DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha and all its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. I merely occasionally borrow them for my own twisted purposes.
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It was all his fault. Well, I suppose you could say it was Souta's fault, for filling his head with nonsense about the wonders of Osaka.
"But I really want to try it!"
"It's practically the same thing as takoyaki. And you can get takoyaki right around the corner."
"That's not what Souta said when he told me about his class trip... Please, Kagome?"
And then he gave me The Look: puppy-dog eyes, pouting lower lip, ears laid back... How could I resist The Look?
Is akashiyaki really worth a train ride to Osaka?
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"You didn't tell me it would be this crowded," he muttered in my ear from behind.
"Don't complain, this was all your idea," I groused, wriggling against him for more room. I shouldn't have done that. Hopefully no one would notice his erection digging into my backside in this crowd. I could feel myself blush. "I-Inuyasha? C-Could you... not.. d-do that?" I stammered.
"Do what?" He feigned innocence as he rubbed his length lazily between my butt-cheeks. I gripped the pole in front of me harder, my face glowing with embarrassment. I glanced downwards, panicked, as I felt his hand slide up my thigh and under my skirt, but realized that even looking straight down, I could see nothing below my waist while standing in the bustling, jostling car. "Hey, Kagome," he leaned down, whispering in my ear, "just how quiet do you think you can be?" He leered at me, waggling his eyebrows in a passable imitation of Miroku.
"Inuyasha!" I hissed, earning a low chuckle that sent shivers down my spine to coil restlessly in my belly. He tugged free the cute little bows at either side of my panties, then tucked them in his pocket. He carefully raised the back of my skirt with one hand, freeing himself from the confines of his jeans with the other. "What if we're caught?" I murmured fearfully, eyeing our fellow passengers. Just then he stroked his long, clever fingers down my cleft, teasing my kuri-chan with deft strokes. I stifled a whine and pressed back against him.
"Mmm, you're so ready... Just keep hold of the pole, and be quiet." He gently lifted me, ("Wider, Kagome," he coaxed) and slowly lowered me onto his waiting member. I could feel it stretching me, and tensed, waiting for that first thrust. Which never came. Instead, he rocked inside me, using the rhythm of the train and his deft fingers to provide an excruciating build-up to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
"Inuyasha," I whimpered, "I'm close." Just then, we hit a bump in the track that caused him to thrust involuntarily, sending me over the edge. I shuddered and released a ragged sigh, my sheath fluttering around his heavy cock like a trapped bird. He gasped, tightening his arms around me; I could feel him pulse and throb deep within me as he climaxed...
An old man winked at us at we left the train. But the akashiyaki was definitely worth the trip.