1 comments/ 116934 views/ 8 favorites A Bus Ride By: jthserra A Bus Ride Drew entered the bus with several other people, making sure there were several between him and Adria, his girlfriend. It was a maneuver they worked out earlier in the day so no one on the bus could tell they were together. The secret was to climb onto the bus separately and sit far apart so both of them could observe the people around them. It worked well today he wedged himself between two large women and shuffled onto the bus with no noticeable connection with Adria, in face he passed the driver without attracting a second glance. He did draw plenty of stares as he moved down the long aisle to the back of the bus, weaving past people as they settled themselves into their seats. Though Drew had a pretty good idea why people stared, he wondered what it was that attracted them to him the most. His short, lightly highlighted hair, spiked up with a stylish flair and although it had been a couple of weeks since it was last styled, he kept it well controlled, so Drew thought his hair might attract some attention. His clothing fit perfectly and thanks to Adria, was well coordinated. Drew was very neat and kept his clothing clean and pressed wherever he went. He always had the ability to do most any kind of moving or lounging around without really messing his clothes up. As he moved down the aisle toward the back of the bus, he tossed his light khaki colored jacket over his shoulder, letting his blue striped shirt show off his well developed chest. He had purchased his pants just last week, so the factory pleats still maintained a crisp line to his walk. Drew’s face was clean and the light stubble of his beard showed gave a slightly rugged look to his smooth, but well tanned skin. A tiny scar on his cheek added the slight hint of imperfection that simply seemed to improve his look. His dark brown eyes were deep set, giving him a look of intensity that he knew attracted some women, and a few men to him. Of course, now that he moved toward the back of the bus, while Adria sat toward the front, he felt the distinctive tug of his erection against his pants. Wanting to spice things up with Adria, bus rides became a fun means of sexual release for Drew. Just watching the women react to him as he slid past them, lightly brushing against them, his Halston Cologne lightly wafting over them, turned him on. Occasionally he was lucky enough to find a situation that let him “innocently” brush against a woman as he passed. Noticing their smile and slightly flustered response as he politely whispered, “Excuse me,” added to his enjoyment. He drew stares and pleasant reactions as people were noticed his aroma and appearance, but he knew he must keep moving toward the seats in the back, so he pretended not to notice. For Drew, this pleasant experience was simply foreplay and by the time he reached his seat at the very back of the bus, he was fully aroused. He carefully slid into his seat, noticing that most of seats around him were empty, giving him a nice view toward the front of the bus. Scanning the passengers, he spotted Adria, but quickly looked away, instead picking a particular woman sitting not far from his girlfriend. He simply stared at her, drinking in every nuance of her appearance and manner, until Adria spotted who he watched. Once she picked up on who he was watching he reached to his pants, unzipped his zipper and freed his throbbing cock. Only a bit nervous of being caught there in the back of the bus, he loved the wonderful freedom of hanging his dick in the air. Watching the woman, he began to stroke his cock slowly; initially careful to disguise what he was doing. After several minutes of intense staring, Drew got the woman’s attention, at first it was a quick glance as the woman’s eyes locked on Drew’s, but then glanced away, but his continued stare drew her gaze. Now that he could see her watching him, repeatedly glancing at him and then away, Drew got a bit more demonstrative as he flogged his cock. He let his head and shoulders sway back and forth in unison with the rhythm his fist made over the shaft and head of his cock. His moans were real as he felt his balls slowly rising and the waves of pleasure begin to course over him, moving quickly to the sheer delight of his rod. Drew timed his strokes on his cock, delaying his orgasm until he was sure the woman knew exactly what he was doing. Once he sensed her discovery and odd interest in his sexual antics, he let himself come, spraying over the back of the seat in front of him. He relaxed, watching the glistening white liquid slowly run down the embossed metal seatback and drip onto the floor. Seeing the woman, now fully aware of what just happened, begin to show some distrinct interest in him, pointing him out to a friend, he quickly slipped his cock back into his pants. Drew carefully moved his feet to the aisle, avoiding the puddle on the floor and prepared for a quick departure. Hearing the busses brakes squeak, he moved swiftly to the side doors, gave his observer one last sensuous smile and climbed off the bus moving quickly down the sidewalk where he met up again with Adria. By that time, she was so worked up they had to find a hotel room nearby. Teasing her, he slowly registered and led her to the room, savoring her agitated state and thinking about his bus ride. A Bus ride It was a warm day. Warm enough for me to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Mum was wearing bright sundress that stopped about 5 inches above her knees. All day I had been catching glimpses down the front of it when she lent forward, as the top was low cut with a couple of thin shoulder straps. She had big creamy white breasts and her bra barely contained them. We had finished the shopping and the heat off of the pavement was cruel as we made our way to the bus. We had to make a bit of run for it as it was already waiting at the stop. We managed to make it and I took the bags from mum while she paid for us. I wandered down the aisle to the only free seat. It was next to an old man who was sleeping. Mum followed behind me and stood in the aisle. I offered my seat to her but she politely declined it. We had been travelling for about five minutes when she changed her mind. Taking the bags from my lap, she plonked herself down and turned to me "I hope you don't mind me sitting on your lap. I figure after all those years of sitting on mine, you owe me." I didn't mind at all, even though the heat from her body was making me even warmer. The bumpy movements of the bus was causing mum's ass to rock against my crotch. I tried not to think about the sexual nature of it but I couldn't stop. I could feel the swell begin in my pants and I knew Mum would notice it any moment. She appeared to be concentrating on the passing scenery so I tried to wriggle myself out of this sticky situation. My movements only made things worse as I felt my erection slide right between the cheeks of her