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The Bus

By: Monica Taylor



It was a hot afternoon that day at the end of summer as Sally returned home from her 20 year high school reunion. She decided to take a bus because she enjoys all the colors of the trees as they prepare for autumn and watching the animals scurry through the woods as they drive through the mountains.

As she approaches the bus to hand the bus driver her ticket, she notices how tall he stands and that his smile is pleasant and genuine. His name tag catches her eye, it simply read 'Brian'. She was studying him so intently and her hands were full of souvenirs for her daughter, she almost didn't notice when she accidentally dropped her ticket, as it fluttered to the ground, it landed right at his feet.

She and Brian bent over at the same time to retrieve the fumbled ticket, as they did their heads knocked together with a resounding THUD. As Sally caught her balance, Brian picked up the ticket and said "Sorry, Ma'am - Thanks for choosing Greyhound." She smiled as she looked into his eyes, she wanted to say 'Thank You' but found herself breathless and just nodded with her face blushing from embarrassment.

After everyone had boarded the bus, Brian announced the destinations (with a voice that so deep it made Sally tingle) he pointed out some of the special stops he would be making during the journey. Sally didn't hear a word he said because she was thinking of other scenery and special stops she'd like for Brian to make, starting with her seat at the very back of the bus.

An hour and a 1/2 into the trip, as the bus enters the greenery of the mountains a tire blows out causing the bus to shake tremendously which sent shivers of delight through Sally's body. Brian was able to pull the bus to the side of the road and radio for another bus to pick up his passengers. He made another announcement, his voice making her nipples harden, he apologized for any inconvenience this delay might cause and that another bus would be there shortly to pick everyone up so they might continue to their final destination. Brian invited everyone outside to enjoy the fresh mountain air as the bus may become a little stuffy during their wait.

Brian stepped out of the bus to begin changing the flat tire. Sally was the only one left in the rear of the bus and she was sitting at the window watching Brian. Seeing him work so hard began to turn Sally on, she felt her nipples harden again as she ran her hand down her neck and over her tit. The thin sundress she was wearing did nothing to hide her excitement, as both nipples peaked, yearning to be touched.

With little regard for anyone who might still be on the bus, she slid the thin strap of her dress off of her shoulder and exposed her left breast to the cool breeze coming through a nearby window. She squeezed her nipple between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, twisting slightly sending a tingling sensation down between her thighs. Sally slid down in her seat and raised her knees, spreading her legs and bracing them against the seat in front of her. Even with the cool breeze, her body glistened with sweat. With her left hand she brushed the inside of her thigh with a light stroking motion, moving slowly towards the growing tingle centered between her thighs.

In her mind she imagined Brian touching her, kissing her lips, her neck and licking the tips of her fully erect nipples. She imagined what it would be like to touch him, to feel his body pressed hard against hers. As she thought of his cock hard against her body, she slipped her hand into her lace panties and found her clit as it swelled with anticipation. Sally massaged it in a circular motion, thinking of Brian licking it, sucking hard on it and sticking his tongue into her warm pussy.

As she rubbed her clit harder and faster, she came quickly with a firm squeeze of her nipple, just dampening her panties. Startled by the sound of the other bus pulling up and luggage being removed from the overhead racks, she quickly righted her clothing and sat up looking around to see if anyone had noticed her. An older gentleman sitting 3 rows in front of her smiled gingerly as he grabbed his small bag and proceeded off the bus.

Sally grabbed her purse, looked out the window to see Brian still working on the tire and she made her way to the restroom near her seat at the rear of the bus. Once in the restroom she removed her soiled panties and splashed cold water on her neck. Reaching inside her purse, she fumbled around until pulling out a small oval shaped vibrator. She leaned back against the door, lifted her foot to rest it on the toilet seat and gently slid the vibrator into her warm wet pussy. She turned it on to low and slid her finger in behind it to push it up even further, pulling her finger out she used it to rub her clit hard and fast. Her body rocked with the waves of excitement.

She continued to rub her clit and finger herself, slowing down just before climaxing and then starting over again to sustain the ecstasy until she reached a full climax and she could hardly catch her breath. She slid the vibrator out and washed it off, placed it back into the safety pouch she often carried with her on trips away from home. Using a towel, she wiped herself off, still tingling, and as she was leaving the restroom she glanced into the mirror and noticed that she was leaving it steamed up. She looked around and noticed that everyone else was gone, she ran off the bus to find Brian just about to finish up changing the tire.

It had started to rain and thinking that no one else was around, Brian had removed his shirt. Sally could not resist coming to Brian's rescue with her umbrella and though caught off guard, Brian wasn't bothered at all. He looked at Sally and saw that her dress was rain soaked. It clung to her and made the full roundness of her tits stand out, her nipples hardened as he stared. Brian rose to his feet and felt himself become aroused by just the pleasure of looking at her.

He looked her in the eyes and said what she had wanted to say earlier, "Thank You", she just smiled. That was enough of an invitation for Brian, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body to his. He leaned back against the bus. Brian had both arms around her waist, as he slid his hands to her ass and squeezed her cheeks softly, Sally dropped her umbrella. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead, then the tip of her nose and finally their lips met. As they kissed, exploring each others mouths with their tongues, Sally's body pressed close against Brian's, he could feel her inviting tits and she could feel the throbbing between his legs.

Sally's hand came down from around his neck and eagerly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and slid her hand in to feel his cock which beckoned for her touch. Brian's hands tightened, squeezing the cheeks of her ass. Sliding his hand down her raised her dress to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. She raised her leg to wrap it around him, he slid his hand across her pussy and found that she was already wet, Brian smiled at her as he spun her around, placing her back to the bus. He kissed her again and with one hand he stroked her neck running it down to her shoulder and easily sliding the small strap of her dress off he exposed her bare breast, he caressed it tenderly, teasing the nipple with his thumb.

Brian's lips left hers, kissed her ear, her neck and then her shoulder, he bent over placing small kisses around her nipple but never allowing his lips to touch it. Sally was running her hands through his hair as her body quivered with excitement. He slid down to his knees, ran his hand down her stomach into the hair surrounding her warm, wet pussy. He stroked her clit softly, nearly causing her knees to buckle. Brian gently spread her legs as she stood leaning against the bus, he guided one leg over his shoulder and as he put his finger into her ever inviting pussy he stroked her clit with his tongue.

Her body shook as a deep moan escaped her lips, she grabbed for the ledge of the window to hold herself up. Brian continued to lick her clit, sucking on it and sliding his finger in and out of her pussy. As he pulled his finger out, he lifted her enough to place her other leg over his other shoulder and buried his face full into her pussy. Brian licked her and sucked her clit, she tasted like heaven. He pushed his tongue into her as far as he could, over and over tasting her cumm and sucking it in hard. She filled his mouth with her sweet honey, as a loud gasp came from her.

The rain continued to pour down, but neither one of them noticed. Sally was still holding onto the window ledge trying to keep her balance. Brian licked her clit again and stroked it slowly with his tongue, she tasted so good, he knew that he could wait no longer. Sally pulled herself upright, slowly pulling her legs off of his shoulders. Brian stood up, Sally reached for him, she put her hands in his pants and pulled out the long hard and very erect gift he had for her, she wanted to feel it inside of her.

As Brian pressed her against the bus, he raised her dress, lifted her legs to straddle him and gently entered her pussy. Sally's moan excited Brian, he pushed hard inside her, they kissed as he lifted her body again and again. With her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies rocked together, both of them moaning with pleasure. Brian slid her up and down on his dick, slow and then fast, pushing hard and deep inside her, she felt so good, her pussy was tight and warm and wet. He wanted to cum, but not yet, he needed to hear her ask for more and feel her quiver as she climaxed once more. He looked into her face, reached his hand around her butt and slowly slid his finger into her ass. She arched her back and screamed, not out of pain but pure pleasure.

As he drove his cock hard and deep into her pussy, his finger slid in and out of her ass, she came, juices flowing all over him, he let go and came too. Sally wanted this moment to never end, she wanted Brian to stay inside her forever, pleasuring her body while she pleasured his. A breeze of cold air blew past them as Sally groaned as she completed her climax. They stood there motionless for what seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly Sally heard a loud noise and felt herself being shaken. She shook her head and struggled to open her eyes, not wanting to leave that moment of pure and complete ecstasy. As she opened her eyes, Brian was standing over her with his hand on her shoulder, telling her to wake up. He said "Excuse me Ma'am, but we are at our final destination and you'll have to leave the bus now." She had fallen asleep, the whole thing was a dream and all she could do was look at Brian and blush. As Brian walked away from her, she gathered her things up, straightened her dress and stood up to leave the bus. He was standing at the bus door to help her down the steps. She finally found herself able to say 'Thank You'.

When she reached the bottom step, just before stepping onto the sidewalk, she turned to Brian and said "Are you available for dinner?"

With a surprised but happy look on his face, Brian said, "Yes I am. Could I take you out?"

Sally replied with an eager "YES". They made arrangements to meet later and then it started to rain. All she could wonder was, Could reality be as good as fantasy?

The Bus



It was a cold December night. The chill in the air was very exhilarating. As I walked down the street, jacket open to the world, I could feel the wind against my breasts. I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder as I got further down the street. I was so turned on by the chill in the air. I stood at the bus stop, waiting on the last bus home. I look up and down the street, and there is nobody to be seen. So I walk into the bus shelter and sit myself down on the bar.

I still have 5 minutes before the bus is due to arrived, and after that walk down the street I am feeling decidedly horny. I run my fingers up my body to my breasts. I begin to fondle my nipples through my T-shirt. My breathing gets heavier as I continue to rub and tease my nipples. I continue to rub, tweak, nip, while thinking to myself, GOD, I wish I had someone to suck them. 

2 minutes to go till the bus is due. Do I have time? will it come early? I think to myself. I don’t care as I run my fingers back down my body. At least I remembered to wear a skirt tonight, cause it would have been one hell of a job if I had had trousers on. My left hand pulls up my skirt as I lift my right leg up to put my foot on the bar.

I slide one finger in behind my panties and slowly caress the damp flesh behind them. The walk down the street had been more exiting than I had first thought. I slowly rub my finger up and down, round and round. Felling myself getting wetter and wetter. I fling my head back and sigh, as I slip another finger into my pants. Just as I am about to slide my two fingers into my juicy cunt, the bus drives up. So, I quickly rearrange myself and stand up. The bus stops and I step out to get on.

I get on the bus and pay the driver for my ticket. He’s quite nice looking if I do say so myself. I turn round to walk up the bus. I am the only passenger. I walk to the back of the bus and sit down in the middle of the seat. It’s an hour-long journey till I get home, so I want to be able to stretch my legs. After the incident at the bus stop I was still felling very horny. The bus had come before I had got the chance to do anything. I look down at the driver and see his face in the mirror above his head. Thoughts rush to my head about fucking the bus driver as I think about my wet pussy waiting to be rubbed and prodded. 

As all these thoughts rush to my head, the bus pulls to a halt. This is the last stop before the hour-long journey that would take me home. I am so horny at this point that I don’t think I can wait till I get home. I know that when I get home I can get a good fuck, but I just can’t wait any longer. One guy got on at the bus, paid the driver, and slowly began to walk up the bus. I look at him and I think about fucking him too, as I feel myself getting more and more wet down below. He chooses to sit halfway between the driver and me, sits down and pulls a book out of his pocket. 

I can’t take it any longer and I lift my leg up so that it is resting on the seat in front. I look down to the mirror and I can see that the bus driver is too busy watching the road. I slowly slip my two fingers inside my pants and frantically reach for my clit. Then I think to myself, these pants are just hindering me. So I stand up and quickly slip out of my pants then get back into the same position I was in. I slip my two fingers towards my clit, up, down, round and round, slowly fingering myself. I can feel myself drift away, oblivious to my surroundings. I continue to play with myself, quietly moaning. 

