Chapter 1 - Frenzy

When she wakes up, a terrible headache hits her roughly. She closes her eyes when she feels how the sunlight shooting into her pupils. She opens them very slowly again, turning her head to the side to check the clock on her nightstand.

“Shit!” she sputters and jumps out of bed.

She is grateful that her mother had not woken her up at eight in the morning, as it should have been, and that she let her sleep a little more to recover from the night. However, the weight of conscience is immense. She knows she will be late.

“Fuck!” She mumbles and takes off her pajamas in a hurry.

She takes a shower in no time and dons a tight-fitting red dress with a dropped-shoulder neckline. The matching skirt reaches a few centimeters below the knees. She bought it last month, only to wear it that day. She nods her head remembering that it was a waste of money. She is completely sure that she will never wear it again. It is not the type of clothing she usually weasr. She was with Henry the day she was trying on dresses. He was so excited to see it so she had no choice but to buy it, even knowing that after wearing it, she would leave it forever stowed in the deepest corner of her closet.

“I hate dresses!” She only wears them on special occasions, and her little brother's graduation qualifies as such.

She puts on makeup at the speed of light; a simple black liner in her eyes, a little powder to remove any hint of unwanted shine from her face, some red lipstick with a bit of gloss and voila! She is also not a makeup lover. In fact, she uses it very little. Only when the occasion warrants it.

She pauses for a moment to look at her shoes. High heels? No, not those. When her little brother insisted on seeing her in a fifteen-centimeter-high, water-heeled platform shoe, she flatly refused. Not dead would she be exposed to that torture. Also, she doesn't know how to walk with them. So she opts for stiletto-type sneakers with a five-centimeter heel. Nor is it that she is very good at walking with them. She had to practice two weeks before with them, to walk decently.

This outfit is complemented with a gray trench coat, that goes to just below the knee. She does not feel herself. She does it for Henry, who is very excited to see her dressed in a “feminine” way.

She leaves the house in a hurry. She thinks about taking a taxi. However, she changes her mind immediately. You do not plan to waste fifty dollars, when you can very well save them by taking the subway, in addition to being a better option to avoid traffic.

The station is very close, so she hurries to try to get there on time. The footwear is not very helpful to her, and she can't help but spit out explicits through her teeth with every step she takes. She could have used her red converse. How she would have loved to see the faces of many parents to see her arrive in such unusual shoes, wearing such an elegant dress. A giggle escapes her lips.

She looks at the time on the screen of her mobile. 10:20 am.

“It's late!” She reproaches herself. Indeed, it is twenty minutes late. “Damn!” she exclaims in a low voice, almost like a whisper.

The act has surely already begun, since it was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning. she curses once more to herself and puts her hand to her head and a faint headache reminds her that she should not have partied with Cynthia and Lara the night before. She knew it was not a good idea to do it, especially if it was Henry's graduation the next day, but she still did it, and even worse it was an open bar.

She has never been very good at saying no.

Her head hurts and she has heartburn. All she wants is to have a chicken broth and go back to bed and hibernate until doomsday comes.

The little monster, as she calls him for being an avid fan of Lady Gaga, is graduating from high school with honors. So she must be with him on that special day.

She walks quickly toward the subway entrance, until she reaches the red line that will take her to the Vermont/Beverly station, just two or three blocks from Virgil Middle School. Luckily there are not many people, something that seems very strange, taking into account that it is Friday. She boards the car without wasting time, while Girls Like You from Maroon 5 plays at full volume on the headphones of her MP3 player. she notices that there are scarcely fifteen people there.

She looks around, looking for a suitable place to sit and can't help fixing her gaze on a man who reads the newspaper. He is very handsome! She stares at him for a few seconds, until she decides to sit in the seat in front of him. Her intention is to be able to look at him a little more, covertly, and not seem like a stalker in the process.

A pair of blue eyes peek over his copy of the Los Angeles Times. The man can not prevent a smile from his lips, seeing beautiful female legs crossed in front of him. In a matter of seconds he scans the whole panorama. Young woman, in her twenties. The way of looking at her is so subtle, that she does not notice that he is seeing her, or rather, detailing her. The lady in front of him licks her lips with her tongue and scrutinizes him from head to toe.

“My goodness! You are very fine”. The thought echoes in Harper's head. You can't stop watching him. Take advantage of the fact that the guy is very focused on his reading, to examine him carefully. He does not need to be standing up to know that it is very tall, because it can be seen with the naked eye. He has long legs and strong arms, which are marked in the sleeves of the olive green shirt he is wearing. He has typical Caucasian features, but his skin is caramel-colored, due to the typical California tan. She continues her scrutiny, trying to be as evident as possible. God! She longs for the newspaper to go down so that she can see his face, and make sure that a great body is in keeping with the physiognomy of his face, but she barely manages to see a pair of very blue eyes that… look at her!

"Fuck," she mumbles under her breath and drops her gaze, pinning it to the ground.

He smiles mischievously. He knows perfectly the effect it causes on women. He shakes his head subtly, shakes the newspaper, turns the page and resumes his reading, or at least that what he makes the woman believe.

Looking back at the man, Harper notes that he laughs.

“Are you making fun of me?” She frowns. “I'm sure he's a petulant believer who knows he's fine and takes advantage of it.” She weakly shakes her head and forces himself to stop looking at him. Suddenly, the man has stopped looking interesting and has started to seem like a complete arrogant jerk. She takes a deep breath and continues to settle into her seat. She sets her bag aside, while taking off her coat. Suddenly she has begun to feel very hot.