ass. I'm not sure if Mum was uncomfortable with the situation or whether her dress was the problem, but she lifted her ass momentarily and flared her dress at the back. She settled back down, with my erection finding the groove of her ass straight away. Her movements had caused her dress to ride up at the front. My eyes were glued to her legs. They looked so inviting. I wanted to run my hands up them, but I knew it was inappropriate. I decided just to rest my hand midway along her bare thigh. I could get away with this innocently enough. Her skin was hot to the touch, but so smooth and soft. I nearly came right then. She didn't pull away which calmed my nerves a little. I slowly slid my hand down her leg until I reached her knee, then slid it back up. It was more affectionate than sexy, but I went a little higher than I had been previously. I repeated this a couple of times until my hand was at the top of her thigh. The hem of her dress was pulled right up to her panty line and I could feel the elastic of it through the cotton dress. Mum's eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping. The movement of her ass on my crotch had changed from the random bounce of the bus to a regular back and forth motion. She knew what was going on and for some reason she wasn't stopping me. So I did what any horny young boy would do... I kept pushing my luck. I placed my left hand on mum's waist and slipped my right hand under her skirt, resting it on her stomach. I gently traced with my index finger from her belly button down to the top of her panties. I followed the elastic around to her hip and along the side seam. Again I followed the elastic around the seam of the leg, this time ever so slowly edging closer to her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Her underwear was damp from a mixture of sweat and excitement. I ran my fingers along the valley in her knickers caused by her swollen lips. She squirmed, parting her legs and giving me more room. My hand edged inside the leg of her panties. Her soft pubic hair was dry on her mound, but as my fingers pressed into her folds it was wet and sticky. I separated her lips and slid my finger inside her hot pussy. She leant the back of her head against my neck and shoulder, while I stroked her inner walls. I withdrew and took her engorged clit between my fingers. Rubbing it and pinching it gently, she let out a soft moan into my ear. I took this as a sign that she was enjoying my attention. I pulled mum's body back against me and then reached around between her legs to undo my fly. Mum, pushed my hand away and I knocked the old man sitting next to us. He stirred from his sleep, slowly opening his eyes. The first thing he saw was mum's parted legs with my hand inside her panties. He watched intently as mum reached down and undid my shorts revealing my hard cock. It sprang up between her legs and she grasped it around the base. Mom guided the throbbing head towards her pussy and with her juices and my precum to lubricate, she massaged her clit with the head of my dick. I moved my hand to cup her breast and could feel her hardened nipples through the material. She managed to keep her moans to a soft whisper in my ear. "Baby, you feel so good. Do you want to be inside mummy?" I thrust my hips upwards and she arched her back, guiding the tip of my stiff cock inside her. With one movement she lifted and slide right down my shaft so that I was completely inside her. The man next to us watched in amazement while he rubbed himself through his pants. This turned mum on even more. She was still cautious not to alert the whole bus to our actions, but she ground her ass against me like she hadn't had sex for years. One of her hands rubbed at her clit, while the other gripped my leg to give her something to push against. Just as I was getting close to orgasm she dug her nails into my flesh and shuddered. A groan that was slightly too load escaped her lips as she threw back her head. "Cum inside your mummy, honey" Her pussy tightened around my cock giving me the greatest sensation I have ever experienced. I felt the rush of sperm flow though me and inseminate my mother. I continued thrusting through my hot cum, and felt it combine with mum's juices and pump out over my balls with each deep push inside her. Mum's moan was enough to make the people a few rows either side of us look. They must have known by our closed eyes and flushed faces exactly what was happening. It was then that we came back to reality. Mum slipped her panties off of her legs and handed them to the old man sitting next to us. With a wink to him, she pressed the bell, straightened her dress and moved to the door. I quickly put my cock away zipped my shorts and headed towards mum. I could see the cum running down her leg but she didn't seem bothered. She just turned to me and said "We'd better get home and unpack the shopping before your father gets in. I might need a shower!" And with that we exited the bus to walk the rest of the way. A Bus Ride (Redeaux) Frank entered the bus with several other people, making sure he kept moving and kept his head down. It was a maneuver he had mastered, a survival technique that saved him from being tossed out on his ass. The secret was to climb onto the bus in a way to prevent the driver from seeing or smelling much of him. Tonight went well as he wedged himself between two large women and shuffled past without attracting a second glance, from the driver at least. He drew plenty of stares as he moved down the long aisle to the back of the bus, weaving past people as they settled themselves into their seats. Frank knew why people stared, he wondered what it was that disgusted the people the most. His lice infested hair, spiked up through a woolen hat he wore year round, sun, rain or snow. Though it had been well over a week since he washed his hair, the hat covered most of it, so Frank didn't think that was his worst attribute. His clothing didn't fit and was covered in grease, mud, vomit and blood, but his large jacket covered most of the clothes. The jacket was badly wrinkled and had a heavy dumpster aroma about it, but it was fairly new. He had stolen it just last week, so he figured it must still be in style. Frank's face was greasy and the stubble of his beard showed streaks of gray, along with the traces of food, wine and vomit scattered over it. A scar ran from the corner of his lip to his mid cheek, a scar he got when he passed out trying to chug an entire bottle of malt liquor. Though he still had most of his teeth, several of those had gone black and one was chipped. His gums bled some and an infection in them gave off a metallic, yet rotten stench. He carried a rag and kept the oozing drool that formed at the corners of his mouth wiped up, except when a belch brought back a bit of wine that leaked down his chin. Of course, now that he was safely past the driver, he also had an erection that poked his loose fitting pants up like a