As I rub, poke, nip, and play with my pussy, my moans get louder. I lift my other foot up so my foot is resting on the back of the other seat in front. My pussy is wet and glistening and open to the world. I continue to probe away and then bus swerves. I let out almost a scream, as I look down to see the bus driver is watching me. The strange guy is watching me too. I don’t know what to do. There am I, sitting there, legs up on the seats and my fingers in my hole. The guy stands up and slowly begins to walk up the bus towards me. I am frozen in that position. I can’t move. 

He comes up and stands in front of me and says “ Can I help you with anything? ”. I am thinking about my boyfriend at home, then thinking about my hot wet pussy that needs satisfaction. I pause for a moment and look in his eyes. I can see that he is looking straight into mine. I just nod my head and he kneels down in front of me and slowly slips my fingers out of my cunt. My skirt is short and has ridden up to sit just above my pussy. He slowly bends forward and gently begins to lick away at my clit. The bus is still moving, but it is all over the road. I look down to the mirror and watch the bus driver watching me as the guy sticks his oversized finger in my hole. 

I can feel wetness trickling down my legs as he continues to probe away with his finger, while still licking and sucking my clit. The guys other hand gradually moves up my body, he slips his hand up under my T-shirt and starts to play with my left nipple. That’s the one that is pierced, I think he must have realised this and he coughs. I open my eyes and look at him. He looks at me, smiles, while continuing to probe away at my hole with his finger.

“You want more don’t you? ” he asks and I just nod my head. I haven’t spoken a word to this guy and he is about to get his cock out and fuck my brains out. He gets up on his knees. The seats are pretty low and he is tall enough to rub his hardness against me. He slips his finger out of my hole and I moan. He pulls his zip down and pulls out a rock hard lump of swollen flesh. I have never seen anything so delicious looking in all my life. I can see the bus driver still watching us through his mirror and the bus is still all over the road. But luckily he was on the motorway by now and it was a straight road. The guy slowly pushes his dick into my crevice, and starts to push and pull his penis in and out of me.

My moans are getting louder and louder as time goes by. The guy fucks me harder and faster as I can feel myself coming to orgasm. Then. The bus pulls to a stop. I look down the bus, the guy still fucking away. The bus driver then stands up and walks up the bus. Strange thoughts came into my head about fucking the bus driver as well, as he reaches the back of the bus. The guy is fucking fast and really hard at this point; totally oblivious to the fact that the bus had stopped and the bus driver was standing behind him.

The guy is just about to shoot his load when the bus driver coughs. The shock of the driver cough made the guy shoot his cum into me harder than I expected. The guy turned round and looked at the driver with a look of sheer amazement on his face. The guy says to the driver “ Want to join in?” as he then looks at me and says “ if that’s ok with you?” I am to far gone to say anything so I simply nod my head again. The guy pulls his dick out of me and stands up. He takes one of my legs off of the seat and slips in beside me, putting my foot back where it was. My cunt is wide open and there is cum dripping out of it. The guy sits me up and strips me of my jacket and T-shirt.

So there I was, on the bus, halfway home and half naked after just being screwed by a strange guy. A bus driver standing in front of me with a boner the size of long island protruding out of his pant. I look at him, and smile, a having just had an orgasm and wanting more one.

The driver then kneels down in front of me and pulls his zip down. The guy bends over and starts to suck on my left tit. Remember that’s the one I have pierced. The driver then slowly slides his dick inside my wet pussy, and starts to play with my other nipple. The driver fucks me slowly, his dick getting bigger and harder as he pushes deeper and deeper into me. The guy still sucking and teasing my pierced nipple, pulling it out as far as it will go. I feel a pain shooting up into my brain as he pulls my nipple out. The pleasure, the pain, its all just too much and I groan out loud. The driver hears me groan and starts to fuck me faster. The guy is still sucking my nipple while his hand moves towards my clit.

So, ahem, what can I say? There I was being fucked by the bus driver. Then, I hear a car pull up, a minute later there is slamming of car doors. The driver and the guy are totally unaware of this and continue to fuck and suck. Then I see the top of two heads going down the side of the bus. I say, “There’s people out there”. The bus driver slowly pulls his cock out of me and stands up. He looks out of the back window and says “ Shit!” Puts his cock away and walks down the bus.

I push the guy away from my tit and turn around to look out the window. And to my fucking horror there is a police car parked behind the bus. I grab for my T-shirt and pull it over me. I don’t put it on, like I should have done, I just sit there with My T-shirt covering most of my breasts. The bus driver is now at the front of the bus. The guy is sitting next to me quickly fumbling with his dick, trying to get it back in his trousers. I can see the driver lean over and press the button to open the door.

Two policemen step onto the bus, one after the other. I hear an exchange of words as the policemen look up towards me. As I see this, I can feel my legs going to jelly. One of the policemen pushed past the driver and started to walk slowly up the bus. “ Excuse me mam… is everything ok?” he says as he reaches me. I just nod my head with a smile on my face. The policeman laughs and asks me to put my T-shirt back on and come with him. By this point I am practically shitting myself. The policeman looks at the guy next to me and says “ Stay where you are”. I self-consciously put my T-shirt back on and stand up. The policeman puts his hand round to the back of his trousers and pulls out his handcuffs. “Is there any need for them?” I ask. “ Just a precautionary measure mam” was his reply with a smile on his face. 

The first policeman walks me down the bus and pushes past the driver and the other policeman. He takes me off the bus as I hear the other policeman telling the driver and the guy to stay were they were. The other policeman walked off the bus behind us. The first policeman then dragged me round to the back of the bus and pushed me forward so I fell onto the hood of the police car. “ Stay there “ he said. The two policemen walk away from me and I can hear them mumbling between each other. I cant quite make out what they are saying but I hear the word FUCK in there somewhere, an then something about a caution and I practically shit myself again.

The first policeman walks up behind me, “ I am going to have to search you now” he says. Then he begins to run his hands up and down either side of my body. As his hand move slowly up and down the move further round my body. Moving slowly round to the front and just grazing my nipples. Then I remember that its only female officers that are supposed to do searches on women and a smile comes to my face. This can only get better…is what rushes through my head. The first policeman’s hands roam all over my body. Up and down my bare legs, as his hands move up and down the gradually push my skirt up higher and higher. Until my ass was open to the chill in the air. He then pushed my bum down so that my pelvis was pushed into the metal of the hood of the car. I hear the voice of the other policeman say “I think its time for the internal…we have to check for drugs”. Seconds later I can feel the first policeman’s finger slowly slide easily inside my wet pussy. I feel rushes go to my head as he probes very slowly, gradually getting faster. Then in goes another finger. “ This has to be a thorough examination,” he says and he flips me round so I am lying back on the hood of the car. He takes the handcuffs off me and expertly strips me naked, then quickly puts the handcuffs back onto me. 

I am lying back on the hood of the car and I look up to the back window of the bus. The driver and the guy are kneeling on the back seat looking out of the window. The first policeman looks at me lying there naked and turns to beckon the other policeman over. “ Come and check this out for me…I am not quite sure,” he says to him. The other policeman walks over and lifts my legs up so I am lying totally on the hood of the car. He stands between my legs and takes a good look. My pussy is glistening with cum and he bends over to take a better look. He turns to the first policeman and says “Have you got your torch handy… shine it in this direction”. Next thing there is a light shining into my cunt. The other policeman then slips his two fingers inside my hole. In and out, harder and faster, slow and deliberate, then faster and harder. I hear myself moan out really loud. I am just about to reach a climax when he stops, and says, “I am afraid you are going to have to come with us”. But instead of taking me to the back door of the car, He dragged me naked up the embankment. Still handcuffed at this point I can feel them cutting into my wrists as he drags me up the hill. There is a tree at the top of the embankment and he drags me over and pushes me face in, to the tree. My hands are together in front of me. He pushes my body in towards the tree and my nipples rub against the bark as my hands dig into my pelvis. He moves closer and closer to me, till I can feel his hard penis at the base of my back. I am so turned on at this point, what with the bark…and the handcuffs…the other policeman’s dick and everything else about that night flying through my head that I say nothing when he pulls the top half of me back and lifts my hand up above my head. He then pushes me back in against the tree and spreads my legs. My nipples rub roughly against the bark and I am getting hornier and hornier. I moan out loud as he slips his fingers back into my hole. He starts finger fucking me like there is no tomorrow. Again just as I am about to come all over his hands he stops. Grabs me by the waist, turns me round and pushes me down to the ground. I glance down towards the bus and the driver and the guy have moved to the side of the bus and are still watching.

I am on all fours, as the first policeman walks up and kneels down in front of me, while the other policeman gets down on his knees behind me. The wind is picking up and chills run throughout my body. But I am too enthralled with what was going on to think about the cold winds and the shivers. To be honest I don’t know what was turning me on more, the driver, the guy, the first policeman, the other policeman, what was about to happen, everything. 

The first policeman was kneeling right in front of me and all I could see was his crotch. The other policeman then spread my legs roughly. And rammed his fingers in my hole. “Hold on” said the first policeman. The other policeman stops. The first policeman pops open the button on his trousers and pulls down the zip. Well I just knew what was coming next. The first policeman pulls down his trousers and boxers to reveal what looked like a 9-inch boner. He moves forward and rubs it up and down my face. I just stay there, mouth closed, legs open, and I feel something hard rubbing at my clit. It’s a strange feeling; I am baffled as to what it was. I turn my head round to look and the other policeman shows me his truncheon. I just smile and turn my head back round to the beautiful dick I had in front of me. “Open up” says the first policeman. “Open up” says the other policeman. And almost at the exact same moment the dick and the truncheon entered me. And there I was sucking and being fucked by a truncheon. Handcuffs still biting into my wrists. I was totally engrossed in what was happening. This went on for what seemed forever and a day, orgasm after orgasm, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, then the other policeman stopped with the truncheon and rammed his dick into my fanny.

So I was being fucked both ends…and loving every minute of it. They continued to push and pull, in and out, in and out, till my legs where shuddering and I almost collapsed. The first policeman rammed his cock firmly into the back of my throat as he shot his hot juicy cum into the back of my throat, while the other policeman continued to fuck me from behind. There was nothing I could do but swallow, because he wouldn’t take his dick out of my mouth. The other policeman continued to ram his red-hot ramrod into me, as I knelt there on all fours swallowing the first policeman’s cum. The first policeman pulls his dick out of my mouth and pulls up his boxers and then his trousers. “ Are you finished with your examination?” He says to the other policeman. “No” was the reply as the other policeman continued to fuck me from behind. The first policeman stands up and begins to walk back down the embankment, “I got to go radio in…I will leave you too it” he says as he leaves. 

The other policeman slides his hands round my cold and naked body, and starts to play with my clit. The front end of me collapses onto the grass. The other policeman continues to fuck me from behind. Ramming it harder and faster, rubbing my clit rougher and rougher. The faster he fucked and rubbed the deeper my moans became. I glance down towards the bus and see that the driver and the guy are still watching. Then the other policeman’s legs stiffen up as he shoots his load right into me. I collapse onto the ground, panting. The other policeman then reaches over and takes the handcuffs off me. “ I think that will be all” he says. I lay there for a few minutes, until the first policeman comes back up the embankment. He hand me my clothes and I quickly get into them, because I am beginning to notice the cold again. The two policeman walk down the embankment, get into the car, and drive away. I am still standing there in the cold.

I slowly begin to walk down the small slope towards the bus. By the time I get round to the door of the bus, the driver and the guy are at the front of the bus. The driver opens the door and lets me on. “ I think it’s about time I got you home lass,” said the driver. I just nodded with a smile on my face. Walked past the guy, and up to the back seat to where the rest of my stuff was. I put my coat on and sat down. The guy came up and sat beside me. The bus driver started up the engine and pulled off.

There was still 45 minutes left of the journey, but I was really exhausted. So I asked the guy if I could put my head in his lap. He agreed and I lay down on the back seat and put my head in his lap, and quickly fell asleep. The next thing I knew we were pulling into the city centre bus depot and the guy was gently shaking me awake.

“ That’s us,” he said, and I sat up quickly. I looked in his eyes and smiled. We got off the bus with not another word passing any of our lips. I walked over to the taxi rank and jumped into the first taxi. Told the driver where I was going and leaned back in the back seat of the cab. Thinking about what had happened I was totally amazed that I handled so many orgasms in such a short space of time. I was only going to be an hour and a half late home.