Suddenly, something comes out of her trench coat pocket and the sound below freezes her blood:

CRASH.

Harper opens her eyes wide to see how her cell phone falls to the ground and fragments into several pieces: battery on one side, cover on the other...

“Great!” She mutters, rolling her eyes.

She bends down to pick it up, but the car moves so fast, that the vibration of the car causes the parts of the mobile to move all over the place. She mutters several expletives, while trying to collect the remains of her destroyed cell phone.

The man sets the newspaper aside, and does what any gentleman would do in a situation like that: helps a damsel in distress. He stands up and walks in search of what appears to be a battery, bends down and grabs it. Immediately after, he approaches the busy woman struggling to keep her balance inside the moving car.

“I think this belongs to you,” he says.

Harper flinches at the sound of a hoarse voice very close to her.

“Thank you,” she mutters and tries to grab what he’s giving her.

When she looks up, her brain becomes mono-synaptic. ¡Oh my God! What perfect hands! They are large and long-fingered. She swallows hard and her breath hitches.

Very slowly, she directs her gaze towards that gentleman's face. She can see that, in addition to the very blue eyes, they are also penetrating, and somewhat laughing. The man in front of her has a very masculine face, although with outlined features, with a beard of about three days sprinkled on his chin and part of his cheeks. Straight and bushy eyebrows. He is young. Her artist mind works at full speed, trying to detail everything her eyes see. He has medium brown hair, abundant and flush with the jaw. His mouth... is hypnotic. God! She swallows hard again and forces herself to stop looking at him, or else her imagination will start to fly like a drugged bee.

The subway slows down abruptly, making him wobble on her heels. A strong hand prevents her from falling, by grasping the arm with force.

“Are you okay?” The man asks.

“What? How? Where?”. She shakes her head to force her neurons to make contact. Quickly, she takes the other part of her badly damaged cell phone, which the man hands her. With a shy smile she says:

“Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for asking.”

He corresponds with a slight shake of the head.

Harper doesn't know if it's the nerves she's feeling or something else, but her hands tremble like jelly, making it difficult for her to put the phone together. When she can finally assemble it, she presses the “on” switch. As soon as the device comes to life, a split screen is displayed with a huge black spot in the middle.

“May it rest in peace,” she murmurs.

The man opens his eyes in surprise and cannot suppress his desire to laugh out loud, which also infects her. In a matter of seconds both are laughing and people look at them as if they were a crazy couple.

After a few seconds, they stop laughing. He sits back at his post, and she does the same, but in front of him. Harper keeps her useless cell phone in the outer pocket of her bag, then crosses her arms.

“Shit! I'm out a mobile. Now how am I going to tell my mother that I'm on the way?”. Without realizing it, she begins to move her foot, tapping the ground.

“Are you sure you are good?” The voice of that handsome man makes her wake up. She blinks repeatedly and nods. She looks distraught.

“I am. I am without mobile” she says simply. He frowns at the lady's notable discomfort. “Do not misunderstand me. I don't care about the device as such.” She waves at the air. “What matters to me is the list of contacts that…”

“Don't worry, smartphones are now scheduled to make a back up from time to time. I'm sure they're stored in the cloud. Also, they are stored on the SIM card as well.”

“Yes. I know that,” she mumbles. “The point is that I need a mobile to say I am on the way...”

“I can lend you mine to do it,” he interrupts her. He reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out the latest generation mobile phone. “If you want, give me your chip and we check that all your contacts are on the card.” He stands up, approaches the woman, sits down next to her and extends his hand, urging her to give him her SIM card.

Without wasting time, Harper opens her mobile, removes the battery and removes the chip to give it to him. The man gives her a warm smile to reassure her.

“By the nails of Christ! Is he a lost brother to Chris Hemsworth?” She thinks. The guy is an Adonis, a fucking incarnate Norse god! Harper manages to observe that he has broad shoulders and arms more muscular than she had perceived at first glance. My goodness! A hug from you must feel great,” she speculates.

She forces himself to stop thinking so much nonsense. She shakes her head gently. If that handsome gentleman wants to help her, she will not object.

“Here you are,” he says as she hands her the card.

She smiles again.

“Wait a minute, let me open mine. My mobile is dual, so it can work with both cards at the same time.”

“Ufff! What a relief, I was thinking about how I was going to tell my mother that I'm on my way. Henry must be thinking I'm not going.” She lets out a sigh and relaxes a little.

He can't help but look at her with some confusion. He is not used to women being very talkative. Normally, he surrounds himself with exotic beauties who are very quiet.

She is silent on the spot, noticing the man's discomfort.

“I'm so sorry for this chatter, it's just that...” She was going to tell him that when she's nervous, she talks more than necessary, but she realizes that confessing such a thing is complete nonsense. She clears his throat. “I'm Harper.” She decides to change the subject, extending her hand towards him. He shakes it. “I'm going to my little brother's graduation,” she says. She tries to sound carefree. “Today, he graduates from high school. Henry, he's my little brother,” she clarifies.

“Oh! I understand,” the man replies, smiling pleasantly, which makes small wrinkles appear on the corners of his eyes.

“Oh my God!” Suddenly, Harper feels an enormous desire to jump on him and devour him with kisses. That man awakens in her a wild side that she did not know she had. She manages to contain herself. But what the hell? What happened to me, reproaching herself. He is a stranger! I do not even know his name.