teepee. No longer able to afford women, bus rides had become Frank's chief source of sexual release. Just watching the women react to him as he slid past them, lightly brushing against them, belching and coughing as he moved, turned him on. Occasionally he was lucky enough to find a situation that let him "innocently" brush his hard cock against someone as he passed. He drew stares and violent reactions as people were repulsed by his smell and appearance but he knew if he kept moving toward the seats in the back, it wouldn't become a problem. For Frank, this seemingly humiliating experience was simply foreplay and by the time he reached his seat at the very back of the bus, he was fully aroused. He belched as he slid into his seat, a noise that always emptied the seats around him, giving him a nice view toward the front of the bus. Scanning the passengers, he picked a particular woman and simply stared at her, drinking in every nuance of her appearance and manner. While he watched her, he reached to his pants, unzipped his zipper and freed his throbbing cock. The holes in his pockets allowed him access to his cock without taking it out, but once on the bus, he preferred the wonderful freedom of hanging his dick in the air. Watching the woman, he began to stroke his cock slowly; initially careful to disguise what he was doing. After several minutes of intense staring, Frank got the woman's attention, at first it was a quick glance as the woman's eyes locked on Frank's, but then glanced away, but his continued stare drew her gaze. Now that he could see her watching him, repeatedly glancing at him and then away, Frank got a bit more demonstrative as he flogged his cock. He let his head and shoulders sway back and forth in unison with the rhythm his fist made over the shaft and head of his cock. His moans were real as he felt his balls slowly rising and the waves of pleasure begin to course over him, moving quickly to the sheer delight of his rod. Frank timed his strokes on his cock, delaying his orgasm until he was sure the woman knew exactly what he was doing. Once he sensed revulsion in her reactions, he let himself come, spraying over the back of the seat in front of him. He relaxed, watching the brownish white liquid slowly run down the embossed metal seatback and drip onto the floor. Seeing the woman, now fully disgusted, begin to point him out to other passengers and hearing the clamor begin to rise, he slipped his cock back into his pants. Frank carefully moved his feet to the aisle, avoiding the puddle on the floor and prepared for a quick departure. Hearing the brakes squeak, he moved swiftly to the side doors, gave his observer one last satisfied smile and climbed off the bus moving quickly down the sidewalk. After he went a ways her found an ashcan near the entrance to a building, where he discovered a nice size cigarette butt and rescued it from the white sand. Finding a recently discarded butt that still burned, he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. He slowly exhaled, fixing his gaze on an attractive woman and thinking about his bus ride. A Bus Ride (Redeaux Too) Adria entered the bus with several other people, making sure there were a few between her and Drew, her boyfriend. It was a maneuver they worked out earlier in the day, so no one on the bus could tell they were together. The secret was to climb onto the bus separately and sit far apart, so both of them could observe the people around them. It worked well today, she wedged herself between two large women and shuffled onto the bus with no noticeable connection to Drew, in fact she passed the driver without attracting a second glance. She did draw plenty of stares as she moved sensuously down the long aisle to the back of the bus, weaving past people as they settled themselves into their seats. Though she had a pretty good idea why people stared, she wondered what it was that attracted them to him the most. Her long, dark hair, cascaded over her shoulders with a stylish flair and although it had been a couple of weeks since it was last styled, she kept it well controlled, so Adria figured her hair might attract some attention. Her tight fitting blouse was very neat and well pressed, displaying her breasts wonderfully wherever she went. She always had the ability to do most any kind of moving or lounging around without really messing her clothes up so as she moved down the aisle toward the back of the bus, she let her blue striped blouse show off her well developed breasts. Her shorts were very short and were filled out by a nice ass that curved down to her nicely tanned thighs. A tiny scar just above the bend of her knee added the slight hint of imperfection that simply seemed to improve her look. Her dark brown eyes were deep set, giving her a mysterious look that she knew attracted some men, and a few women to her. She moved toward the back of the bus, while Drew followed a few paces behind her, she felt her breasts brush up against an attractive man as she slid past. Wanting to spice things up with Drew, bus rides became a fun means of sexual release for Adria. Just watching the men and sometimes the women react to her as she slid past them, lightly brushing against them, her perfume lightly wafting over them, turned her on. Occasionally, when she was lucky enough to "innocently" brush against someone she passed just noticing their smile and slightly flustered response as she politely whispered, "Excuse me," added to her enjoyment. She drew stares and pleasant reactions as people were noticed her aroma and appearance, but she knew he must keep moving toward the seats in the back, so she pretended not to notice. This pleasant experience was simply foreplay for Adria and by the time she reached her seat at the very back of the bus, she was fully aroused. She carefully slid into her seat and watched Drew sit nearby, close enough to block off any unwanted intruder, but far enough away so people would not think they were together. She noticed that most of seats around them were empty, giving both a nice view toward the front of the bus. Scanning the passengers, she picked a particular man sitting near the middle of the bus. She simply stared at him, drinking in every nuance of her appearance and manner, until Drew spotted who she watched. Once he picked up on who Adria was watching she reached to her shorts, pulled the crotch aside, freeing her pussy. Only a bit nervous of being caught there in the back of the bus, she loved the the feel of cool air coursing over her swollen lips. Watching the man, she slid her fingers into herself to moisten them and then began to stroke her clit slowly; initally careful to disguise what she was doing. Adria got the woman's attention after several minutes of intense staring, at first it was a quick glance as the man's eyes locked on hers, but then glanced away, but her continued stare drew his gaze. Now that she could see him watching her, repeatedly glancing at her and