I get home and walk up to the door. Put my key in the lock and slowly open the door. I don’t hear a sound from inside the house. I sneak in as quiet as a mouse and shut the door softly behind me. I drop my jacket on the floor at the door. I pull my T-shirt off as I walk up the stairs. My skirt comes off as I walk into the bathroom. I look in the mirror, smiling at myself. And say in a quiet voice, “ FUCK what a bus ride!” 

I turn and walk out of the bathroom and back into the hall, kicking my shoes off as I go. I walk into the bedroom and you are sprawled in the middle of the bed, out for the count. So I slip into the bed beside you, cuddle into you an fall asleep. 

The next morning you wake up before me. I sleep on for another hour or so till you decide to wake me up. I sit up in bed and smile at you. You ask me how was my night and I just smile. “ I will tell you one day,” I say. I sit there thinking about the night before. Four guys and I did not kiss one of them. “ Come here you” I say, and pull you towards me and kiss you deeply. 




The Bus



I was taking a bus back home to Florida from West Virginia. At one of the many stops along the way a man got on and sat down next to me. He was about my age and nice looking. I had been hoping to have the seat next to me empty but as it turned out, I am glad he sat next to me.

It was dark out so everyone was trying to catch some sleep. When he fell asleep his head slipped down onto my shoulder. I was shocked at first, but it felt nice and it wasn't hurting anything so I didn't say anything. He woke up after a little bit and apologized. I said it was okay and he laid his head back on my shoulder.

He then grew very bold and put his hand on my leg and started gently rubbing me. My heart started beating pretty fast. What was going on? What the hell, I thought, you only live once.

There were people sitting all around us so he put his jacket over his lap to hide my hand. I slowly undid his pants and slipped my hand inside. Ah, what a wonderful feeling. He had the most raging hard-on I had ever felt. I could feel the intense throbbing and I am not ashamed to admit that it made me feel very powerful. Having this effect on him was awesome. I squeezed and stroked his massive penis over and over until he was moaning so loud the other passengers were starting to notice us. We tried to keep the noise to a minimum but it was a difficult task.

We noticed that several people got off at the next stop thus freeing up several seats in the back of the bus. Talk about luck, I was dripping wet and could hardly wait any longer to have him. Once we had relocated and the bus was back on the road I pounced. I leaned over him and started kissing him passionately until we both had to come up for air. I traced his soft lips with my eager tongue, slowly moving down his neck, his taste was so enticing I could not resist.

I paused so that he could remove his pants. His glory was finally free and it was gorgeous. I couldn't wait to taste him. I took his penis in my hand and slowly started licking my way around the tip. I could already taste the pre-cum. I didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold back. I took him as far into my mouth as I could, up and down, up and down, sucking and swirling until he was just about to explode. I stopped my movement and gave his balls a not too gentle squeeze. There was no way I was going to let him cum without taking him for a ride first.

I pulled up my skirt and took off my soaked panties. I climbed on top of him and slowly slide his massiveness into my soaking wet pussy. I wasn't sure it was going to fit. I felt stretched to the limit and stopped my movement for a minute to enjoy the feeling of having his throbbing penis inside of me. Finally. It was getting hard to hold back our passion. We could take it no longer. He ripped my blouse and started vigorously sucking on my nipple. First one then the other, back and forth until he had me in a frenzy. I picked up the pace, riding him as hard and as fast as I could. 

He reached down between us and grazed my hard throbbing clit. I exploded instantly in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I couldn't stop riding him though, I could already feel another orgasm coming. I wanted more. I was begging him to come. I knew that feeling his explosion inside of me would push me over the edge. I was riding him hard and fast and I took my hand and reached around behind and under me so I could squeeze his balls. That is all it took. I felt him come so hard I had trouble staying on him. 

Needless to say, this gave me another mind-numbing orgasm. I collapsed onto his chest. I felt so good I didn't want to move for days.

We had totally forgotten about where we were and all of the people around us. When we came back to our senses we were both a little shocked at ourselves. We started looking around to see if anyone close by had noticed us. Yes, they had. They were all smiles and thumbs up. Apparently we put on a great show. I was embarrassed but also quite pleased with myself.

We put ourselves back together as best we good and tried to act normal. He got off at the next stop. I never even knew his name, but I am unlikely to ever forget our short but intense time together.



The Bus



6 months down the line we are sitting at the kitchen table and you turn to me and say, “ Whatever happened that night you were late home?” 

And so I get out the pen and paper and begin writing. The end or the beginning of something else, I don’t know, as I put the finishing touches to this. I am thinking to myself. What you are going to think? Well, I don’t know. We will just have to wait till you read it!



The Bus



Wow, liberty in Barcelona!  I hadn’t even been in the Navy for a year yet, and here I was, about to pull into the same port that Columbus sailed from to go and find the New World.  I stood and watched with fascination on the fantail of the ship as we pulled into the port.  

Our mooring lines were faked out on deck, and our line captain was wetting the heaving line so that it would be ready to throw onto the pier when we were close enough.  The tugboat was inching its way to us through the mottled brown waters of the harbor, waters that had floated more than their share of ships over the years.  
The smells of Barcelona reached us before the sounds did.  After forty some-odd days at sea, our systems had been flushed clear of the exhaust fumes, floating sewage, and other smells associated with pulling into a port.  

As we neared the pier, we could see Las Ramblas, the main street of Barcelona, which ran north from the harbor up to the new city.  Then we made out the sound of horns honking, and the all too familiar sounds of street traffic.  “Hey, wake up and get ready to heave around on the line”, the line captain shouted as we were pushed up close to the pier.  

The heaving line and monkey’s fist dangled in loops from the line captain’s hand.  In one swift motion he coiled his body and let go the line, which traveled in a giant arc over the expanse of harbor still left between the ship and the pier. 
The monkey’s fist struck the pavement behind the pier line handlers, allowing them to grasp the heaving line, and start hauling the big five inch mooring towards the pier.  After the pier workers dropped the eye of the line over the bollard, we began to pull on the line.  
First, we pulled the slack out of the line, then one of our crew threaded the line over the bits in a figure eight pattern.  “Heave, Heave, Heave around Goddamn it!” screamed the line captain.  In a rhythmic pattern we began to pull, inching three thousand tons of steel closer, and closer to the pier.  

Once alongside of the pier, we wrapped the extra line around the bits to ensure that it would not come loose and that there would be no line left on deck to create a tripping hazard.  After finishing with my line, I watched as the other lines were made up, and the brow was put over the side.  

A Chief Petty Officer with a spyglass walked out onto the quarterdeck, and set the watch.  We were now officially docked in Barcelona, Spain, my very first liberty port.

Potatoes, thousands of potatoes.  Stinking rotten onions, thousands of stinking rotten onions.  My first night in a foreign port, and here I was peeling potatoes and washing onions. 
This pathetic turn of events began with my journey up to the spud locker.  The spud locker was an evil thing, outside of the skin of the ship, up on the 01 level.  It was aluminum container, roughly six by four, standing about four feet deep, with a hinged lid.  Inside were hundreds of bags of potatoes and onions, various creatures which enjoyed feeding on onions and potatoes, and two or three inches of ooze which may have once been onions and potatoes or whatever else.  So while the majority of my shipmates went out on the beach, I had the aromatic pleasure of carrying forty, twenty-pound bags of Idaho potatoes from the 01 level to the galley. 

Now I know a twenty pound bag of potatoes isn’t much of a big deal, but make twenty trips up and down a half dozen ladders carrying one under each arm, and it is to say the least, tedious.  In the galley I positioned myself next to a large trashcan and commenced peeling them.  After a few rebukes from the cookie about my peeling technique, and the wasting of “his” onions, I was pretty much left alone. 

There is nothing cerebral about peeling potatoes.  Potato number one and potato number one thousand have exactly the same features, and peel exactly the same way.  Next I dump these millions of potatoes into a giant sink half filled with water. Stretching my nineteen-year-old brain, and extremely limited creativity, I play out famous naval engagements in the sink with my fleet of Idaho’s finest. There I was in this little apron and hat, the room tropically humid and hot as hell, recreating the British fleet at Trafalgar, when he appeared.  He was Chief Musebach.  To me he was a hundred years old and mean as hell.  Every time he saw me he took a swing at me.  Thank the gods I was young and although not really nimble, I was always able to dodge his wayward blows.  His jaw was always filled with an enormous chaw of the world’s cheapest chewing tobacco, and he spit the filthy juice with deadly accuracy.   The Chief was everything I never wanted to be, fat, dumb, and ugly.

After finishing my most illuminating task of preparing tomorrows sustenance, I complete my glorious duties by scrubbing the lard soaked, age cracked deck on my knees for nearly an hour under the watchful gaze of the near sighted, obese, half-asleep gaze of the leading cook.  As I drag my weary carcass to my bunk of a very short night’s sleep, I wonder what I have to look forward to tomorrow, for after breakfast and lunch, I will be, finally, granted liberty.

The messdecks were abuzz with the talk of the city and it’s delights.  San Miguel beer, prostitutes, leather goods, and even the occasional souvenir for the family.  All of these topics and more were on the lips of the crew while eating the good old “SOS”, otherwise known as shit on a shingle, and gulping down copious amounts of strong black coffee.  These stories of heroic deeds and sexual escapades made my heart beat with the rhythm of a Latin drum.
The clock slowly crawled around in a never-ending circle, each second ticking off like a week.  Breakfast finished we washed the dishes, and started prepping for lunch.  My mess mate Gary, told me that he had heard Chief Musebach bragging in the Chief’s mess that he had gotten fed, gotten drunk, and gotten laid.  Not exactly in that order of course.  

The general opinion of our crew of mess-cooks, was that Musebach was a drunken lecher, lucky to able to stay in the Navy these last thirty years.  My personal opinion was that he was an asshole, and that if he could get laid, I could understand the reasoning for convents, and vows of chastity.  

The crew stomped through the mess decks around eleven thirty.  They brought with them eyes with heavy black circles around them, and a desire to go lie down and take a nooner.  Believe it or not, the meal itself was the slowest part of our workday.  Sure, we had to refill the pans on the chow line, or replenish the trays or silverware, but for the most part we could stand around and shoot the shit.  

Our discussion centered on the possibilities that the women in Barcelona were the most beautiful, most willing, and most available in the universe.  We were extremely motivated to make our liberty, a great time, and as a whole, we couldn’t wait to get out there.  

After washing the dishes, scrubbing the deck, filling the coffeepot, those of us that were in the day before duty section were twitching with anticipation.  Then about thirteen-thirty, he appeared.  “Men” he belched, “there is a little job you gotta do before you knock off”. 
 “I’ve got three trucks with fresh and frozen stores out on the pier, and they have to get loaded today.  The off-going section will onload ‘em before going on liberty.”  We could not have been more stunned had we heard gunshots in the passageway.  All of our plans were put on hold so we could load up the fucking freezers! 

Without further ado, we were ushered out to the pier under the tutelage of a highly experienced twenty-year-old, third class petty officer.  He then hastily arranged us in a chain so that we could load these badly needed foodstuffs in the quickest and most efficient manner.  Curses and threats to Musebach and his descendents were shouted at the top of our lungs (as long as there was no one around). 

Five hours later we were done.  Tired, sore, hungry and thirsty, we were done.  We rushed down to our berthing compartment, raced into the shower, jumped into our liberty uniforms, and ran up to the quarterdeck.  Barely taking time to render the appropriate honors to the flag and the officer of the deck, we streamed over the brow and into Barcelona!

As all U.S. Navy sailors do, we settled into one of the seedy bars that happen to crowd the waterfront, and immediately bought several of the overpriced local beers.  
After gulping down the first few beers, we finally settled down and began to talk about our happy lot in life.  “I’d like to fucking decapitate that asshole Musebach” I ventured.  
Billy looked at his watch and exclaimed “Shit, we only have two and a half more hours on the beach”.  It was a sad fact, none of us were Petty Officers, and non-po’s were required to report back on the ship by midnight, “Cinderella liberty” it is called.  