“Daniel,” he mutters as if he's just read her mind.

She smiles, still shaking his hand.

Daniel, she repeats in her mind. A nice name for a cute boy, the thought makes her smile like an idiot.

“Ready,” he says, pulling her out of her musings. He shows her the screen of her mobile. Here are your contacts. Henry… Henry…” He runs his finger on the screen looking for the contact with that name. There's no Henry here.” He hands the phone over to her.

“I have it registered as a Little Monster,” says Harper, “but in reality it is my mother that I need to write to...” She shuts up again when she notices the man squinting and looking at her carefully. “I better shut up. I don't think he would mind hearing the story of a stranger. Sorry, I don't want to overwhelm you with my stuff.”

He clicks his tongue and makes a smile.

“Easy. Don't overwhelm me,” he winks. The gesture makes Harper go red as a tomato. Daniel smiles broadly. The image he can see is so beautiful, that being on I*******m, he would not hesitate to give her a "heart". This woman has an innate sympathy, and does not understand why he can not take his eyes off her...

She is a beautiful lady, with a faint tan, due to the harsh Californian sun. She has medium, brown hair with platinum blonde streaks. Because of his work, Daniel is very observant, and he does not miss an opportunity to detail it completely. The woman has a beautiful face, with a small and upturned nose, slanted brown eyes and very provocative thin lips. At first glance, he can see that she is a woman of Eastern descent, but with very marked American features. An exotic beauty, just like the kind of lady that drives him crazy.

He is used to surrounding himself with women out of the ordinary; blondes, redheads, brunettes, Orientals, Afro-descendants... and seeing a pretty woman is not something that impresses him much. However, there is something about Harper that does not allow him to take his eyes off her, and at times he must hide and stare at the ground so as not to seem so obvious in his scrutiny.

Harper stands up. She needs to get away from that man who makes her very nervous. She turns around, turning her back on Daniel and turning her look to the mobile screen. She concentrates on looking for his mother's number to tell her that she was already on the way, that she doesn't notice that the car stopped suddenly, causing her body to wobble and fall on the handsome man she had just met.

Everything is in complete darkness, but immediately a pair of emergency lights come on, providing some illumination to the place. She feels a pair of hands on her shoulders and she helplessly shudders. She closes her eyes, in expectation. Daniel's eyes shine with brilliance, and as if they were a couple of teenagers who take advantage when nobody looks at them to make their own, he brings his mouth to that of the woman, ready to give him the kiss of his life. He stops, thinks better of it, and decides to walk away immediately. For her part, Harper can't help but feel a little disappointed. Not that she is used to receiving kisses from strangers, but from a guy who seems to have come off the cover of Men's Health... Come on! No woman would be bothered by that.

“Are you OK?” he asks. “Were you hurt?”

Harper shakes her head and tries to sit up.

For a moment, she feels like a complete idiot for not taking advantage of the moment.

“I'm fine. Thanks for asking,” she whispers as she gets up and adjusts the skirt of her dress.

Harper looks around and her heart starts pounding. She realizes that she is underground, in the dark and surrounded by strangers. Panic threatens to wreak havoc on her. She takes a deep breath of air and forces herself to remain calm. From a very young age she has suffered from something called claustrophobia.

“Dear users, due to technical flaws, we present a small problem that we are already working on, to resolve it as soon as possible. Stay calm, please,” a female voice comes through the speakers of the car.

“Shit,” she snaps, raising her voice a little. “Just what was missing.” Her breathing begins to accelerate.

Daniel notices that the woman is not well at all and places a hand on her shoulder.

“Quiet. Everything will be fine. It's just a brief glitch”. He knows it's a panic attack, as her older sister has them too, so she knows how to deal with it.

“Thank you,” she splutters. “I'll just sit here and...”

“Yes. You should try to relax.” Out of inertia, Daniel puts a hand on her knee. The normal thing would be for her, as a decent woman that she is, to slap it off, but she doesn't. For a strange reason she feels safe with this man.

“Has it passed?” He asks in a very calm and sweet voice. “I should try to make a call,” he whispers with all possible condescension, in order to keep her calm.

Surely! Harper's eyes widen as she remembers that the cell phone in her hands doesn't belong to her. Quickly, she reads the message she just wrote to make sure it's okay: I won't be able to get there in time, I'm locked in the subway. Technical problems. As soon as I get out of here, I'll go there. Tell Henry I love him. She hits the send button and without wasting time she hands over the mobile to its owner.

“Thank you,” she says as she hands him the cell phone.

He nods his head and smiles.

Daniel stands up and starts walking through the entire car, raising his hand and holding the phone up, trying to get a little of a signal. Harper follows him with his eyes and realizes that some people have fallen asleep, oblivious to what is happening. Others play with their mobiles, and many others just stare at the ceiling.

“How the hell can they be so calm?” She wonders. “If I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.” He sits down next to her again.

“No coverage. Your message was not sent either.”

“Great!” mumbles Harper. “Today is definitely not my day.”

“Do not say that. You do not know when it can improve.”

“Yes of course!” She rolls her eyes. “I would like to see how that happens, because to begin with, I woke up with a terrible discomfort because I could not say no to my drunken friends, I am going to be late for my little brother's graduation, I am left without a mobile and now I find myself locked in the subway, about to start having a fit of claustrophobia.” She huffs in frustration. “I’m just missing a dog urinating on me and a parrot spitting on me.