then away, she got a bit more demonstrative as her fingers toyed with her clit. She let her head and shoulders sway back and forth in unison with the rhythm her fingers made circling over her tiny bud. Her moans were real as she felt the walls of her cunt begin to ripple as the waves of pleasure shot through her. Adria timed her manipulation, delaying her orgasm until she was sure the man knew exactly what she was doing. Once she sensed his discovery and intense interest in her sexual antics, she let herself come, shoving her fingers deep into herself and feeling her cunt pulse around her. Catching her breath, she looked over at drew, watching a glistening white liquid slowly run down the embossed metal seatback in front of him and drip onto the floor. The thought of him secretly masturbating too excited her. Seeing the man, now fully aware of what just happened, begin to show some distinct interest in her, pointing her out to a friend, she quickly slipped her shorts back over her drenched pussy and began movin towards the door. Watching Drew carefully move his feet to the aisle, avoiding the puddle on the floor, she prepared for a quick departure. Hearing the bus's brakes squeak, she moved swiftly to the side doors, gave her observer one last sensuous smile and climbed off the bus moving quickly down the sidewalk, holding Drew's hand. By that time, she was so worked up again they had to find a hotel room nearby. Teasing her, Drew slowly registered and led her to the room, savoring her agitated state and thinking about their bus ride. A Bus Ride to McKeesport Penny waited a little impatiently to board the bus. July in Philly could be very hot and humid, and she knew the bus was going to be cool. Knowing how hot it was she had dressed that morning wearing only her underwear and a skirt and blouse and a pair of platforms. It was about a six-hour trip including stops, and she wanted to be comfortable on her way to McKeesport, which was almost all the way to Pittsburgh. He watched her as she mounted the steep stairs and admired her legs and the way her body moved as she climbed carrying a shoulder bag. Just before she reached the topmost step, she had to wait for people to stow their bags and sit. Her foot was on the top step and as he looked up at her thighs, he gently took the hem of her flimsy skirt between his thumb and forefinger and lifted it up about four inches until he could see her gorgeous bottom, only partially covered by her bikini panties. Her vulva was bulging against her panties provocatively as his eyes drank in this erotic sight. Penny was completely unaware of how she was being violated, as the fabric of her skirt was very light, and she had not felt the movement of her skirt as he lifted it. He dropped her skirt as the line moved on into the bus. Now he knew this was a bus ride he was going to enjoy. He quickly followed her and throwing his duffle into the overhead luggage rack he looked at her and said, "Mind if I take this seat?" "No" she said as she smiled at him. He is very nice looking, she thought. I am glad it isn't someone who weighs three hundred pounds. The bus was soon ready to go and was only about half full, but her companion made no move to find another empty double. She became aware of her short skirt that was halfway up her thighs. Her attempts to pull it down were of little use. She became aware of him looking at her legs, and self-consciously crossed her legs, which rode her dress an inch or two higher as it fell away from her thigh. The bus was moving out of the city promptly at seven pm. It was due in McKeesport at about 12:30 am, and the sun was already going down. As the luxury Greyhound coach slowly picked up speed as it headed down the highway, her companion looked at her and said. "You must have a boyfriend. Girls like you are always taken." Penny was flattered by his remark. Actually she was 35. "Well, I have a husband and two kids, so your guess is a little off." she said as she gave him a smile. "Do you live in Philly?" he asked. "Oh no, I was just visiting my Mom. She was in the hospital for surgery and after we got her home and settled back in it was time for me to go home." "And, where is home?" he asked. "McKeesport." He looked at her for a long moment, and then he said, "I have to confess that I was looking at you in the bus terminal and wondering who you were. You are a lovely woman and this bus ride is a wonderful opportunity for both of us." "What do you mean, an opportunity?" "Well, think of it this way." he said. "We don't know each other, and we have come together like this. There are no strings attached, and we can make this bus ride one to remember if we want to. We don't even know each others names." He took her hand and said, "let's make the most of this time, and make it special." His very forward approach flustered her and she drew her hand away gently but at the same time she was pleased to be complimented by him, and really couldn't see the harm in being friendly. Her husband Roger, was a UPS driver, and put in long hours, and she was always home with the kids. After her children had both reached school age, Penny had taken a part time job at a plant nursery. It didn't pay much, but she enjoyed taking care of the plants and helping people find something and talking about flowers. It allowed her to get home in time for her children coming back from school. But she didn't get to talk to any men very much and she and Roger's life together was very short of romance. It would be nice to be with another male for a few hours, and after all he was very good looking, and seemed interesting to talk to. He smiled at her. "Back in ancient times people looked at things much differently. The Greeks worshipped a goddess, Aphrodite, who taught that a woman's body, was a temple and that men were only for the purpose of giving women pleasure. Oh there were lots of ordinary women, but Aphrodite represented the few special women, who because of their beauty, were to be placed on a pedestal, and they could bestow their favors on men of their choosing, and those few men were very privileged to experience true sexual ecstasy. If we lived back with those ancient Greeks you would be one of those women." Penny was very much turned on by this stranger. Her only experience with men were their neighbors and her husbands co workers who all tended to drink a lot of beer, watch a lot of football, and didn't seem to pay much attention to their wives and girlfriends. This man was very different, his conversation was a lot more interesting. "Well I don't think of myself as very special, but thank you for the compliment." "Well you may not have noticed, but every male eye in the bus terminal followed you wherever you went, so yes, you are special, you have a gift of sensuality that is very rare." Penny felt herself getting warm as she listened, and wondered if men really were looking at her like that. "Aphrodite wanted men to know that a woman's body was