hand up, caressed his stomach, then down. Unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them.

"Hey Martina... wait... "

He got scared too. It was different having his cock out in the air, than his touching her the night before under the skirt.

"Shhhtttt... Keep quiet and keep an eye on the others, I'm sure no one can see us with this darkness."

She got back on his nipple as soon as she finished speaking.

The bulge on his boxers was now clearly visible: she touched it, caressed it, got a grip on his hardness and placed her thumb on his tip. She didn't move her hand, only slightly rubbed its tip with her finger. She could feel his wet boxers on her fingertip: so hot, and she could already smell his manly scent.

Martina pulled down his boxers, unleashing his cock. She kept her eyes closed, stroked it for a while moving her hand really slowly. Then she stopped her hand again at the top, and begun circling his tip with her fingers: cuddling it, caressing it. She could feel his pre-cum flowing out and wetting her fingers. She never liked to give head: tried a couple of blow jobs to one of her former boyfriend, after some months they were together, but could never get into it. He used to touch her too, but she didn't like it so much. She had learned soon that if she'd satisfied him, he'd then be calm and behave. So she just used to stroke him. Sometimes, anyway, he forced her head on his cock, pushing her stronger against it, and she just had to suck it. She didn't like the taste nor the smell: she was feeling humiliated at the time.

But now, she was thinking it could have been as her best friend once had said, a long time before, in high school:

"You are going to like it more than you know, as soon as you find the right boy."

Really, she was feeling attracted by his cock. She wanted to lick it, to taste it, and his smell was captivating. She really liked everything of him.

And so she kissed his chest. Then down, his stomach, his belly. She slightly laughed when she slid her tongue inside it, then out and down again. The tip of his cock was close, and she finally opened her eyes to watch it: it was long, she never saw anything like that, but then again she'd not so much experience in that topic, and the smell was strong and exciting. She wanted it so much, but didn't want to seem a slut to him, so she was taking it easy, going slower.

A bit too slower, probably, because she soon felt his hand, his warm palm, on her head. He pressed her down in such a gentle way it was like being asked "Make love to me". And so she didn't oppose any resistance: she opened her lips, lowered her mouth and took his tip inside her. She loved his salty taste as soon as she felt it, begun to circle her tongue around its tip to gather all the juice she could. With her hand, she was stroking his shaft whilst, and the skin going up and down on his tip, inside her mouth, teasing her lips, was really turning her on. She was dripping, she could feel her panties already wet and for a moment she wondered if she was going to wet her trousers too. Never mind, it was night and no one would have noticed it.

Martina tried to take more of it inside her mouth, pushing her head lower, and it slid farther inside her. She was really not used to it though, and she choked a little, and then took it out to breath: it was shining with her saliva. She noticed he was completely shaved, maybe that was why she was loving the taste and smell so much? And not having to cope with his hair, it was actually nice.

She fought back the thought of him shaving for his girlfriend pleasure - she didn't need it right now - then went back down to him.

"Martina, it's too much, please... I can't take it anymore... "

She heard his whisper as he lowered to speak in her ear. She slid out his tip again, this time sucking it harder as she did it.

"You don't have to worry: I want you to cum; you do it whenever you want."

She never had a man cumming in her mouth, but she'd caught some chat between her friends, when she was a teenager: she knew at least what to expect. She wanted him completely satisfied, and she wanted to taste him to the most... that way, she'd been satisfied too. Not to say, she didn't want him to walk home dirty, and there was not much space for alternatives there, on the bus.

She began sucking it again: her hand alternated massaging his nuts and stroking his shaft, as her mouth slid on his tip. Up and down, up and down. He was dripping so much pre-cum, she liked so much that taste she would have never stopped. His hand was again on her head, pushing a little, his hips arching upward to ease her sucking.

It was so exciting; she was so turned on, so wet; and when she finally felt a first spurt of cum on her palm, pushing to gush out, she enwrapped his tip between her lips and closed her throat, gave little small licks to his tip waiting for his gift. She could hear his whispering moans, his orgasm exploding. Spurt after spurt he filled her mouth with his cum: it was so much she couldn't take it all. Some poured out of her lips, on his shaft, as he pushed his cock farther in her mouth while he emptied his load. When he finally relaxed, she swallowed his cum and let go of it.

"You indeed restrained yesterday night, Tomas!"

She lightly laughed. Her hand was still stroking his cock tenderly.

"And you taste really good, too."

Martina went down to lick the rivulet of sperm that was already wetting his nuts, she cleaned it with care and then gave it a kiss on the tip. She pulled up his boxers, zipped his pants and went back to relax on his now covered chest.

"I think I'm in love, Tomas."

***

She knew she should have not said it, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had just burst out her feelings; but now she was lying in her bed, with a mixture of happiness and sadness in her heart, and too many thoughts in her head.