Daniel starts laughing and his laugh is so uproarious that it makes some present turn to look at them. Harper is uncomfortable with the sudden attention. Damn! Why can't she just behave like a normal woman? No! She has to go through life, talking up too much and complaining about everything.

 “I hadn't heard about the parrot,” he barely manages to say, since the fit of laughter is imminent. “It is quite ingenious.”

Harper shrugs and starts laughing too. The man's laugh is very contagious. She doesn't realize when he gets so close to her, she can feel his breath very close to her face. The brightness of the emergency lights is reflected in her eyes, giving them a very sensual and mysterious touch. My God! This woman awakens something very intense in him.

Harper makes a fist in the skirt of her dress and a slight sigh comes out of her mouth. Such proximity confuses her. Oh my God! This man gives off an overwhelming sexual aura.

“If he gets a little closer, I won't respond”, she thinks, clenching her fists tighter and squeezing her eyes shut, to push that crazy idea out of her head. Opening them, he is much closer to her mouth and licking his lips.

Fuck it!

With a swift movement Harper puts her mouth to Daniel's, and lets herself be carried away. He neither short nor lazy follows her, passing a hand around her waist, clasps it against her body and responds effusively to the kiss.

For him it is a pleasant surprise that she took the initiative and is not in the least opposed. Those lips are soft and so luscious so she really enjoys it. He is carried away. After all, it is not the first time that he has done something like this. Kissing beautiful, newly acquainted ladies is already like his favorite sport.

Harper slides her fingers into the man's thick hair, as both tongues collide with wildness and their breaths quicken. A subtle bite on her lower lip makes her realize what is happening, and she pushes herself away from Daniel.

He looks at her with desire, longing that he could turn that kiss into something more, but the woman looks at him in terror. He smiles again, because he knows that he only needs to make a small movement to have her in his arms again.

“What the hell am I doing?” She wonders.

“I-I-I am sorry,” she babbles and turns. What an embarrassment! He'll think I'm a crazy person who is kissing every handsome man that crosses my path. Her hands are shaking like jelly. He starts laughing.

“Do you think I’m handsome?” He inquires maliciously, as he is a very confident man and knows very well that his physique is his strong point when it comes to conquering a lady.

“Did I say that?” Harper turns tomato red again and puts her hands to her face, willing the ground to swallow her. “I'm so sorry. I do not know what is happening to me.”

Daniel approaches her very slowly, puts a hand on her shoulder and forces her to turn to look him in the eyes. Even in the dim light of the place, he can tell that the woman is very nervous. She bites her lip and has her eyes fixed on the ground.

“Do not worry. Human beings react by instinct. We don't have to feel guilty for following our wishes.” Daniel’s voice takes on a touch of lust.

Harper says nothing. The man's voice leads her to the nebulae, and she's sure one of her ovaries just spontaneously combusted. “Fuck! It's great,” she thinks.

The lights go on and the subway goes into motion. Harper looks around. She notices that the people on board look like vampires in the sun, squinting at the sudden clarity hitting their pupils.

Wasting no time, she returns to sit in front of Daniel, who looks at her with a certain mischief. She is blushing to remember what just happened. He lets out a weak laugh because of the blush that comes over the woman's cheeks.

God! What a beautiful smile, says the little voice in her head. That man is as prescribed by the doctor.

The subway stops and Harper realizes that there are still a few more stations to go to reach her destination. However, the man in front of her stands up and can't help but feel her heart sinking at the thought of never seeing that god incarnate again.

It only takes a fraction of a second for Daniel to contemplate the crazy idea that comes to his head, and another fraction of a second to carry it out. He does not intend to just leave like that. He needs to take a souvenir from Harper. He licks his lips and looks into her eyes.

“Come on,” he says and extends his hand toward her. “I imagine you won't get to your brother's on time. Let's at least make this setback worth it.”

Harper frowns and looks at Daniel's hand and sideways for a few seconds. Despite being before a very handsome man, she does not know him, and therefore cannot blindly trust him.

“Let's go!” He waves his hand insistently, squeezing her. “This train is leaving. Literal,” he whispers and winks at her.

She looks both ways and realizes that this phrase has a double meaning. She doesn't understand why she's doing it, but she grabs her bag and immediately takes Daniel's hand and lets him lead her to the outside of the car. The doors close behind her and the subway continues its route. Look at the sign on the wall that says: Hollywood/Highland.

What am I doing? The question reverberates in her mind.

He grips Harper's hand tightly and guides her across the station platform. She lets him take her away, feeling her heart beating fast.

“This is chilling and exciting at the same time,” she continues to struggle in her mind. “It's the riskiest thing you've ever done to get carried away by your instincts and nothing else.”

For his part, Daniel feels the adrenaline typical of the circumstance. It is not the first time that he has dragged a lady who catches his eye, with the sole objective in mind of taking her to a more private place and satisfying his lowest desires.

Both walk at a fast pace, looking both ways, until they reach the end of the path. Harper doesn't think, she just feels.

Daniel stops in front of a door that says: Men's Restroom. He looks both ways and Harper does the same, just to make sure no one sees them. He holds the sign and turns it over, leaving it on the side that says: Out of order. He gives the door a shove and pulls the woman's hand into the bathroom, then locks it shut once the two of them are inside.

Harper casts a quick glance around her surroundings. The place is neat. The walls are beige and have white tiles from the floor to the level of a concrete counter, where three sinks are fixed. Being a public transport station bathroom, it is very well maintained. In the background there is a large mirror, where you can see that her hair is a bit disheveled. She fixes it with her fingers. She does the same with her trench coat and the skirt of her dress. Daniel smirks when he realizes this, because it finds it a little hilarious that the woman adjusts her image in front of the mirror, when in a couple of minutes she will need to do it again.