capable of great feeling in a great many places." Once again he took her hand and turned it over so that it was palm up. He continued, "For example the palm of your hand is very sensitive to the right touch." This time Penny did not draw her hand away as she was curious to hear what he was about to describe. He began to draw little circles in her palm with his fingertips, and she felt a tantalizing sensation go through her that was partly a feeling of being tickled and partly a feeling that was very erotic. "So if we explore the bare flesh of a hand or an arm," and his fingers now started to caress her forearm and up to her elbow. "The sensation can be very pleasant for a woman." Penny couldn't have agreed more as she now wanted him to go on talking and touching her. He was right, everywhere he was touching was exciting her, and teasing her to the point that she just wanted it to go on. His hand went to her waist and slid around her midriff and down to her belly, still just using his fingertips. "Every part of her can be stimulated and turned into an erotic experience." Now he traced her body from her waist and down her hip and onto her leg where he stopped at her knee gently caressing her knee with all of his fingertips. Penny was trying to stop herself from squirming at his touch. She was breathing a little faster and wondered what he would do next. Now holding her hand again, he looked at her and said. "Our bodies can be very sensitive if properly touched." He shifted a little sideways in his seat so that he was able to face her better, and putting his other hand behind her knee under her leg he stroked her gently. "Oh you mustn't." "You are a very sexy woman, and I think that I can give you some innocent pleasure if you let me." Penny was aghast at how quickly things had gone from trivial conversation, to this, a man with those magic hands that were making her feel things that were truly exciting to her. He had dropped her left hand and now his left hand was slowly moving up her leg and under the hem of her dress. The bus was completely dark. Most of the passengers were sleeping as the coach cruised through the black night of the Pennsylvania countryside. "Let me relax you, close your eyes and pretend you are sleeping." he said. She put her head back and closed her eyes. His left hand was under her skirt and slowly he reached her panties and began running his forefinger feeling for her pubic hair through the skimpy fabric that was her only protection. His teasing was now getting her very warm and without realizing what she was doing she parted her legs slightly allowing his exploring fingers to slip between her thighs. "Unbutton your blouse," he whispered. As though in a dream, she found herself obeying. One by one the buttons came free, and as they did he pulled the fabric of her blouse to the side exposing her breasts straining against her bra. With his left hand between her legs, cupping that lovely full vulva he had admired earlier when he had raised her skirt, he pulled the bra strap down over her shoulder and fully exposed her left breast. Her nipples were standing our firmly as he caressed her breast with his right hand, while the fingers of his left hand began to work their way into the crotch of her panties, now very wet from her reaction to his exploration of her most intimate place. "I think your panties have to come off now." he whispered. He took both his hands, slipped them under her skirt and began sliding the waistband of her panties down over her hips. She found herself moving her torso so that he could strip them down to her thighs. "Lift your legs," She did as he said, and he slipped her panties down and over her shoes and put them in his pocket. Penny couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Who was this perfect stranger who had taken total control of her body? She couldn't stop if she wanted to. She was having sensual feelings, physical pleasure, and she felt so guilty for wishing that the bus ride would last forever. She parted her legs even more allowing him to more thoroughly and deeply take possession of her. He was stroking her clitoris, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger, while his other three fingers were moving gently in her slit. His mouth was on her nipple, and then he lifted his head and kissed her pressing his tongue into her mouth, as she felt her own tongue seeking his.. As he was kissing her she felt his other hand slide along her seat and under her bottom, and then his finger was finding her anus and pressing into her, and she suddenly tried to stop him by moving away. "Just let it happen, I won't hurt you." he whispered. Penny was totally flustered, even her husband had never done what he was doing, and despite her unwillingness to approve what he was doing it was beginning to feel pleasant. Not at all what she had expected. Penny was quite a sight if anyone could have seen her in the dark. Her face was a picture of pleasure, as their tongues explored each other, while her bare breast heaved with her emotion as his hands, one exciting her clit, and the other pushing his forefinger into her anus, continued their sensual exploration. Then without warning a wonderful wave of orgasms went sweeping through her body and she convulsed against his hands, and she had to put her hands to her mouth to stifle her joy. "Now I want you to play with me." He had taken his finger out of her and had put his arm around her pulling her closer. He kissed her again. "Please?" he asked. Penny hesitatingly found his fly and unzipped him and freed his very erect phallus from his underwear. It was exciting to her to feel him throbbing into her fingers, and without thinking she bent down and took him in her mouth, something she always loved doing to her husband. Her tongue flicking around the swollen head, and licking his glans while she stroked his shaft with her hand. His breath was getting heavier and faster and he suddenly clutched her head as he exploded. She moved quickly away but not before he had shot into her mouth, and then on her face. Taking a handkerchief out of her purse she wiped her face. They both lay back in their seats. Penny said, "I've got to go to the bathroom." Stepping over him she went to the back of the bus and closing the door in the tiny lavatory, she washed and fixed her face as well as she could. When she came out he was standing there waiting to go in, and he took her in his arms and pressed his body to hers, and pulling up her skirt in the back he placed his hands on her buttocks and kissed her passionately. Then he quickly went into the restroom and she made her way breathlessly back to her seat. She couldn't find her panties and when he came back she asked him what happened to them. "I have no idea, they must have gone under the seat somewhere.". He smiled at her. "It doesn't matter, it only means I won't have to take them off again." "Now sit on my lap." He whispered. She sat in his lap and he moved