By the time we had gotten to the bar, it was already twenty-one hundred.  After drinking a toast to the permanent flaccidity of Musebach’s genitalia, Gary surprised us all by saying “Why don’t we get rid of him for good?”  Several seconds of stunned silence followed, then there were murmurs of “sounds good to me!”  
“Okay smartass” I said “How are you gonna do that?” 
 “Simple” said Gary “Just get him drunk and knock him in the head.”  We all sat back and sipped on our beers as we contemplated a life of crime.  
“I don’t want to kill the guy” said Billy, “I just want to get rid of him.” 
 “You’re just a chicken shit” said Gary. 
 “Fuck you butthole” shouted Billy, “I just don’t want to go to jail for the rest of my life.” 
 I sat my beer down on the table and interjected “Why don’t we get him drunk and put him on a bus to the other side of the country the night before the ship gets underway?” 
 “Yeah! Alright” shouted the group in unison.  It was there and then that we decided to drunk and punk Chief Musebach.  

The next day we were exceedingly respectful to the Chief.  Courteously asking after his family, and hoping him health and happiness, we were quite giddy with anticipation of his professional demise.  Gary was put in charge of finding out about the bus, because a homosexual signalman, a Petty Officer, knowledgeable about these parts, was after his ass, and Gary thought he could get the faggot to get the bus information for him.  

The next morning, a liberty day, we all got together after breakfast.  We met on the 01 level, up by the spud locker.  Gary was the last to show up.  “So, what’s the deal?” I asked.  Gary said nothing, looked around at all of us, and reached into his dungaree pocket and removed a bus ticket! 
“How the hell did you get that?” Billy asked.  
“That dumb queer signalman Gammon got it for me.” Said Gary “ I told him my aunt lived in Bilbao, and I wanted to go visit her.”  
We all busted up laughing and pounded Gary on the back congratulating him on his great coup.  Gary held the ticket up so we could all see it, “So, how do we get Musebach on the bus?” 
Hmmm, I mused,  “Simple, we invite him out for a beer tonight, get him shit faced drunk, then stick him on the bus.”   
Billy piped up “I’ll ask him to come out for some beers after work, he will never turn down free beers, and oh by the way, I can speak the local lingo pretty well.” 

Once we had completed our duties for the day, we all met at the bar on the pier.  Billy had arranged for the Chief to meet us at the bar about eighteen hundred.  We decided we better find out where the bus station was, and then tour the town as this was our last night out before the ship went back out to sea.  

We walked down the Las Rambalas, gawked at the whores, drank some beers, and went to the bullfights.  The bullfights were awesome, but the bus station was our objective this afternoon.  We found the bus station, and to our glee, there was not a sailor or shore patrolman in sight.  Just across the busy street was a bar with tables out on the sidewalk, a perfect location for our conspiracy. 

We took a cab back to the pier to meet the Chief, promising the cabdriver a generous tip if he stayed with us.  The Chief walked out over the brow in civilian clothes, and stood next to the brow looking impatiently at his watch. 
Billy walked up and started talking to the Chief, and pointed us out waiting in the cab.  Billy and the Chief got in and away we went, cruising the streets of Barcelona with criminal intent.  As we sat in the cramped, urine stained taxi, the streets of the city flew by before us. 
“What a bunch of dumb fucks Three dumbass messcooks trying to brown nose me,” ” said the Chief. “You dipshits don’t think you are gonna get over on me do ‘ya?”  
Instantly, this carload full of dangerous criminal minds was transformed into a gaggle of speechless creampuffs incapable of completing a sentence, much less answering the Chief’s question.  
“Honest Chief” I squeaked “We just wanted to buy you a beer and pick your brains about the Med., since you have been here so many times.”  “Hmpff” snorted the Chief.  “Yeah I have been here a few times.  If I had a reason to, I could teach you asswipes a thing or two.” Thankfully, wonderfully, the cab glided to the curb outside of the bar we had previously selected.

The Chief tumbled out of the cab and plopped his fat ass in a chair facing the boulevard.  I paid the bill, having just been promoted to Seaman deuce (a $40 per month pay raise), and followed the rest of the gang to seats around the table.  
We ordered a round of beers, and started munching on the Tapas, the waitress placed on the table.  Just as we finished our first sip of beer, the Chief slammed his empty down on the table top with a bang.  “Goddamn you sissies, you gonna let a forty-seven year old man out drink you?”  Instantly our beers went to our lips, bottles turned up against the evening breeze, and we choked down the rancid brew as if we had been dying of thirst.

After ten or twelve rounds of beer, four or five plates of Tapas, and one pissed off waitress (pinched on the ass by the Chief), the conversation had dropped to a lull.  The Chief was laughing and joking, a one-man show, and we were the audience.  I was beginning to worry about our ability to get him drunk.  It seemed to me that we were buzzing much faster than he was.

Divine intervention, that must have been what it was.  Just when we were losing hope in our quest, it happened.  “Fuck this Spanish horse piss, let’s get something worth drinking” the Chief blurted out in halting Spanish.  “Hey beautiful, bring us a bottle of Jagermiester with that next round.” he shouted at the glowering waitress.  
As the bottle and the beers arrived, I think we all realized we were in trouble.  While the Chief was pouring his shot, I gave the others a high sign.  I raised my empty glass to my lips and winked, hoping they would understand I meant for them to nurse the drinks while the Chief plowed on full speed ahead.  Everyone caught on except Billy.  After he and the Chief had a few shots, to our couple of sips, he and the Chief were best of friends.  We watched and feigned drunken ecstasy as the Chief and Billy hooted, hollered and acted like complete asses.

The Chief had started to doze now and again, and mumbled something about Isabella.  When he was awake, he was still the life of the party.  Every time we thought he had snoozed for good, he woke up again.  Billy was loony tunes, hoping, jumping, and dancing to the beat of some imaginary rock and roll band.  Looking at my watch, I noticed that the critical time was quickly approaching.

When Billy got up to go take a leak, Gary followed him to assess his ability to help us carry out the plan.  While they were gone, I tried to talk to the Chief.  He was stoned, he couldn’t hold his head up, and was muttering things about bullfights, champagne and Isabella.  I knew the time was right and just in time because we had about twenty minutes to get him across the street and into the bus to Bilbao.
Gary was nodding his head no to me as he came out towards the table.  With that indication, and by watching him, I could see that Billy was too far-gone to help.  This was a problem because Billy was the only one of us who could speak passable Spanish.

The first obstacle was getting across the busy street.  It was twenty two hundred and it seemed like rush hour traffic was just getting started.  After numerous false starts, we were finally able to navigate across to the Island in the middle of the two lanes.  As we stood there waiting for the traffic to thin enough to let us move across, I noticed two shore patrol loitering on the opposite corner, just were we were headed.  My testicles began to shrink as I thought about the courts-martial and my subsequent imprisonment. 
Just before we were about to turn around and cross back over to the bar we had just left, the shore patrolman walked away down the street.  Fearing their return, I dragged our little party across the avenue just escaping the impending crushing wheels of a fetid garbage truck. 

We rushed into the bus station.  Neither Billy nor the Chief had shown recent signs of brain activity, so looking at my watch, I determined we had just enough time to find the bus and get the Chief on it. Looking at the bus schedule and the listing of bus numbers and departure lanes was a complete waste of time.  So we skipped outside to where the buses were lined up, and commenced to looking for the bus to Bilbao.

I sat the Chief down into the seat and handed the bus driver his ticket.  Not knowing what to say I pointed at the Chief and said to the incredulous bus driver “Papa”.  “Papa, Bilbao” I repeated pointing franticly at the Chief.  The bus driver shrugged his shoulders and said “si, si, Bilbao.”
We held our collective breaths while we waited for the bus to leave the station.  As the bus pulled away Billy woke up and asked, “Where are we, where?”  Gary and I hoisted Billy up and ran out to the line of taxis in front of the bus station.  We sped through the night back to the waterfront.  My mind was full of fear and loathing, hoping against hope that bus would go non-stop to Bilbao.

The light exploded on the outside of my eyelids like a state trooper’s roadside flare at midnight.  “Mitch, Mitch, get up asshole!” Gary shouted as he shook my sleep-numbed body.  I looked over at my clock and saw it was almost zero five hundred.  I was late for breakfast!  I threw on my uniform and ran to the messdecks pulling on my boots as we ran.  By the time we got there the coffee was already made, and the tables were all set up.  The old black cook Joe (twenty years in the Navy and still a third class petty officer) just glared at us, but didn’t say anything.  It was clear he had set the messdecks up for us.  I took a tray of silverware into the CPO mess, and looked around for Chief Musebach.  He was not in the small dining/lounge area, so I went back into the CPO sleeping quarters.  The chart of bunk assignments was posted on the bulkhead near the hatch to the compartment, so I found the Chief’s bunk, and saw that it was empty, apparently unused during the night.
I skipped out the mess-decks with joy in my heart.  We had done it!.  I passed the word about the empty bunk to Gary, who passed on to the other guys.  The rest of breakfast flew by like no other meal ever had.  At 0700 the word was passed over the 1MC “Now station the special sea and anchor detail”.  This meant that it was time for us to assume our line handling details in preparation for getting underway.

I zoomed down to my bunk, whipped off my smock and paper cap, grabbed my utility shirt and dixie cup, and shot up the ladder to the fantail. The next thirty minutes took forever.  While waiting to untie the ship, we made a few preparations to remove the brow, and to store the lines n the line locker.  Finally, the line captain shouted “single up all lines!”  At this signal, the Spanish sailors in the pier removed the eye of the line from the bollard, and slid it through the eye of bitter end of the line.  We heaved on the line furiously so that it would not fall into the water and become much more difficult to pull onboard.  




The Bus



As we were flaking the line out on deck, we saw a big silver Mercedes pull onto the pier.  When the car got closer we could see that it contained two occupants.  The person on the passenger side leaned over and kissed the driver.  We were all perplexed as to who this might be.  When I saw the gray shock of hair, and heard the gravelly voice say “goodbye dear”, my heart sunk with a quickness.  Yes, it was the Chief.  Other than the fact that he was in different clothes he looked none the worse for the wear.  He strutted up the brow with a smile on his face and a cigar in his mouth.  With a wink at me he turned and headed down towards the CPO mess.

The Chief never acknowledged that anything had happened that night.  I spent another miserable month peeling spuds and washing pots, and each time the Chief saw me with no one else around he gave me a wink and a grin, and nothing else.
A year later at the Chief’s retirement ceremony, after he had been officially retired, he pulled me off to the side.  “Shipmate” he told me, “always remember and never forget, youthful energy is no match for age and experience.”  

To this day, I have never forgotten.



The Bus



The bus was crowded with people getting home from town, as it usually was on a Saturday night.

I'd been out for a few drinks with my mates, but we hadn't pulled and it was time to go home. I rather liked the night buses. You could get into conversations with people, say things to total strangers that you'd never say to your friends or family, maybe even swap fantasies. But this night so far nobody had taken the seat next to me, and I relaxed, swaying with the movement of the bus, my jacket bundled in my lap. I was looking out of the window, not paying attention to anything much, when a sweet perfume nudged me into looking round. A woman was sitting next to me - I didn't look for long, well you don't, it's rude to stare, but she was - interesting. Probably nearly as old as me, wearing a big black wrap thing covering her shoulders and arms, and a long black skirt under it. Hair - reddish-brown, long, curly, pinned back here and there with little sparkly things. Not exactly a pretty face, not pin-up pretty, but very sensual - big, wide, friendly looking mouth, short straight nose, deepset green eyes under fine arched brows. Pale skin, very clear. Not enough makeup to be obvious. She glanced at me, I nodded and looked away, didnt want to seem like I was coming on to her.