In the place, you can only hear the sound of a poorly closed stream of water and the rapid breathing of both. Harper sees that on the wall at the end, there are two urinals and he swallows thickly when he realizes where he is. All her sense of alert are activate.

“What do I think I am doing? How is it that I let myself be brought here, to a lonely place, by a guy I hardly know?”, she wonders.

Daniel walks away from Harper, and begins to look under the doors of each cubicle. The review is necessary to make sure that no one can see or hear what is about to happen.

“What is he doing?” The question reverberates in the woman's mind. “He's making sure there are no witnesses. She's going to kill me!” She answers, feeling on the verge of a panic attack. “I must get out of here. I must run, NOW!”.

However, as much as she wants to flee, she cannot move. It is as if her brain is disconnected from her motor functions. It's a fucking panic attack! Harper knows that at any moment she is going to pass out.

“I've never done this,” Daniel whispers as he approaches her, placing a hand on her shoulder. For a strange reason, this gesture makes Harper calm down a bit.

“W-what th-th-thing?” The woman stutters. She is very scared.

Daniel notices Harper's fear. It's like he can smell it. He approaches her a little and in a very soft and slow voice says:

“Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you.” With the knuckles of his right hand, he caresses the delicate face of the lady. “You just have to tell me to stop, and I will. I promise,” he whispers the words so close to Harper's lips that she can taste the man's breath. An electric current runs from the nape of her neck, down her back, skirts her hip and detonates in her crotch.

A low moan emerges from Harper's mouth.

My God! Daniel has an incredible ability to turn her on just by touching or looking at her.

He gets as close to her as he can and holds her face in his hands, then slams his mouth against hers, invading her with his tongue. Oh my God! Harper's heart races too fast, threatening to make her pass out. A warm and very mischievous tongue runs her lips masterfully, breaking through and subtly tasting her palate.

She closes her eyes and is carried away by that delicious kiss.

Wasting no time, Daniel strips her of his coat, while continuing to kiss her passionately. "How well this man kisses!" She thinks, clutching her hands to the collar of Daniel's shirt. Again, that strange sensation runs through him from head to toe, making her sex throb and wet with desire.

God! At this moment she is aware that she has never done something like this in her life, she has never kissed a new acquaintance, and less in a public bathroom. Nor had she been lucky enough to do it with such a handsome man.

She is not sanctimonious, in fact, she is the opposite of that. She has always been known for being very liberal when it comes to sexuality, however, even for her, who is used to talking about very risque topics with her friends, a situation like the one she is experiencing is a bit extreme. From saying to doing is a long way. She can't help but think about the phrase her friend Cynthia uses so often, as she feels Daniel's tongue go in and out of her mouth, as his strong hands hold her waist and pull her against his body.

Harper knows that what she's doing is wrong, that she shouldn't be alone with a guy she's just met, much less kissing in the blatant and passionate way they're doing it, but she doesn't give a damn about what's politically correct or not. She is dying to feel that man in the full sense of the word.

Daniel is a sensual spider who has woven his web around her, and she is nothing more than an innocent fly that fell into his trap. She has no escape.

Male hands grope over the female body, eager to discover more of that delicate print.

He unbuttons her shirt, turning her over and nibbling her neck and ear, squeezing her breasts, over the fabric of that red dress. His hands descend to position themselves at the level of her thighs. He runs his tongue over her earlobe. She gasps and feels her ears ringing, due to the thousand sensations that run through her small body. "God! How good it feels!". Daniel also closes his eyes and lets himself be overwhelmed by all the pleasure that soft skin gives him. The feeling of knowing that he is doing something wrong, risky, and perverted is like a drug to him. He loves the feeling of being in control of the situation. Despite his burning desire for Harper, he knows how to control himself and enjoy the moment to the fullest. She flinches at the feel of a hand resting on her hardened crotch and squeezing gently. He laughs lewdly and rubs against her. She loves to be touched. She gasps and moves her hips forward, to feel him more intensely. His member throbs and cries out to be released. Harper gets carried away more and more. She massages harder and bites her lip, pulling her hips back a little to seduce him. Daniel interprets this as an invitation.

He leans over her a little, and his hands slip under her skirt. He bends down and caresses her from the calves, goes up to the knees and runs along the outer part of the female thighs, pulling up her dress as he touches her. She moans outrageously when she feels a bulge prick her left buttock. He manages to pull the dress over her head and hangs it on the metal door of one of the cubicles. He licks his lips when he discovers that she is not wearing a bra, and without much thought, he places his hands on Harper's helpless breasts and caresses them. She moans again. Daniel gently pinches the nipples, until they harden a bit. He is dieing to lick, suck and bite them... but instead, he bends down a little again, wraps his hands around her waist, and with his tongue he traces a path of saliva from the small of her back, all the way up her line of the spine, turning to the right, licking the shoulder blade and continuing his way to the shoulder, where he begins to spread little kisses. He stops at Harper's ear and whispers:

“Do you like that, babe?”

She just nods her head.

Daniel continues to give kisses on the neck, alternating between subtle licks, at the same time that one of his hands travels down the female belly until it sneaks through the fine fabric of Harper's panties. She gasps and squirms a little as she realizes how a pair of invading fingers move between her folds, giving her a lot of pleasure. He moves them slowly, but very precisely.