her so her back was toward him. She discovered that he had slipped his pants down to his thighs, and she could feel the bareness of him beneath her. She felt his erect phallus against her vulva, as his left hand came around her waist and his fingers found her swollen clitoris. He spread her skirt around her and then reaching under her with his right hand he positioned his now very hard phallus into the opening of her vagina. "Oh no, I can't, I mustn't." she whispered. But it was too late. Holding her to him with his right hand around her waist, and fondling her clit with the fingers of his left hand, he was quickly inside her, and she couldn't escape his thrusts deep into her vagina. She pushed against the seat with both her hands, and arched her back as he stroked inside her, and soon she was rotating on him as she completely gave in to him. As he went deep into her, he continued to gently massage her clitoris and then with a final thrust he poured himself into her and she almost fainted with pleasure as a violent orgasm shook her to her toes. She relaxed and felt her body get quiet, as she still felt him in her. Then slowly they pulled apart, and she shifted back to her seat and pulled her skirt down as he dressed himself. They slept quietly for a few minutes and she awoke as he began unbuttoning her blouse again, and this time he completely pulled her bra down and spent some time caressing and kissing her breasts and nipples until Penny parted her thighs inviting him to play with her again. He immediately obliged and this time he bent over her and found her clitoris with his tongue, as she put her head back, and held his head against her thighs as he drove her back to the land of ecstasy. And so they passed the hours until sometime between midnight and one am, the bus driver announced "McKeesport". Penny was completely taken by surprise. His fingers were in her vagina, and her eyes had been closed enjoying his touch. She looked out the window and saw Roger standing there with the children, looking up at the bus. Frantically Penny said, "I've got to go.", and pulled away from his invading fingers. As Penny straddled to get by him, he trapped her leg between his, he put his hand up her skirt, and cupped her vulva, stopping her where she stood, than he felt further back and stroked those lovely globes of her shapely bottom. "Goodbye mystery lady, I will never forget you." He withdrew his hand from under her skirt. Penny bent over and kissed him, and stepped out into the aisle and out of his life. She descended from the bus and he watched as a waiting man and a little boy and girl ran up to hug their very flustered mother. The man came forward and embraced her and they walked off together. He grinned as the bus pulled out, and he reached into his pocket and felt the very flimsy panties that she had 'lost'. He put them to his nose and smelled their musky scent and a touch of her perfume lingered. Once again the flattery, the slow approach, and the Aphrodite story had worked their way into another seduction. And this one had been memorable. Back at 110 4th St in McKeesport, the children were now tucked into bed and Roger pulled Penny to him and kissed her, and catching the hem of her skirt, he slid it up to feel her bottom, and to his surprise discovered that she was without underwear. "You don't have any panties on." he said. Penny turned red, she had forgotten, and then quickly, having a brainstorm, she said, "All I can think of for the last few days, is having you inside me, and I thought that not wearing underwear might turn you on." Roger beamed. "I've been turned on all day thinking about your body and getting you into bed. I can't wait to take your clothes off." Penny had done something that he thought was really sexy, and he pulled her into the bedroom. Penny was still really very much in the mood. Taking two men in one night wasn't the worst thing in the world, and despite being a little tender, it was the best night of sex that she and Roger had ever had. The stranger was right though. Penny never did forget the ride from Philly to McKeesport, and Roger discovered a new Penny, self confident, who knew how to dress to please him, who felt wonderful about herself, and who he now couldn't wait to come home to. After all, she had learned a great lesson from Aphrodite, and now she wanted a man who could give her pleasure. A Bus Ride With April Dylan hugged his parents good-bye as the bus pulled into the station. He had had a good visit with them, but since he lived a three-hour bus ride away he was only able to see them about one weekend a month. He looked forward to his next visit, but he also looked forward to getting home to all the games that he hadn't packed, not to mention the friends he had made since moving. He had packed light; everything he had needed to bring for the weekend had fit into a backpack, the same one he had used when he was in school. He didn't bother to give it to the person loading the luggage compartment, opting instead to bring it onto the bus with him. After showing his ticket and boarding the bus, Dylan chose a row near the middle; he didn't want to be the very last person to leave the bus, but he wanted to make sure that the frontmost seats were available for anyone who had trouble walking. He sat in the seat by the window, put his backpack under his seat, and watched the bus continue to fill up. Some of the passengers sat near the front, some near the back, and some not too far from Dylan himself. He noticed one extremely attractive woman with long, wavy caramel-coloured hair boarding the bus, wearing a backpack of her own. Dylan hoped she would sit somewhere in his field of vision, so he could glance at her once in a while to make the long bus ride pass more quickly. Dylan glanced frequently at the woman as she walked along the aisle. He couldn't help smiling slightly as she got closer. When she was a few rows away, he directed his gaze elsewhere but continued to watch her from the corner of his eye. When she reached his row, she startled Dylan by looking straight at him. Dylan looked at her nervously, and she gestured to the seat the seat next to him and asked, "Is it okay if I sit here?" "Sure," Dylan said, not believing his luck. "Thanks," the woman said, taking off her backpack and sitting down. She unzipped her backpack, took out a bottle, and handed it to Dylan. "Want some lemonade?" she asked. "Sure," Dylan said again, taking the bottle and opening it. He took a sip, then closed the bottle back up and handed it back to the woman as she zipped her backpack back up. "Keep it," she said, not taking the bottle back. "I have others for myself." Dylan opened the bottle back up, took another few sips, then closed it and put it into the netting on the back of the seat in front of him, while the woman put her backpack under her seat. "I'm April," the woman said, extended her right hand. "Dylan," Dylan said, shaking her hand. The bus started moving. Dylan