That perfume, though... subtle. Not a sinus-clearing blast of stuff but something that wound its way into my mind, sweet, musky, the sort of smell you'd expect a woman to smell of after she'd been making love for hours.... I was vaguely surprised to feel a stirring of interest down there. After all, I'd spent all night watching tight-arsed little dolly birds strutting about, in skirts so short and tight you could've counted their pubes, if they'd had any unshaven .... I had a sudden flash image of the woman beside me lying naked on a black satin sheet, warm and abundant, her bush a splendid flaming mound that breathed the perfume of sex... she'd have big, heavy, creamy breasts, with big stiff nipples that would be heaven to suck and tongue. She'd writhe in ecstasy, and take me to a rampaging climax, just with her knowing fingers and her welcoming cunt.... shit, I was hard!

Carefully I eased my jacket further up my legs so that it covered the bulge of my erection... I kept looking out the window, or straight ahead, part of me a bit embarrassed, but mostly enjoying the sweet pain of being thoroughly aroused and unable to do a thing about it. I shifted my hips a bit, then made myself sit very still, just imagining what she could do with that generous mouth around my cock.

We were climbing up a long hill - Streatham way - and the bus lurched, and she fell a bit sideways, onto me. She apologised, so did I, and she sat very still again, but now her hands were hidden by her wrap, and I could feel the soft pressure of her thigh and hip against mine. I hardly dared breathe as I realised she was deliberately leaning against me... then, very slowly and gently, I felt her hand sliding across, hidden by her shawl and my jacket, slowly feeling its way over my thigh, the fingers probing gently, firmly through my trousers... oh shit, she'd found my cock, she was touching my cock , oh shit she was holding my cock on the bus, only my jacket was hiding her hand! I coughed slightly, she glanced at me and I felt myself going hot and sweaty at the wicked glint in her green eyes. I didn't try to stop her, just kept my hands very still, one on top of the jacket, lying loose and relaxed... her fingers were working up to my flies now, undoing them with amazing skill, and I took in a long, careful breath of her perfume as her cool fingers pushed down through my boxers and took hold of the skin sausage, squeezing it gently and making me want to thrust up wildly against her. 

Then she felt lower down, cupped my balls, moved them about a bit, squeezed them a bit, then scraped her nails tenderly up the length of my cock again, right up to the top of the hood, making me jump and flinch when they touched that spot at the flare of the hood... oh shit, I was quivering and rock-hard, wanting desperately to fuck her, unable to move without attracting attention. She had me at her mercy and was loving it, playing with me slowly, very lightly, bringing me to a point of arousal I'd forgotten even existed. My stop was coming up; I let it go, rode right past, unable to move or say a word. The bus was gradually emptying now, as we got to near the end of its route, and finally she gave my cock one last squeeze then withdrew her hand, and gathered herself up ready to get off. Quickly I did myself up, under the cover of the jacket, feeling the discomfort of shoving my huge erection roughly into my trousers, and we got off the bus together. We didn't say a word, there wasn't any need; I walked with her along a quiet street and into a dark house. She turned on the hall light, then took off her wrap and turned to face me. She was smiling, a sort of ancient, impersonal smile that excited me and scared me too.

The long skirt finished at the hips, just covering her pubic bone. Above it, the smooth creamy skin of her belly drew my eyes, and my hands - and up, and up, over her ribcage, and to her naked breasts, which swung heavy, and free, the nipples like raspberries .... she'd been riding the bus wearing nothing but a skirt and that wrap, and nobody had noticed. She was so turned on by the danger of exposure that I could hardly stop her from falling on her knees and taking me in her mouth right there - but I wanted more than a quick excited blow job, and made her get up and go into the front room with me.

The curtains were open, the street lights shone in with a golden glare, and anyone looking in could have seen us. The light gleamed on her breasts and belly as she moved away from me, swaying sensuously, playing with her breasts and teasing me. I followed her in, stripping off my clothes, and as my trousers fell to the floor she came towards me, and clung to me, skin to skin, my cock throbbing against her smooth cool belly, her nipples raking softly against my chest. She kissed me, a deep passionate kiss, and I ran my hands down over her back and buttocks, pushing her skirt off her hips, and she stood there, nude, a beautiful curving ivory statue in the half-darkness. Her fingers found my cock again, and she played with it, moaning softly as my hand forced her thighs apart and found her hot, juicy slit.

We sank down onto a big, wide sofa together, her legs parting wide for me, and I buried my face in her mound, breathing in that sweet perfume. I tongued her clit, which was as big and hard as a tiny cock, and she moaned and writhed, holding my head in position with her strong thighs. I pushed them down and licked my way up her belly and over her breasts, making her moan for me as I sucked and tongued her nipples, then kissed her hard on her white, warm neck. She arched up against me, and at last I relented, and let my cock just nudge at the entrance to her hot cunt. It was almost too much, and I sank down into her, letting my cock slide smooth and well-lubricated right into her, up to the hilt, until my heavy spunk-laden balls were pressing against her thighs. She cried out and clutched onto me, digging into my back with her fingers, her legs wound around my thighs, pulling me deep, deep in.... I felt her cunt muscles moving on my tool, a regular pulsing grip, urging me to pound into her. Slowly at first, I got going, her moaning and quivering under me making it hard not to go straight to full throttle. I gave her the half-speed thrust for a couple of minutes, then speeded up until I was ramming it into her so fast I could hardly breathe, bucking crazily as the spunk gathered itself in my balls, then shot up and into her, my hot thick cum spurting deep into her welcoming cunt, as her muscles milked me, and she yelled out in her own orgasm, jerking and shuddering in my arms, her clit jumping crazily against me as she came with me. I fell down onto her, dripping sweat and cum, until I could breathe again and I'd stopped jerking. 

Then she smiled, a slow mischievous smile and my hair stood on end as she stroked my shoulders, and made the suggestion that made my cock twitch with excitement even as I was draining off my first orgasm.

We rode the night buses all night, me with my jacket on my lap, she nude under her long skirt and wrap, and sitting very still, not looking at each other, we used our hands under cover to bring each other off in the most amazing, dangerous way. As we got off each bus and waited for the next, we'd stand close together at the bus stop, and she'd let her skirt drop at the back so I could keep my throbbing cocker nice and warm and wet between her firm thighs, and my hands warm on her beautiful swinging naked tits under her big wrap. I don't know how many times I came doing that - at least four or five - by dawn I was drained and worn out, almost too tired to get up the stairs to my room, and my pecker was wet, soft, sore and very, very happy.



The Bus



"Direct strokes she never gave us power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are accidents. Our relations to others are oblique and casual."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Experience” Selected Writings

***

I hate my car. My car hates me. So, thanks to my inability to have my oil checked on time and my blatant disregard for all things automotive, I have to take the bus to work while my stupid car is at the mechanic for a week.

Now that you know that, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Carmen. I’ve always been a spoiled only child. My parents drove me to school when I was young, and at sixteen, I scored a gently used Mustang convertible. Then, when I finished grad school, my parents replaced it with a brand new Thunderbird convertible. The one I used to claim I loved. 

I’d only been on tour buses with my high school choir, so public transportation was foreign to me. I live about twelve miles from the university where I’m simultaneously teaching and working towards my PhD, so I wasn’t expecting anything dramatic to happen on a half-hour bus trip. And it was only for five days, so that only amounted to about five hours. Five hours and counting.

I waited at the bus stop with two other gentlemen who were carrying briefcases. The younger man kept leering my direction. Self conscious, I held my own briefcase closer to me, hoping that it covered most of my exposed legs. I had chosen a brown tweed skirt that just skimmed the tops of my knees and a thin white button down. The heat of that early fall morning precluded the use of my jacket, which I had slung over my arm, and my apartment had been too sticky to even consider stockings. My tortoiseshell glasses kept slipping down my nose, and my brown crocodile heels were pinching my toes. I also felt little rivulets of sweat gathering in the valley of my breasts where my lacey bra was chafing my skin. I was silently cursing Henry Ford, Victoria’s Secret, and Manolo Blahnik all at once. 

Finally, my bus rumbled to a stop in front of me. I breathed a sigh of relief; finally I could sit in air conditioning. I embarked on the bus. I almost burst into tears. People where standing! Everywhere! After the initial shock, I felt the butt of a briefcase nudged into my back, so I was forced to shoulder my way onto the crowded (and hot) bus. I made it back to the middle of the bus, where I tried to brace my feet apart as demurely as I could as not to fall, while I tried to hang onto my briefcase, jacket, and a hanging nylon loop in the ceiling.

The bus lurched forward, sending everyone forward a step. As I was inexperienced, I stumbled a few more steps, losing my glasses in the process. As I tried to hang on and reach for them, a large male hand reached down and plucked them from the dirty floor just before the man in front of me trampled on them. I followed the large hand up muscular arm that was covered in dark hair. At the elbow, the man had rolled up his flannel shirtsleeve. Beyond that, his bicep rippled. And then a broad shoulder. And then a firm, strong jaw, dotted with a days beard growth. And a gentle grin. And a Roman nose. And blue BLUE eyes. Smiling blue eyes. His hair was black and wildly curly. He managed to look cool standing there next to me, even in flannel.

Blue Eyes chuckled and pushed my glasses into a free pocket of my briefcase. “You don’t need ‘em. I’ll see for you,” he said, his voice deep and rough, like the growl of a fenced in dog, yet with a gentle laughter that must make even the iciest heart melt. This guy was trouble. 

“Thank you, sir. I think I’ll try to manage on my own.” I smiled and looked straight ahead. 

The bus made a hard right and the seasoned passengers shifted with it, balancing gracefully. Once again, I stumbled. This time right into Blue Eyes. He caught me before I could fall into the elderly woman seated to my right. His hands seemed even larger, his palms touching the soft roundness of my hips and his fingers clutching gently at my narrow hip bones. At his touch, my torso hummed. For the barest of moments, my back pressed into his chest. Even then, I could feel the hard plane of his belly and firm curve of his pectorals. I almost forgot to breath. As soon as it happened, he released me. As soon as I was clutching the nylon strap again, he bent to my ear, “On your own, huh?” he whispered then laughed again. I blushed a deep fuchsia.

The bus started to empty over the next few blocks. I chose a seat and Blue Eyes sat next to me. I modestly placed my briefcase in my lap to hide my exposed knees from view. 

Blue Eyes leaned close to me again. He smelled of some sort of clean deodorant soap. Like the woods, only soapier. I looked at him, his face was only inches from mine. He smiled again. It was a broad, toothy smile that spoke of kindness rather than of lechery. I was still wary. “No need to cover ‘em up, darlin’. Your shape will be forever burned into my mind.”

Before I could reply, he reached across me and over my head to tug the stop signal. He was up and off of the bus before I could work up any considerable anger. 

After I finally disembarked, I stewed the rest of the day. By the time I was ready to return home, I was ready with a few choice phrases to blast the groper with. He wasn’t on the bus, however. 

I huffed all the way through my solitary dinner and through the senseless movie on TV that evening. By the time I was in my office, grading undergrad papers on As You Like It, I had begun to wonder about Blue Eyes. What sort of work did he do that he was in the city dressed like a lumberjack. I snorted at the image of him manually sawing down trees in the park. Of him bent over, rivers of sweat pouring down his back. Enough to make him remove the hot flannel… I had to shake my head to clear the image. I looked at the paper I was grading. I had written, “Nice work. Your commentary on Oliver and Orlando is shirtless.” I blushed and hurriedly scratched out my mistake. I laid my pen down and stood.

I needed a shower. Something to relax me and help me get over my trying experience. That was it, I though, it had nothing to do with the man. It was just the newness of the bus. Tomorrow would be better. After my shower, I felt refreshed, if not relaxed. I climbed into my heirloom four poster, trying not to concentrate on my still screaming nerves, especially the bunch packed into my loins. Finally I gave over to temptation and reached for the vibrator in my bedside table drawer. I put it on the lowest setting and caressed my taut nipples until I was ready to burst. I moved the toy down my belly gently, teasing my sensitive skin until I was covered in gooseflesh. I placed the tip of the toy against the moist opening to my cunt. I moaned aloud at the instant pleasure. Images began to run through my head. I was bent over a counter, pounded from behind. I worked the tool faster over my hot spot. The man was faceless. He was pulling and pinching my nipples. I was pounding into him as fast as he was into me. The vibrator was pounding into my pussy with the same intense speed. My mind had the man rub my clit, so I rubbed mine with my free hand. My hips started bucking uncontrollably to the images in my head. Finally the man’s face came into view. It was Blue Eyes. As I realized this, I started to come. I dripped hot and wet all over my vibrator and working fingers. I turned the tool off, still shaking from my orgasm. I was breathless again. I fell asleep with it still in my hand.