“Hmm…” A guttural sound emerges from Daniel's throat as he feels how wet and throbbing the woman in his arms is. And do you like this too?  He is encouraged to ask.

“Yes,” she whispers, beginning to move her hips, asking for more caresses from that mischievous hand.

Harper rests both hands on the wall, arches her back a little and spreads her legs to give Daniel better access. Daniel rubs his hard member, still trapped under the fabric of his pants, against Harper's buttock. At the same time that he rubs it, he wraps his hands around and massage those helpless breasts again.

She moans again, about to reach her first orgasm.

“Tell me you like this.” Daniel's voice sounds like a plea.

Harper's lower part tightens around his fingers. He senses it. The culmination is near.

“Yes. I love it,” she hisses and continues to move her hips cheekily, to feel more friction between her vagina and Daniel's hand. “Ah! Yes! Ah! Hmm…” Harper groans… gasps… hisses…

“Yeah baby. Let's go! Come for me. Give it to me,” he whispers.

No need to ask twice. Harper's body jerks in spasms as her vagina hovers over Daniel's fingers. It is a delicious orgasm that makes her go up to heaven...

Very slowly, Daniel turns her around to face her. He brushes a lock of hair off her forehead and stops to stare at her for a few seconds. She is beautiful! He holds her face with some violence, not because he is a brute, but because he is about to explode and needs to vent. He devours her mouth again with the same passion that characterizes him, while his hands return to rest on Harper's smooth and round breasts. She descends very slowly and traces a path of saliva, until she seizes the erect nipple that greets her with lust. It doesn't stop at being picky. She bites and licks it expertly. He moans, intoxicated with pleasure. It's like another man. The calm and delicate Daniel has been in the background; in his place there is a more voracious, savage and demanding man.

He holds her tightly against his chest, and she takes the moment to lick him from the right nipple until she reaches his mouth again, where they merge again in a hungry kiss.

Harper catches his greed, and within seconds, they're kissing, biting, licking… Gosh! The passionate outburst is irrational. He wants to enter her, and she wants to have him, to feel him deep inside her.

Suddenly, Harper has a brief burst of sanity. She pulls away from him, giving him a gentle push.

“Wait,” she whispers with a ragged breath.

The man's gaze exudes lust. They both lie almost naked, looking into each other's eyes and feeling on the edge of an abyss of ephemeral sensations.

“I hardly know you,” she says quickly.

“I know,” he nods. “Don't you think that's what makes it the most exciting?” He answers, looking at her from head to toe. He licks his lips. “I want so badly to make you moan until you come, again, whispering my name.”

Harper's eyes widen. Oh my God! No one has ever said something like that to you before! Instead of appearing grotesque to her, it seems the most erotic, and more, coming from such a specimen with such a sensual voice. This man is pure fire! And she wants to burn to ashes.

“Tell me that at least... you have...” she babbles.

“Yes,” he gasps. “I do have protection.”

That said, they do give free rein to the imagination.

He approaches her again, to eat her mouth and explore her with that playful tongue that Harper craves in his southern zone.

“Oh my God! What am I doing?” She struggles for a fraction of a second, but her will is overridden as she feels those big hands run over her body with so much desire. As much as she tries to get away from him and run from there, her body refuses to obey him. She is completely at the mercy of Daniel.

She perceives how he unzips his pants and automatically, she goes in search of his member, sliding her hands under the fabric that covers it. When she touches him, she can't suppress her urge to lick her lips, then press her mouth to Daniel's and kiss him voraciously.He groans as he feels that soft hand in contact with his skin, massaging it up and down. He thinks he has to do something to give her back some of the pleasure that this pretty woman is giving him, so he also infiltrates female underwear, making his way with his mischievous fingers in that wet and throbbing entrance that invites him to invade her and claim her as his own.

He hisses and pulls away to look into her eyes.

“You're just the way I like it.” He approaches her and runs his tongue over her earlobe. You're so wet and eager… hmm…” He whispers in her ear, while moving his fingers inside her. He licks her neck, “I want so much to eat you whole.”

Gods! Harper feels that at any moment she can reach orgasm with just the sound of that exquisite voice. She was never in favor of talking dirty during sex, but that man awakens her most depraved side, and it is something that has her pleasantly surprised.

“And I have wanted you to do it, from the first moment I saw you,” she confesses, with the same lustful tone of voice.

Daniel chuckles. He loves when women are uninhibited when it comes to being intimate. He is not prudish, because when it comes to his job, he is used to dealing with daring and very confident women. He loves when they are ladies to the world, but very bitches in bed. He laughs cheekily again when she rubs against the hand he has inside her panties.

Harper groans and with her free hand, she clings to his neck.

Daniel takes his fingers from her and brings them to his mouth, with a slow movement. He licks them before the watchful female gaze.

“How well you know,” he whispers, tasting his fingers and still looking into her eyes. “I would like to eat your pussy.”

“What are you waiting for?” She says in an astonishing voice, due to excitement. “Do it,” she demands, almost on the verge of passing out. The endorphin levels in her body are so high that she begins to feel dizzy.

There is no need to repeat it twice. Quickly, he lowers her panties and takes them off her ankles, kneels in front of her and lifts her left leg, placing it over her right shoulder. Wasting no time, he buries his head between the female limbs and begins to lick.

The sensation is so intense, that Harper has to cling more tightly to the cold walls, while that man dedicates himself to pleasure her with his warm tongue.