looked out the window and saw that his parents were still there. He waved good-bye to them until they were out of sight. "Friends of yours?" April asked. "My parents," Dylan answered. "I came to visit them for the weekend." He retrieved the bottle of lemonade and took another sip before putting it back. "Did you enjoy seeing them?" April inquired. "Yes, I did," Dylan replied. "It'll be good to get home, though." "I hear you," April said. "Trips are fun, but carrying around luggage can make you a bit weary. I mean, I know you only came for the weekend, but you must have at least brought a change of clothes, right?" "Yeah, and even if I'd just brought my toothbrush that's still more than I'd have to have on me at home." "Do you come this way often?" "About once every three weeks." They continued chatting as the bus made its way to the freeway and then picked up speed. Occasionally Dylan would glance out the window, but most of the time he was focused on April. This was better than he could have imagined. He didn't have to steal sneaky glances at her when he thought she wouldn't notice; she was actively encouraging him to look at her, to the point where she might be offended if he looked away for more than a moment. In fact, she was engaging with him; it seemed she had no end of questions to ask and stories to share and comparisons to make between their two lives. What was most surprising was that she was socializing so eagerly with someone she had never met before, and knew nothing about other than the fact that he was traveling. Dylan had always been under the impression that talking to strangers was an exercise that had to be undertaken with the utmost caution if at all, but far from being frightened, Dylan actually found April's attitude quite refreshing. Dylan was grateful for the lemonade April had given him. It was a warm day, and, particularly with all the talking, Dylan found his throat drying out quite a bit. He took sips every few minutes while he chatted with April, but he was hardly aware of it; April herself held most of his attention. It had been a long time since Dylan had seen anyone as attractive as April, and the way she smiled and laughed and seemed to really like Dylan completely captivated him. He was actually surprised when he found that the bottle was empty. He couldn't have finished it already, could he? He would have to remember to bring his own beverage the next time he went on a long bus trip. "I can take that," April said, holding out her hand. He handed her the empty bottle and she put it back in her backpack. "Is it okay if I put my legs on your lap?" April asked. "I'm feeling a bit cramped." "Sure," Dylan said once again, and she did so, stretching her legs out all the way to the wall. This was beyond belief. The most beautiful woman Dylan had seen in three years was cuddling with him after knowing him for — Dylan looked at his watch — less than half an hour. April put her mouth close to Dylan's ear and said softly, "I really like you." Was she a prostitute? "You'd better watch it," Dylan said, "or I'm going to think you're a werewolf." April leaned back and laughed, then told Dylan a story about one of April's college classmates who had called April a werewolf. Dylan did not find this entirely reassuring, but eventually he decided that he could call for help if April attacked him. And if she picked his pocket he would have plenty of time to find her before the driver let her off the bus. He decided he would enjoy the situation while it lasted and worry later about any ulterior motives April might have. April started moving her legs in Dylan's lap. When she was done with her story, she kissed Dylan on the cheek and asked, "Am I scaring you?" "A little bit," Dylan admitted. "Do you want me to sit somewhere else?" She didn't seem offended; she was still smiling pleasantly. Dylan was sure that he could have politely asked her to move and she would have done so without fuss. But the idea of her leaving almost made Dylan start crying. He suddenly no longer cared if she picked both his pockets and then stole his backpack for good measure. Nothing he had with him was worth more than the experience he was having right now. "No, stay," he said fervently. "Thanks," April said, smiling even more widely, and she put her arm over Dylan's shoulders. "Tell me about the last party you went to," she said. Dylan did so, and April continued to move her legs around, occasionally going so far as to rub Dylan's penis with her thigh through his pants. When he was done with his story, April squeezed his shoulders with her arm, kissed him again, and then told a story of her own. Dylan never wanted this bus ride to end. When she was done with her story, April said, "I'm not a werewolf. But I did play a trick on you. I put something special in your lemonade. In a few seconds you're really going to wish you were sitting in an aisle seat." She smirked. Dylan looked at her uncertainly, trying to figure out what she meant. Then, out of nowhere, Dylan suddenly felt an unbelievably strong need to pee. He had to immediately grab his penis to keep from wetting himself. As he did this, April triumphantly shouted, "GOTCHA!" and started laughing hard. Dylan tried to stand up to get to the bathroom at the back of the bus, but April's legs kept him pinned in his seat. "You're staying right where you are," April said, feeling the attempt. "I want to watch you struggle not to pee in your pants." "April, move!" Dylan said insistently. "And give up my front row seat to this show? That's not going to happen." "April, I really have to go the bathroom." "I know," April said, still laughing. "That stuff hits really hard." "Come on, April, this isn't funny!" April laughed even harder. "Aww," she teased. "Do you have to pee? Do you have to pee really, really bad? Do you feel like you might start peeing in your pants at any second if I don't let you out?" "Yes! Come on, April, hurry up!" He was squeezing his penis tightly, desperately trying to keep control until he could get April to relent, but he could feel the pee pushing to get through, and he didn't think he could hold on much longer. Clearly this was a game to April. How could he explain the reality of the problem in a way that April could understand? All of his attempts just seemed to amuse her more. Laughing did make April even more beautiful, though. And Dylan found her triumphant, mischievous laugh even more pleasing than her warm laugh of earlier. If the prank had been only mildly annoying like spraying Dylan with silly string he would have let it go and simply enjoyed April's reaction. He would have made a face both to give her some satisfaction and to discourage her from doing it constantly (Could one face do both of those things?), but he wouldn't have spent half an hour complaining about it. But what she had actually done created a serious issue for Dylan, and his enjoyment of April's pleasure was much less than his desire to get out of