***

The next morning I chose my wardrobe carefully. I wore a simple black skirt suit and a lacy white slip top underneath the short, slim one-button blazer. The skirt was slim fitting and hit about mid thigh. I knew I’d garner some glances at school, but I as looking for one target in particular: Blue Eyes. I’ve never wanted a man the way I wanted him, and I don’t even know why. I’ve known plenty of handsome men, and my type was usually bookish, well-educated philosopher types. But… this was new. I was eager getting onto the bus that day. Only to be disappointed. He was no where to be seen.

The same went for the return trip, and the rest of the week. By Friday afternoon, I’d given up hope. Friday I wore snug jeans and red button down shirt. I added a slim black corduroy blazer to fend off the chill that was settling in. I allowed my long, brunette hair to tumble down over my shoulders, but kept my glasses.

I was finally used to the jostling and jarring of the bus… and to shouldering through crowds to get on and off. I stayed on the bus beyond my stop because I was traveling to the mechanics to pick up my car. It was nearing five o’clock when I disembarked from the bus for the final time. I rushed into the mechanic’s office, hoping I wasn’t too late. The garage door had already been pulled. I breathed a sigh of relief when I opened the door and saw a figure seated at the desk. His head poked out above the top of the comfy looking desk chair. The figure was talking on the phone, the cord was pulled taught around the chair. Unsure of whether I should interrupt, I cleared my throat and backed up. The figure didn’t turn, but raised one finger. I looked around the office. It was remarkably neat, the walls lined with awards for excellence and with framed photographs of people and cars. Shelves held file folders, manuals, and various bric-a-brac. A cabinet hung ajar. I could see that it held numerous sets of keys. The desk held a phone and some papers. I listened as he finished his muffled conversation.

“I know. I made the payment. It’s mine now,” he paused. “Yeah… I’ll be over later to celebrate. I just got one more customer here to pick ‘is car up. Later, Buddy.” The mechanic turned the chair to face me. His blue eyes widened in shock. I stumbled backwards into the glass wall that separated the office from the garage.

“You” I said at almost a whisper.

He recovered first. His left eyebrow lifted, “And you” he replied. “You’re the 2004 Merlot Thunderbird Convertible? V8 with SST and seventeen inch wheels?!”

I nodded. It was all I could do.

“I figured Carmen was some poindexter midlifer with no hair.”

I remained silent.

“Not that I’m not happy it’s you.” He smiled, and stood. He filled the room. He seemed larger than he had the day they met. I stepped back, only to find myself pressed against the glass wall. He either didn’t notice or pretended not to. He simply turned to the open cabinet and plucked my keys out. He tossed them to me. I’m amazed that I caught them. He walked past me and opened to door to the garage. My car sat there, looking freshly waxed. Blue Eyes ran one hand along the soft top. “Gorgeous” he murmured.


“I like it, too.” I squeaked.

“I meant you,” he tossed back easily. “Hell of a job you did on the tranny. You have Select Touch… you really need to be careful. Maybe someone needs to teach you how to drive a stick.”

“I’ve only driven manual, thankyouverymuch!” I said heatedly. “This select thingy throws me off. It’s not the same.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it,” he said, moving away from the car. As he neared me, my senses heightened. I smelled the oil on the floor, felt the vibration from the generator, tasted the grittiness of the air. And, what’s more, I felt hot all over despite the air conditioned coolness of the garage. I didn’t back up, though. I felt rooted to the floor. He reached me and plucked the keys from my hand. He shoved them into his jeans pocket. I started to protest but he placed a finger over my lips. He smiled and before I could blink, he’d replaced his hand with his lips. His arms quickly went around me, his left hand cradling my head, his right possessively perched on my hip. I tilted into him before I had a chance to think to refuse. My lips parted and his tongue plundered my open mouth. I moaned against him, moving closer. My hands went to his hair, my fingers raking his scalp, tangling in his curls. He backed me into a table and, without breaking contact, lifted me onto it. He pushed himself between my legs and I wrapped myself around him, pulling him closer. I was so hot, my mind forgot to protest. I needed more.

I let go of his hair and started working at the buttons of his shirt. He pushed my hands away and stripped himself of his shirt, barely breaking our kiss. My hands roved the sturdy planes of his chest and back. My fingers found his taut nipples and rolled and plucked at them. My hands kneaded and worked the supple muscle of his back. His hands began a journey of their own. He divested me of the thick blazer and palmed my heavy breast through the thin fabric of my shirt. His thumb barely brushed my nipple and it stood at attention. I leaned back, breaking our kiss.

He stopped his ministrations and searched my face for any signs of misgivings. I smiled wickedly and pulled my shirt over my head. My bra followed. His smile matched mine. I saw it seconds before he dipped his head to suckle my waiting nipple. I let my head fall back. While he licked and nipped on one nipple, his fingers twirled and fondled the other. I was in heaven. The world had no edges; everything was muted, in soft focus.

He kissed his way up my chest to my neck, nibbling and sucking. He worked my sensitive earlobe. His whispered husky voice sent shivers down my spine. “I want you… and if...” I cut him off by pulling his chin up and giving him a slow, tantalizing kiss. He pulled away with a moan, “You’re going to be the death of me… I can tell,” he said as he lifted me into his strong, capable arms. He carried me to the office and sat my on the soft chair. In one motion, everything that was on the desk was scattered on the floor. He lifted me up again and laid me down on the desk. He gave me another smile and undid the buttons of my jeans. I watched disconnected as the denim slid down my long, tan legs. My mind was somewhere else, my body running on instinct alone. I reached for his waistband, but he stopped me, smiling devilishly at me. My skimpy thong followed my jeans to the floor. 

I watched as his head dipped to the apex of my thighs. I braced myself for the pleasure, but he surprised me. He kissed below my belly button, and further southward to the crease of my pubis. He then navigated to the right, kissing the creamy inside of my thigh. He licked and nibbled as though I were a delicate desert. I almost screamed from the sweet torture. He moved to my other thigh and worked his way up to the intersection of my thighs. I was dripping onto the desk by now, writhing in passionate anticipation. Finally, he dipped his head again, this time to lay his tongue on the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body. He laved my clit; he caressed the folds of my sex with his tongue. He delved his two meaty fingers deep into my cunt, bending and gesturing until he found the other most sensitivity within me. He pounded his fingers into me; I pounded back, wildly bucking my hips onto his hand. I was slippery and blind with excitement. I sensed rather than felt him come up near my face. His voice was deeper now, huskier. “Now,” was all he said. I did. I spiraled into myself, my insides bursting like a million fireworks. 

Before my waves of passion had subsided, he was standing in between my thighs, looking at me, searching my face. I shook my head no. He looked as though I had ripped his heart out. I smiled and slid down off of the desk, feeling my own dampness on my ass.


He stood, crestfallen. I took his hand and pulled him close to me. I rose onto my tiptoes, “Like this,” I said. I turned and bent over the glossy metal desk. My ass wiggled promisingly at him, my juices still flowing down my legs. I heard him groan. I felt him come up behind me. I felt the head of his shaft press against my pink folds. I spread my legs a little wider, not knowing what to expect. I leant down on my forearms, straightening my back.

I finally felt him enter me. He was long and thick, filling me to what felt like the maximum. I stretched around him, my pussy muscles fighting the intrusion. He placed his large hands on my hips and slowly pulled out, almost leaving me, then shoving my tight cunt back onto his cock. I cried out, the pleasure and pain fusing. I sensed his smile as he leaned down close to my ear. I felt the vibration of his throat on my shoulder as he said, “Hold on, little darlin’, I ain’t gonna go easy after that tease.” I smiled, a held the far side of the desk. My tits were mashed into the still warm desk, making me feel almost as though I was bound there.

True to his word, he thrust with all his might, working his hard cock in and out of my tight hole. Once I was used to his size and girth, I began pounding back. He reached down to lubricate his finger in my creamy juices. He rubbed his finger over my puckered asshole, gently at first. I moaned my pleasure and reached around to gently massage his balls, allowing my finger to slide over the crease from his asshole to the base of his prick. He showed his appreciated by pounding me harder. He grasped my shoulder and pulled me to him as close as we could get. My tits bounced on the desk, my nipples firm. His ministrations of my ass grew more attentive and finally he allowed his finger to enter me. I squealed in surprise and delight, and I felt my pussy muscles clamp around him. He worked his finger in and out with increasing speed and rammed my pussy with the same tempo. Soon, I could take no more. I shook with my second orgasm as waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned and writhed. I shrieked and shouted. 

He pulled his finger of me and again embraced my hips. His grip was bonecrushing and he pumped in and out of me. 

I heard him curse, then moan. I felt the first spurt of cum deep into my womb. My pussy milked at his cock, begging him for more. He pulled himself out of me and felt more of him splash onto my spent asshole and my back. I shuddered, enjoying how he’d used me and given me so much. I sagged against the desk, enjoying the coolness it now emanated.

***

“Carmen?” a questioning voice came.

“Yeah?”

“Here are your keys,” he said, jingling them.

I woke up, wrapped in a worn but clean blanket. I don’t know how long I’d been asleep. 

I sat up, still wrapped in the blanket. Blue Eyes stood there, a towel around his waist. He smiled down at me, holding the keys. 

I smiled back, “Oh, I think I’ll take the bus.”



The Bus



She awoke to the morning feeling warm and comfortable in her large bed. Looking out the window she saw it was another warm spring day the sun shone warmly into her room, the birds would be singing their songs perched high in the tree tops. The wind would blow softly upon her face as she walked the two blocks to the bus stop where she would see him. Every morning she took the bus to work and every morning the most incredible man would be on that very bus. With those thoughts in her mind she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to have her shower. In the shower she relished the feeling of the warm water cascading over her high firm breasts down the flatness of her stomach, down her legs, imagining it to be his hands caressing her skin bringing her body to life. 

Feverishly she tried to calm her thoughts of him, he was always in her thoughts, and the weekend was the worst, knowing that she would have to wait until Monday morning to see him again. But today it was Tuesday and she would see him, his chiselled features, those electric eyes and soft waving chestnut hair, his body the image of Adonis. If only she could touch the strong rippling muscles that bulged under his business attire. 

Giving herself a mental shake she claimed from the shower and dried her now tormented body and dressed. She always took care while dressing now that he had started taking the bus, making sure to wear a hint of perfume in her hair so that when she moved her head he was sure to get the scent of her. She always chose a seat near him if not next to him. Sitting next to him was the ultimate torture, for her body would feel the effects of him the entire day, she was barely able to concentrate on her job. He never seemed to notice her though, so she never made any effort to talk to him other than to say a pleasant good morning hoping not to make it look to obvious with an over zealous smile. 

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Sitting in the diner on his way to the office, he lingered over his eggs, toast, coffee and sausage. His mind drifting, today he would see her that incredible woman with the long curling auburn hair that tumbled over firm straining breasts, sexy amber eyes that seemed to glow when she looked his way, long slender legs. Never had he more than said two words to her, always feeling so tongue tied never able to think of anything to say to her. Upon awakening he would find his mind filled with her, her dazzling smile and the scent of her perfume was everywhere. Even when she was not around he could smell her. 

Getting up out of the chair he paid the waitress for his meal. He glanced at the large round silver encased clock that hung near the door, he would have to hurry if he were going to make the 8:00 bus downtown. He didn't have to be at work until 10:00 but ever since he had been required to go in early two months ago and had encountered that amazing woman, he now went into work three quarters of an hour early just to see her and to smell the enticing scent of her.