He hadn't answered. He hadn't said anything and she knew why: he was in no position to answer her love. She had known it from before so, that was not something to feel sad about. She could have thought about it way earlier, but she had decided not to.

"Well, following your heart often leads to being hurt. You should know that, Martina." She thought while wiping her tears away.

Martina went to sit by his side the morning after as always and they chatted for long without really saying anything. It was a strange day, but she knew that, if any, he'd brought up the topic in the evening darkness. And so he did.

As soon as the darkness of their night run protected them, he lifted his arm and invited her on his chest. She didn't really feel to do it, but she accepted the invitation. She relaxed there for some minutes, even if she could sense that something was coming, but she wanted him to take his time to find the right words. When he finally spoke though, she was on the verge of falling asleep.

"I'm happy, Martina, I'm really happy you opened your heart to me... "

He paused a little, he was whispering in her ear with such a tender voice giving shivers down her spine.

"... but there's something I need to tell you: my girlfriend decided to accept a job abroad. It'll give a boost to her career and she is really not going to pass on this chance. And she asked me to follow her."

She felt like a punch in her stomach, stopped breathing while and her eyes began wetting again.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but this is news from yesterday morning even for me. I couldn't gather the courage to stop you in the night, to talk to you. I liked it too much... I like you too much."

He felt her sobbing on his chest. She was crying and he couldn't do more than keeping caress her head. In her heart, Martina thought that two hours a day could have never been enough to get the love of this man, to steal him from his girlfriend. She felt sad as never before. When she finally stopped crying Tomas was still caressing her hair. There was nothing sexy in it though, it felt to her like a mechanical movement, something to do when you don't really know what to do, or say.

She finally spoke, again more with her heart then with her mind.

"You should have said it to me. I'm angry, I feel betrayed. I never asked more than these two hours with you and I never asked you to leave your girlfriend either."

He knew she'd not finished yet.

"Now I'm sad. I know you are going to follow her... and I'm sad because I'll not see you again, because this thing we have is going to finish, and I'll be probably back to my old self, the one I realized I hate. And so what? I'll tell you what I am going to do."

A brief pause, she dried her eyes with the back of her hand then lifted her head to stare in his ones.

"I'm going to wait for you. I'm positive my love is not here for nothing, I'm positive my love means something for you too, and I'll keep it safe in a place of my heart from where I'll eventually take it out for you, Tomas. But I'll not wait forever... "

Her sobbing was getting heavier; she had to stop, to take her breath.

"... as I feel this love for you, someone may come in the future to take me, somebody else may give me his coat in one of those rainy days when I forget my umbrella. This is your chance, and if and how you'll choose to take advantage of it, it's your call."

He had never seen her eyes so determined before.

"And there is something more you have to know: I'll leave my job soon and I'll not be on this bus anymore."

The run came to an end. She stood up to leave, but felt his hand gripping her wrist.

"I'm happy I met you, Martina."

She turned her head and melancholy smiled.

"I'm happy, too. Still."

***

The morning after she got on the bus and went to sit beside him as usual. But he wasn't there anymore.

***

It was the last day of September; more than a month had passed since that day and the summer had come to an end.

It was her last day of work and she was feeling really sad. In the last couple of days, memories of the summer kept coming to her as a continuous flow of feelings.

Her last day came to an end earlier than usual. They had a little party in the office: she greeted everyone, cried with the girls she bonded with, got her few things in a bag. Then a colleague took her to the bus station by car, so that she would have not to walk too much carrying those heavy things.

There, on the platform, she squinted as the dusk low sun hit her eyes with force.

On the speakers, a radio station was airing a familiar song. The one he taught her, the one he used to play with his long slick fingers on the bus, caressing her hips.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the lyrics still carved into her heart. Cold tears began dropping on her cheeks.

[Yesterday, and days before,

Sun is cold and rain is hard,

I know, been that way for all my time. ]

And then something changed. She felt her eyes relaxing as the sun got covered. She kept them closed - there was nothing wrong with clouds covering the sun in the early autumn...

['Til forever, on it goes

Through the circle, fast and slow,

I know , It can't stop, I wonder.]

... but when she felt an arm around her waist, a familiar touch, fingers she knew more than well, she quickly opened her crying eyes. Just over her, there was a black umbrella sheltering her eyes from the dusk.

"You know, there's nothing wrong in forgetting your umbrella, especially in sunny days. But you may miss your bus if you can't even keep your eyes open."

[I want to know, have you ever seen the rain]

She turned around. The love she'd secretly kept warm inside her heart blossomed again as she met his eyes, as his arm pulled her waist to him and his lips met her ones in a tender, playful kiss.

They had never kissed before and she knew he was the kind of man who would have kissed only the woman he truly loved.

[I want to know, have you ever seen the rain]

The future was still uncertain, but he had brought it in their hands. There was no cloud in the sky as they took their first step together, under the dusk of an autumn day.

[Comin down, on a sunny day]