With his two hands, he spreads her genital lips and moves deeper into that pulsing, pink and moist cavity. She smiles and lust drips from her blue eyes. It is a beautiful vagina, freshly shaved. Just the way he likes them!

My God! Harper is about to achieve glory. She has never had oral sex done this way before. For a moment, she can attest that this man has a master's degree in lovemaking. He moves his tongue in an excellent way, touches, licks and sucks the right parts and in a professional way. It is a total delight for her senses! She reaches a new orgasm when the long fingers come into play. Daniel moves them with incredible cunning, inside out, in circles... as he continues to move his tongue and rub it over that pink and pulsing bump. He stops for a moment, looks into her eyes, and licks his lips. He buries himself again between Harper's shaking legs.

After a few minutes of pleasuring her, he pulls away from her and takes off his pants, exposing his powerful erection.

She opens her eyes, very astonished. It is much larger than she imagined when she felt it. She swallows hard and without stopping to think about it, gets on his knees in front of him. She feels the imperative need to savor it, to hold it in her mouth and make him moan at her mercy. He is a delicacy of gods personified, with tanned skin, perfectly sculpted abdomen, toned arms and athletic legs. He sure trains very hard. It is a body worthy of a magazine model.

She licks her lips as she holds that veiny beast in her hands. A hoarse sound comes out of her mouth. She is eager to try it. She takes his penis to her mouth and covers it with her tongue. The salty-sweet taste hits her taste buds with such violence that it causes her to salivate excessively. She licks it once, twice, while with both hands she massages it from top to bottom. She is tempted to lick his testicles. She runs her tongue over the delicate area and sucks one of them. Daniel winces and hisses in a scandalous way. He holds her head in his hands and guides the movement. Inside, outside... inside, outside... until he heard the retching coming from her.

He laughs libidinously. His ego as a man is inflated. It fascinates him to know that his penis is so big, that it does not fit in the mouth of women. That they choke on his dear friend raises his curiosity to unsuspected degrees.

With a hard pull, he forces her to stand up, turns her around and puts his hand to her sex. His middle and index fingers roam between her opening and her clit, massaging his fingertips in small circles, as he leans over Harper and runs his tongue across her neck and nibbles at her ear. He bites her shoulder and leaves a trail of saliva, moving up the curve of her neck until it reaches her ear again and licks with delight.

Harper senses him pulling away from her a little, and then hears him tear what appears to be the wrapping of something. From the corner of her eye, she can see Daniel slide a layer of latex down her penis. She bites her lip in anticipation of what is to come. He puts one of his hands on Harper's back. He caresses her and brings his mouth to her skin. He captures her earlobe and licks it again. Holding his hardened phallus between his right hand, he bends the lady forward a little, until he manages to locate the tip of his penis at the entrance of her. With his left hand, he massages her clitoris. She gasps and she puts one hand to her right breast, with the other she squeezes the male hand that lies between her legs, and urges him to continue touching her. She throws her hips back, cheekily. She wants to feel it deep inside her.

He smiles arrogantly, sensing how anxious the woman is. He wants to hear her implore, so he rubs the tip of his member against the wet opening until she says the magic words. Harper makes a moan of protest. Daniel laughs amused at the idea of ​​torturing her in such an exquisite way. Again he rubs the tip of his penis against the throbbing female organ, continuing to massage it with his other hand.

“Good grief!” she whispers. “You're going to give me a heart attack.” She gasps and drops her head forward. He shakes her a bit to assuage her excitement a bit. Her hands are resting on the wall.

“You just have to ask, babe,” he whispers in a breathtaking voice.

“I'm asking you,” Harper mutters. “Fuck! Please.”

“Your wishes are orders, beautiful.”

That said, he pushes with precision and with some roughness. He penetrates her completely, filling her with him. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up when he perceives the intimate friction of their parts when they come together. He clenches his jaw and pulls her arm upright. He needs to feel very close to his body. Skin on skin, and that sound of their parts joining and separating that unhinges her.

“Ah!” She moans. She feels some pain, but she ignores it, the pleasure is more intense. “What a delight!” she whispers the voice of her conscience, feeling the muscles of her vagina contract around this divine invader.

He moves with total mastery, first slowly and then the rhythm gradually increases, goes in and out, with rapid attacks. It makes her moan with joy, and she is forced to drown her moans on his neck, when Harper begins to rock her hips in a wild sway of passion.

“Yeah, like that, baby.” His voice is filled with lust.

“Ah!” Her moans are a perfect melody.

He throws his arm in front of her, at the level of her breasts and clings to that body, thrusting again and again, with rhythm and force.

Suddenly, he pulls out of her and pulls her by the arm, until he guides her to a smaller space. Wasting no time, she takes her T-shirt that is hanging on the door of one of the cubicles and puts it on the lid of one of the toilets.

“Come on.”, he gestures with his hand for her to come.

Harper walks over to him, who roughly pulls her, causing her to straddle him. His manhood is completely embedded in her being.

“Uff!” A hoarse sound emerges from her throat. “Can you get more pleasure?” She raises up, while wrapping her arms around his neck, starting to ride it.

He takes hold of one of her hardened nipples, and sucks it with all the treachery possible, and then runs his tongue, from the clavicle to the jaw, ending in Harper's mouth.

God! Unable to avoid it, she buries her nails, lightly, in his back. Daniel groans at the sensation. She moans with joy as their organs come together and separate. They both have trouble breathing.