He ran down the street from the restaurant reaching the bus stop just as the bus did. Dropping the coins into the fare box, he scanned the bus for an empty section, to ensure she would sit near him. He needed to be close to her. Hell he just needed to touch her. If only he had the courage to say something to her. What would happen if he did talk to her, or ask her out, the worst she could do was say no. God he didn't even know, she could have a boyfriend. With that thought last in his mind, he chose a seat at the back since it seemed to be the only empty section.

The bus moved down the street toward her. This was it - her stop. His heart pounded in his chest, his blood surged through his veins. He watched the front of the bus out of the corner of his eye hoping to see her. 

______

She could see the bus. Her heart started to pound and her stomach did its customary flip flop every time she would see the bus. The brakes squealed to a halt in front of her. Climbing the stairs, showing the driver her bus pass, she made her way down the aisle toward the back of the bus where she saw him sitting. She would have to sit next to him today there were no other seats anywhere else close enough to him. Swallowing the lump back down into her throat, she forged on. 

Just as she was about to sit down next to him, the bus surged forward sending her into his lap. Oh God she was such a klutz. His hand came up to stop her fall. But too late she landed in a heap in his lap. She raised her head to look into those dazzling eyes of his. The moment their eyes met she knew he too felt the same desire for her. His lips parted, and she ever so slightly slid her tongue over her full bottom lip sending an invitation out to him. He could not resist her he needed to touch his lips to hers. Just to taste her to know her. His lips slowly descended upon hers, the first touch of their lips sent shockwaves of passion through them. They were oblivious to anyone else. They were completely engrossed in the feelings whirling through their bodies. His hand slipped under her blouse to touch her beautiful bare breasts. They were so beautiful, he lifted his head from her lips and bent down to take her nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were so beautiful they were swollen from the passion that flowed through her like a torrential river. His hands slid down her flat stomach; he could feel it quivering beneath his touch. Gentle moaning sounds were escaping from her lips her head fell back with complete abandon. 

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Others were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the couple who were so lost in their desire, they now had forgotten where they were and that they were not alone. 

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He lifted her skirt to reveal long slender thighs and, Oh God, she wasn't wearing any panties. His fingers slid into her, her body moving in rhythm with his touch. She wanted him all of him. She could feel the hard impression of his engorged member against the delicateness of her stomach. She undid his pants freeing his beautiful rock hard cock. 

From somewhere she heard a gasp. It was not her. Where had it come from? Too involved with the spiralling feelings swirling through her body she ignored it. She lifted herself up enough to allow him entry to her now hot wet swollen flower. 

He entered her slowly, agonizingly. Ever so slowly he lifted her and felt the desire of being within her beautiful body envelop him. Being with her felt so wonderful, so complete; never had he had such intense sexual feelings for another. He could feel she was nearing her climax, muscles grabbing at his throbbing shaft. Deeper and deeper he surged. All at once they climaxed in a torrential flood of surging tidal waves. Wrapped in each other's arms they slowly came out of their passion filled fog, to find the bus driver standing over them saying that they would have to get off the bus because they were disturbing the other passengers. He gave them a wink as he turned around, and a broad smile spread across his face.



The Bus



Finally we both have a couple of days off from work. We decide to go to Cripple Creek for some sight seeing and a little gambling. We'll take one of the gambling buses and let someone else do the driving. Its a 2 hour trip and we decide to leave after work so we'll have more time to enjoy ourselves when we get there. The bus leaves at 8pm so we rush home, shower, change, grab a bite to eat and head over to board the bus.

It's the middle of the week and the bus is not full. We choose seats at the very back and when the bus gets underway, there are 3 empty seats between us and the next passengers. As we head out of town we watch the city lights grow smaller and smaller. There are no lights on in the bus, everyone is content to sit in the dark and grab a rest before we get to Cripple Creek.

We're sitting side by side, holding hands and making small talk. "How was your day at work"?, "What do you want to do besides gamble after we get there"? At last we're on the highway and the city lights are far behind us.

You reach over and gently put your hand on my thigh, just above my knee. Softly stroking your thumb back and forth over my sensitive skin. I'm so glad I choose to wear a short denim skirt. I check to see what the other passengers are doing and then I look over at you. I can hardly see your face its so dark inside the bus, but I can just make out that delicious twinkle in your eye, the one you get when you have a great idea. I put my head back on the headrest and clothes my eyes and decide to see how far you'll take this.

Slowly, so very slowly you inch your hand up my thigh. Lightly kneading my leg as you go, your fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Already I can feel those luscious tingles spreading up and down my spine. I let out a soft sigh and spread my legs a little to give your wandering hand and unobstructed path. 

After what seems a tormentingly long time, but in reality is only minutes, you finally reach your destination and discover that I'm already so hot and wet for you. You bury your face in my shoulder and let loose a soft groan into my neck. As you trace your fingers around the elastic of my panties you kiss my neck and nip on my ear lobe. My body shudders and I have to clamp my lips together to keep from moaning my pleasure out loud. You slowly kiss your way down my shoulder to my breast., lightly plucking the fabric of my t-shirt with your teeth. At the same time that your teeth finally close over my already hardened nipple you slip a finger under my panties and circle my wet throbbing clit. My hips buck up off the seat and I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the cry of pleasure from escaping. One of my hands is gripping the arm rest and the other is now clutching your leg. 

You smoothly nip at my nipple with your teeth as you slip another finger under my panties. My breathing is coming faster now. The effort to stay quiet is about to drive me insane. Your rubbing my clit, stroking the soft folds of my sex and still nibbling at my nipple with your teeth. My hips are bucking almost wildly now and just when I don't think I can stand another second of this sweet delicious torture, you slip a finger deep into my wetness. A stunning climax takes me by surprise and I stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming out my pleasure. Faster and faster you stroke your finger in and out of me, biting my nipple the whole time, my body quaking with the force of my release. You slow the torturous movements of your hands and slowly kiss your way back up to my neck. We're both breathing hard but trying not to alert anyone to what we just did. As my body slowly calms down you languidly retrace your path down my thigh to tenderly cup my knee. You sit up and pull my head onto your shoulder, I'm still trying to catch my breath. You stroke my hair and caress my knee till finally my breathing is back to normal. As I snuggle in your arms and drift off into a pleasant nap my mind is dancing with ideas of what I'll do to you on the return trip.



The Bus



He cinched up the old winter coat and pulled the hood over his head, scrunching down slightly in the back row of the bus. This was the stop. Sure enough, he watched her board the bus behind another passenger. Not looking around, she chose a seat next to the window and sat, adjusting the fur trim of her black wool coat up around her ears. She breathed on her fingers to warm them against the cool. He smiled to himself, staring longingly at her profile. Just another few blocks. 

He tore his glance away from her to watch the passing streets. Almost there. Just as the bus pulled to the right lane to stop, he stood up and palmed a folded piece of paper. Walking towards the front of the bus, he stopped even with her seat. She looked up at him briefly, leaning back as he suddenly bent down in front of her seat. Brushing her coat, careful not to actually touch her, he touched the floor in front of her seat, then stood slowly, obviously enjoying the view as he rose. Her perfume stole across the distance to tease his senses. Her eyes widened as they met his, and her lips parted to speak. 

"Excuse me Miss" he said, interrupting her. "I believe you dropped this." He handed her the note, which she accepted blindly, staring at him. 

He turned abruptly and continued his walk to the front of the bus, the last one off at the stop. He felt her eyes on him as he walked determinedly away from the bus stop, not altering his course until he heard the bus pull away. He then quickly swerved to the parking lot, to jump in his waiting car, the one he's strategically dropped off there earlier this afternoon. He'd been waiting for today for weeks. Working out every detail. He dropped the car into drive and pulled out into the road, following the path of the bus. 7 stops. He had 7 stops to get everything ready. The bus had been crowded, he was sure it would stop at each of the seven stops. His car slowed down at an intersection, and he looked over at the bus as he passed it, dreading the possibility that she would glance over and see him. Through the window, she was holding his note in her hands, re-reading it. He smiled to himself and sped up. About 2 miles later, he pulled into a parking lot of a local pub, took off his ratty coat, and threw it in the back seat. He then donned his sport coat over the silk shirt and tie he'd been wearing underneath. Walking in, he found a spot in the rear against the wall, where he could clearly see the entrance. He ordered a drink and sat down to wait. She wouldn't be long, he thought. She'll come, he reassured himself. 

About ten minutes later she walked into the bar confidently, the light from the doorway framing her profile in a perfect silhouette. She went to the corner coat rack and hung her coat, revealing a purple sweater with a plunging neckline that displayed tempting cleavage. The sweater clung to her waist, curling above a black skirt that was just short enough, just tight enough, that you wondered if it was really appropriate for business attire. Dark stockings clung to her shapely legs. Diamond earrings winked through her hair which curled softly behind her ears. She went straight to a stool at the bar. She did not scan the crowd looking for him, or give anyone else any sort of signal that she was either looking or available. Good girl, he thought to himself. He waited until she'd ordered her drink, and then picked up his and sauntered over to take the seat next to her. 

He leaned over her shoulder as he sat down. "I was hoping you'd come" he said quietly. 

"With such an invitation? You hardly gave me the opportunity to decline politely" she replied with a bit of asperity, belied by the twinkle in her eye. 

"I was obviously appealing to your better social judgment , and the associated guilt that would prevent you from leaving me here to sit by my lonesome, waiting to see if you'd come. I'd likely wait until closing, you know" he replied in all seriousness, then winked conspiringly. 

She placed her hand on the bar in front of him. The diamond winked up at him. "I am married" she said with attempted firmness. 

He met her eyes, undaunted. "Then your husband should take better care of you than to make you ride the bus." He paused, then smiled wickedly "you never know what sorts of trouble you can find on the bus, you know." 

She frowned, slightly. "My husband said he had to take my car in to the shop for repairs today". 

"Well, I'm glad today was my day to ride the bus too" he said. "Lucky me." He grinned at her sensually. After a short pause she hesitantly met his smile. This was going well. He downed the rest of his drink, and lifted his glass in the direction of her nearly empty drink. "Can I get the next round" he asked, leaning across the bar as if he was trying to signal the bartender, unobtrusively sliding closer to her. He ordered for them both, and they watched as the bartender mixed the drinks and slid them across to them. 

"I'm Adam" he said, saluting her with his drink. 

She paused briefly, and met his eyes. "Eve" she replied. 

His lips twitched but he said nothing, continuing his salute, which she met with her glass and they both drank, maintaining eye contact above the glass. Heat seemed to sizzle between them, tension building with each sip. 

"God I wish I was your glass" he whispered, eyes locked on her lips as they hovered around the rim of the glass. 

She pretended to ignore him, instead licking her lips sensually, and fishing the sliced lime out of the glass. She sucked on it slowly, watching his reaction. At least, she watched the reaction in his face and posture, he didn't think she could see the instant response that was occurring below the bar. She squeezed the lime with her fingers, ignoring the drip that clung, glistening to her bottom lip. She might be able to ignore it, but he certainly couldn't! He leaned closer, pausing about an inch from her face. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "I love lime" before capturing her bottom lip with his own. She moaned slightly, leaning into him, drawing his lips into a deeper kiss. The tartness mingled with the flavor and heat of her mouth, giving him a heady sensation as he realized she'd leaned far enough forward that she was bracing herself with her hand on his thigh. Reluctantly, he broke off the kiss, taking the wedge of lime from her now limp fingers, and put it in his own mouth. She was now the one watching his lips... good. 

She straightened a bit, unconsciously pulling her skirt down where it had ridden up on the bar stood. He allowed her to relax a bit, using some inane small talk about weather and bus rides, before their drinks were again getting low. Instead of ordering more, he leaned over and placed his hand on her shoulder, letting it slide of its own volition down her back to the curve of her waist. His hand fit perfectly along her curves, he thought. "I want to take you somewhere." He whispered. 

She was silent, under his caress, but nodded her head yes. He took both her hands, and helped raise her from the stool. Sliding his hand around her waist, hers slid up his back as they walked arm in arm to collect her coat. Each could feel the heat radiating off the other, feel the fingers gently squeezing and releasing as they walked. He held her coat as she put it on, and they walked out to his car. She quirked an eyebrow at his as he opened the door for her, obviously putting together that he had a car, and thus no real reason to be on the bus that afternoon. Wisely, she held silent. 