the situation. April lifted Dylan's shirt above his bellybutton and ran her fingers along the exposed skin. Dylan was starting to pant. April pressed a finger between Dylan's bellybutton and waistband, making him gasp and press his thighs together to keep from peeing. Then April started tickling Dylan's sides, making him laugh. He crossed his legs and tensed his thighs. "April, stop!" Dylan begged. "I really, really have to pee. Please let me out!" "I got you so good!" April gloated. "I love watching you squeeze your penis and hearing you beg me to let you go to the bathroom. It's really amazing how well that lemonade works." "I'm glad you're having fun, April, but I really don't know how much longer I can hold it. Could you please stop tickling me?" "Why, am I making it worse?" April teased, still tickling Dylan. "What if I talked about flowing water like rivers or waterfalls, or if I made sounds like ssssssss..." "What is wrong with you?" Dylan demanded. He was starting to rock back and forth while he continued to squeeze his penis tightly with his hand and to tense his thighs regularly. "Don't you understand how badly I have to pee?" "Why don't you tell me?" April suggested playfully. "Describe how it feels to be trapped in your seat, tickled, and teased after drinking my special lemonade." "April, I'm panicking right now. I'm having trouble breathing. I'm starting to sweat, even though the air conditioning is on full blast. And it's taking all of my strength to keep from peeing right here, in my pants, on the seat." April stopped tickling Dylan, and she also stopped laughing. She slid a hand into her pants and started moving it around. "What are you doing?" Dylan asked incredulously. "I'm fingering myself. This is just too beautiful." "What? April, let me out!" "Why? Are you about to wet yourself? Do you feel like, even squeezing as hard as you are, the pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably through the length of your penis and into your cute little pants?" Dylan felt a spurt of pee shoot through his penis into his underwear. He clamped down even harder with his hands, thighs, and internal muscles. "April," he said desperately, "I just spurted. You have to let me out now!" April removed her legs from Dylan's lap, then started rubbing herself harder. Dylan rose from the seat, hunching over because the overhead compartment prevented him from standing fully. He tried to get past April, but her legs were in the way. "I'm not letting you out yet," April said. "I just didn't want you damaging the seat." Dylan felt another spurt escape his penis. "April, please!" he begged. "I spurted again. I can't hold this any longer!" He was still squeezing himself frantically with his hand, and also moving his legs constantly, but he was sure that pretty soon it wouldn't matter. April, still masturbating, watched Dylan with her lips slightly parted, then licked them. "You look so delicious," she said breathily. Perhaps she was a werewolf after all. More spurts of pee made their way through Dylan's frantic penis, despite all of his efforts to stop them. They were becoming longer and more frequent. It was becoming a broken but otherwise steady, and very embarrassing, flow into his pants. He looked down and saw a growing visible wet spot. "April," he said, almost crying, "I'm wetting my pants. Why can't you let me out?" April looked at the spot, open her mouth wider, then said, "Okay. All right. You can go." She took her hand out of her pants and swung her legs into the aisle. Dylan made his way as quickly as he could past April's seat, into the aisle, and toward the bathroom. He was peeing into his pants almost continuously now, even while clamping down as hard as he could with his hand. He was grateful that no one else on the bus said anything as he walked along the aisle. When he finally made it to the bathroom he closed the door as quickly as he could, opened the toilet, and wrestled his still-peeing penis through the flies of his underwear and pants. Then he completely stopped his failing efforts to hold and let the pee flow freely into the toilet. It felt amazing. When he was done, he flushed, closed the toilet, put himself back away, and looked down to see the damage. It was pretty bad. Not as bad as it could been, but fairly noticeable. Also, he could feel quite a bit of wetness, and he did not think it would make for a pleasant bus journey. He again felt like he might start crying. Dylan heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice asked, "Are you done yet?" He opened the door a crack and saw April standing there holding his backpack in one hand and wearing her own. Defiantly, Dylan decided that he no reason to hide the wet spot from April, since it was her fault, and so he opened the door the rest of the way. April opened her mouth wide in an impressed expression. Dylan found that he wasn't angry with April for ruining his trip. He was discouraged by the situation, but April herself was so enchanting that Dylan couldn't resent anything that she did. In fact, at that moment he was ready, almost eager, to have her take on her wolf form and eat him. It would save him another two hours in wet pants, and if April really did find him delicious then Dylan thought she deserved the meal. He would consider it an honour to bring her the pleasure. What April actually did, though, was to close her mouth again and hold Dylan's backpack out to him. "Do you have anything to change into?" she asked. "If not, I've got some men's clothes that should fit you." Dylan took his backpack from her. Yes! He could change into yesterday's underwear (it wasn't that dirty) and the shorts he'd brought in case it got too hot. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Yes, I do, thank you," he said. "I'll see you back at the seat," April said. "If you still want to sit with me, that is. I certainly won't take it personally if you don't, and since I'm pretty sure all your stuff's in the backpack, you can just go straight to whatever seat you like." "Thanks again," Dylan said, and closed and locked the door. Perhaps it was rude of him not to tell April whether he would continue to sit with her, but he was a bit anxious to get changed. Changing was rather difficult in that tiny room, but he was able to do it, and when he was done he put his peed-in pants and underwear into his backpack and walked back along the aisle to April's seat. April had moved to the window seat. When he saw her, Dylan asked, "Am I still okay to sit with you?" April smiled brightly. "Absolutely!" she said, and gestured toward the aisle seat. "Please." Dylan sat down, putting his backpack under his seat. When he straightened back up from doing this, April rose from her own seat, straddled Dylan, facing him, with her knees on the seat on either side of him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Even with all of the difficulties he had endured, Dylan decided that he was having a very good day. The End