“Heavens, babe! I come,” Daniel gasps. “Come with me,” he whispers a petition.

She sinks her fingers into the man's abundant brown hair, at the same time that with her teeth she gives a pull on his lower lip. Harper keeps moving, bouncing and groaning. Daniel grips his hands to her buttocks, pulling her tightly toward him. Both skins burn with unbridled desire, as nectars of lust mingle and a couple of hearts beat wildly.

The lovers explode in unison.

She with scandalous moans and he with hoarse gasps.

Harper presses her forehead to Daniel's, and can see how the lust dissipates from that blue gaze, although she still sees a lot of desire in her eyes. She gives him a voracious kiss and stays on him for a few seconds, while her heartbeat normalizes.

“That was great,” she manages between gasps.

Now it is his turn to kiss her. This time it is a calm kiss, full of delicacy and… delivery? She closes her eyes to better perceive these delicious lips that she does not understand because they taste so sweet. He? Close his eyes when kissing? He’s never done it! He runs his tongue over each of her lips and ends up sucking on the bottom one, which makes her sigh and gasp. Unintentionally, he rubs himself against him again, and this makes him smile in a sly way.

In that sudden encounter, Daniel has discovered a couple of things. She is a playful, uninhibited woman, a lady before the world, but very daring in intimacy. The perfect mix!

After a while of pampering, unexpected by him, since he does not usually caress or be intimate with his lovers more than necessary, she stands up, making him a bit uncomfortable, because it is always he who finishes the contact. She is clear about what all that has been: Sex with a stranger in a public bathroom.

Harper does not intend to stay and ask for his number, much less take a photo with him and then tag him on I*******m. Oh yeah, here I am with a stranger I just had sex with in the subway bathroom! Maybe if I were Paris Hilton, I would do it to gain popularity. The simple thought makes her laugh, and she stops when she notices Daniel's uncomfortable gaze.

Further back, feeling a strange worm, that of not having control of the situation; he also stands up...

Silence makes an appearance. Just the sound of a drop falling into one of the sinks, in addition to the typical noise of a subway station.

They dress quickly, giggling complicit and shy at the same time. Daniel can't stop staring at her mischievously, as she begins to feel the first signs of shame. She can't believe what she just did.

Oh my God! Sex with a stranger in a public bathroom!

Whore, snaps the little voice in her head, the same one that has been very quiet for the past few minutes.

She wants to say something; ask him how old he is, or where he lives, where he works, what he does in his free time... maybe to know if he has any plans for the afternoon, but no. That's not a date, but a very casual sexual encounter. She's afraid of ruining the moment with one of those stupid questions.

Suddenly, Harper is in the grip of a moral outburst. She is tempted to tell him that she is not the type of woman who goes through life having sex with anyone who crosses her path and does not understand what happened to her...

Once again she decides to keep quiet. She knows that if she tries to make it clear that she is not an easy woman, he will scream at her that she is, so she keeps dressing without saying a word, and trying to act like it's not the first time she's ever done something like this.

For his part, Daniel is also tempted to say something, but he doesn't. In fact, he never does. He never exchanges words with a newly acquainted woman after having sex, furthermore, he perceives terrible discomfort from her and does not want to damage the effect of good, pleasant sex by saying anything clichéd like: I'll call you, I hope we'll see each other again, it has been the best sex of my life... He does not usually say things that he does not feel, much less delay certain uncomfortable matters. In good taste…! He's never been good at saying something politically correct after sex, so he prefers to say nothing and not look like a jerk. Well, even if you don't say anything, it also makes you worthy of the adjective. In the end... he decides not to complicate things.

They dress, tidy their clothes and comb their hair with their hands, in complete silence, avoiding looking at each other.

She opens the toilet door and pops her head out to make sure no one is there. Luckily there are no moors on the coast, which is a bit strange because it is almost noon and it is one of the busiest hours. Perhaps the technical mishap in the subway prompted people to take alternate steps to get around.

When Harper is sure no one is looking at them, she takes a step out of the bathroom, followed by Daniel, who holds her arm. Harper spins around, as if that touch burns her. She looks him straight in the eye and notices that he is half smiling. She does too.

He feels the imperative need to kiss her, he doesn't know why, but he restrains himself. She knows that doing so will only mess things up and give that woman the wrong message. It's just sex and that's it. No feelings. He doesn't like to give ladies false hope. It's just that that mouth… it incites him to sin in a beastly way.

“It was nice meeting you, Harper,” he musters the courage to say, after a few tense seconds of silence and awkward looks.

“Likewise... Daniel,” she answers.

Harper averts her gaze and lands it on the ground. She fears that if she continues to look him in the face, modesty will make her behave like a fool. She is tempted to give him a kiss, the kind that takes anyone's breath away, a goodbye kiss, since she is aware that she may never see that man again in her life. Those full lips are crying out for her to do so, dismissing the idea the moment she conceives it. Instead, she turns around, ready to leave - she feels very uncomfortable! How is she supposed to behave after a good fuck with a man she just met?

But she doesn't intend to leave it at that. She decides it. She will give him that kiss that she wants to give so much. She turns around, determined to face him, but when she turns, he is gone.

“But what the hell?”, she thinks.

“Casual sex, babe. It was just that," snaps the voice of her conscience.

Harper takes a deep breath and exhales it very slowly, realizing that it is her turn to leave.

She walks towards the stairs and climbs them with all the calm in the world, feeling how the cool breeze hits her face, easing the burning that her body feels.