They drove in silence, his hand sliding across the car to rest on her thigh, slowly hitching it up until it revealed the top of her lace stockings. He slide his thumb and forefinger under the stocking, reveling in the feeling of her skin. She in turn spread her legs just a bit wider for him, allowing him access, and reached into his lap, caressing the prominent bulge jutting out from his pants. She grasped him through the fabric, squeezing slightly. He finally had to let her go and put his hands over hers, saying "you're going to make me crash if you keep that up!" She giggled in response, and continued her gentle assault. 

About two miles later, they pulled into the parking lot of a small hotel. No cheap dive motel for her, he thought. Not terribly upscale, but at least decent enough he was sure they'd be, comfortable. He drove directly around to the back, bypassing the office in front. She looked at him in silent question as they parked. In response, he walked around the car and got her door, pulling her out and into his arms for a deep kiss. She met his lips passionately, one knee creeping up the outside of his leg slightly as his hands slid down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer against him. He finally broke away with a ragged breath. 

"Come on" he said. "I wouldn't want you to get ... cold ... out here." He took her hand and led her two the second story, where he produced a room key from his coat pocket. This time both her eyebrows went up as she realized again how much advanced planning he'd put into this. He let her walk into the room first, following behind because it was both the gentlemanly thing to do, and because the view was better.

He closed the door behind her then turned back to face her, shocked by the sudden contact of her body as she pressed herself against him, holding them both against the door. Her fingers curled through his hair has she kissed him, her breasts pressed against his chest. Without interrupting the kiss, he shrugged out of his coat, and took her hands, pulling her own jacket off and flinging them to the floor carelessly. His head dipped and he kissed her neck, shoulders, pulling her sweater up as he did so. Reaching her ribcage, he dropped lower and began kissing the tops of her breasts pressed above the lacy black bra now exposed, allowing him to pull the sweater up over her head. She pulled her arms free of the sleeves and slid them into the top of his shirt, pulling his shoulders towards her, then sliding her fingers down the front of his chest, tugging restlessly at his buttons. They clung to each other desperately, kissing with a passion spurred by the knowledge that time was fleeting. 

Now topless, he covered her breasts with his hands, feeling the nipples pucker and tighten against his palms. She moaned softly, tilting her head back and exposing her neck to his mouth. He ground his pelvis against her, frustrated by the fabric that was still constricting them both. Flicking her nipples with his thumbs, he was rewarded by her involuntary shudder. He slid his hands down to the waistband of her skirt, trying to find the infernally hidden button or snap or zipper, something created to annoy man. She chuckled at his fruitless efforts and pushed his hands away, easily unzipping the back zipper he'd yet to find, distracted as he was by the feel for her flesh. She slid the skirt down, kicking it away, followed by her shoes. She stood in front of him, naked but for satin panties and thigh highs, which she slowly rolled down her legs, caressing them as she went, enjoying his appreciative stare as he watched in silence. 

"Beautiful" he breathed. 

Naked, she looked at him, now wearing nothing but his slacks. "Aren't you a bit, overdressed?" she asked. He looked down, as if surprised to notice he was still clothed at all, and reached for the button. "Let me" she said, pushing his hands aside and reaching for the zipper. She undid the front of his pants, carefully avoiding the briefest caress of his swollen cock, straining at the fabric. She slid his pants and boxers down to his thighs, but instead of letting them fall to the floor, as she'd done with her own skirt, kept them in her hands and traced his legs to the floor, dropping to her knees in the process. She looked up at him through smoky lashes, then back down at the rest of him. 

"Hmm....." she licked her lips, watching his flesh bob in response in front of her eyes. She leaned forward, tasting him with her tongue, flicking lightly across his tip. He stared down at her, enjoying the view of her mouth on his cock. She pulled back and looked up at him once again, giving him a wicked grin that nearly brought him to his knees, before grasping him with her fingers and drawing his full length into her mouth. He groaned, feeling himself enveloped, her tongue stroking him as she sucked back and forth. His fingers wound through her hair, her other hand crept up his waist as they found a rhythm together. His breathing quickened and she slowed down, tracing his length with her tongue, rolling it over the tip and squeezing lightly with her fingers before letting him plunge back into her throat. 

"God!" he rasped breathlessly, gently tightening on her hair so she had to stop. "You're going to make me go way too quickly if you keep that up" he told her, enjoying the fact that she didn't look terribly concerned at the notion. "Ah..." he interrupted as she reached for him again. He pulled her back to her feet, meeting her lips as she rose and reaching between her legs, pleased by the moisture that drenched his fingers as he slid them along her clit. She leaned towards him in response. He turned her towards the bed, and left her standing as he dropped in front of her, nuzzling her pubic hair as his fingers continued their assault on her tender flesh. She spread her legs wider for him, gasping lightly as he took her clit between his lips, sucking it as his fingers slid inside her. "Ohhh" she cooed, bucking towards him. He let his tongue match the pulsing of his fingers. She clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He let the pace speed up a bit until she was moaning wildly and her knees started to buckle.

In a swift movement, he stood and lifted her onto the bed, covering her body with his own as they pressed into the soft coverlet. Pausing to enjoy the feel and heat of their bodies pressed against each other, their eyes met. "You are amazing" he told her reverently.

In response she met her lips to his, kissing him deeply and spreading her knees under him in silent invitation. He felt his tip press against her opening, and her hips surged forward, drawing him in. Reveling in the exquisite sensation of sliding into her heat, he sank himself fully into her moist welcome. She arched her back and sigh in response, which presented her breasts invitingly forward. He leaned in and took a taut nipple between his lips, sliding himself in and out as he did so. She moaned in response, her hair thrashing against the pillow, and began meeting his thrusts. Her knees slid up his back and her ankles locked behind his ankles, pulling him closer. Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders to clutch at his back as they pulsed together, the rhythm increasing with their ragged breathing. He reared up slightly, putting his arms under her thighs and supporting himself on the bad, increasing the angle of his thrusts. Her cries increased as their flesh met, parted, met again. He felt the tension building uncontrollably as she thrashed against his body. Her body suddenly tensed against him, her hands letting go to grab the sheets and she gave a long, shuddering moan. He gave a final thrust, and let himself go, pouring his release into her in endless waves. He collapsed against her, careful not to put too much weight on now limp form. She gave him a dazed smile. 

A few minutes later, they rolled to one side of the bed, still linked. She rested her leg on his thigh and curled into his arms, drifting off to sleep in the now quiet room. He stared down at her, watching her profile, feeling like he could stare at her forever. If only they had the time... 

Hours later, he leaned over and kissed her the bare flesh of her shoulder. She stirred slightly. 

"Happy anniversary" he whispered into her ear.

"Hmmmm?" she muffled into the pillow.

He let his hand slide down the small of her back, and patted her lightly on the ass. "Come on sweetheart, the babysitter's got to get home in an hour." 



The Bus



It was late and I sat in the back of the public bus but there weren't many people on it. She told me to dress in the short cloth skirt and it barely covered my naked shaven pussy. And as instructed, I wore the small top without a bra. I could not help but feel dirty in this place. I was her little toy and she sat two seats ahead of me, dressed far more demure than me, watching me. A man got on at one of the stops wearing torn jeans and a hard rock t-shirt of some sort. He walked toward the back and glanced at me before sitting across from me and perusing my body with his eyes. 

He looked longingly at my shapely bare legs and I gave him my best sinister smile while parting my legs. I showed him that I was not wearing underwear under the short skirt and licked my teeth with my tongue. 

She signaled that this was our stop and I stood pulling my skirt down a little to cover the crack of my ass. Following her off the bus, I climbed down the steps and onto the street. She did not glance back at me and walked on. I was not sure of her plan and just followed. This was not a part of town I was familiar with and if she was not with me I was certain I would be raped. I did as she told me and exposed my naked pussy to a man on a public bus, but somehow I figured she wasn't done with tonight's game. Usually, she would just tie me up and run the electric pulse over my naked breasts and pussy or put clamps on my nipples and pussy lips and have me clean the house wearing a huge T-shirt until she was done with me, but tonight it was different. She dressed me like an erotic doll and told me what I had to do. 

She walked into a convenience store and purchased a cola. I stood waiting for her when I saw the man from the bus walk in. He asked for the men's room key and walked out of the store. She also walked out and I obediently followed her. 

"I have to piss," she whispered roughly into my ear. She shoved me behind the store to the restrooms. The man was there with the key in the door to the men's room. He roughly grabbed me and forced me inside the dirty restroom. She did not follow, but I imagined she meant for him to do this. 

He grabbed the door key, it was one of those with the huge paddle to keep it from being pocketed. He pushed me over the sink so that my head was against the fogged dirty mirror and used the paddle to spank my exposed round cheeks that were peeking out from under the short skirt. When they started to thrum from the heated pain of being slapped he turned me around. Facing him, he forcibly kissed me while he feverishly grabbed my breast with one hand and shoved two thick fingers in my quickly slickening pussy. My small shirt soon had both my shapely breasts exposed to this stranger. He pulled away from my mouth to lean down and suck my nipples making me moan, as he slurped and bit my breasts and tits with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. 

He pushed my naked ass onto the cold dirt encrusted sink with his thick fingers buried in me fucking me fast and hard punishing my inner G-spot. Soon, I was gasping for air and cumming shamelessly around his fingers coating them with my juices. I was bombarded with sensations of ecstasy and craving while his fingers continued to abuse me driving me painfully past one orgasm and into the start of another.

Straightening, he grinned cruelly before leaning forward and biting hard on one of my tits. He pulled back with the flesh still grasped in his teeth until it escaped from their pinch as he kneel down between my quivering legs. 

His mouth was vicious as he bit the layers of my bare nether lips. He chewed them without concern for my pain before delving his tongue into the juices leaking from my pussy and inside me. He tongued me like a thirsty man taking a long drink. When his thirst was sated, he found my clitoris to savagely bite and suck. His teeth grasped it and he pulled back on it like he did my tit. I wanted to scream, as he repeated the torment several times, but kept it trapped in my throat. I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was being ravished by a man I didn't know. 

When he stood again, he crushed his lips covered in my juices against my mouth again and I felt his hard bulbous cock head knocking against the entrance to my sloppy hot hole. I didn't even realize he had released it. My heart jumped and I felt sickly excited as I knew he was going to shove it into me. I didn't know this man and he was going to actually fuck me. 

It was without fanfare that he did the deed. He grunted and rammed his hard cock all the way in without giving me time to adjust to the girth and I had to bite my lip to avoid screaming. I was completely debased to just being a warm hole to fuck. He pulled his cock all the way out before plunging it in deeper this time. It was so deep in me I felt my cervix move. He pushed my entire body with each stroke of his cock and my breasts shook as my head slammed against the mirror.

He fucked me for a short time before pulling out and catching my hair with his hand. I was yanked off the sink and forced to my knees where he crammed my mouth over his cum soaked cock. He was huge and he shoved it into my mouth over and over again. I was moaning in naughty delight as I gagged on him. He shoved the meat deeper and deeper down my throat making me cough and cover him with thick saliva. I had never deep throated a man before, and I was having trouble breathing between his violent forced strokes. 

Apparently my lack of skill was enough, he started to stiffen and wrenched my mouth off of him by my hair that was clumped in his hand. I was yanked to standing again before he shoved me around to face the mirror. With my face pressed against cold glass, he thrust his cock back between my legs. This time he monstrously fucked me harder than he did before. My face was slapping the mirror as he held my hair like a rope and slammed me forward. I no longer held back the grunts and squeals as I started to cum quiveringly around him. My cumming triggered him and he stiffened again to grunt and release into me his hot white ropes of sticky cum. 

When he slackened and started to breath rhythmically he withdrew and slapped my ass with the paddle again before he zipped up his pants. I pulled my shirt over my breasts and we left the restroom. The cool night air hit the mixed cum running down my legs, chilling it as a lewd reminder of our fast hot nameless encounter.