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Bus Ride

By: cltdigs



Dearest Love,

You dropped me off at the Bus station this morning, so I could retrieve the car my folks are lending us until the ours gets fixed. I had no idea what the day had in store for me.

Harry Chapin sings a song called 'Greyhound' in which he sings "its the goin', not the gettin' there that's good..." After this trip today, I think I understand that refrain all the better.

These trips on the Bus are always interesting to me. I have ridden Bus a lot, mostly when I was younger, now occasionally when a bus ride is more convenient than driving and having to find parking and all that hassle. At the beginning of each trip, and at each stop to let people on and off, I always feel a bit of trepidation regarding who will or will not share a seat next to me. Its usually my luck that some person, male or female of about 300 lbs and large girth, or someone with poor personal hygiene will decide to sit next to me the entire trip. On this trip the Bus was surprisingly empty, about 10 people altogether. Because I'm antisocial, I made my way about 2/3 to the back so I wouldn't be surrounded by people, who were mostly at the front. The Bus left at its scheduled time and I breathed an inward sigh of relief as no one had sat next to me or even where I could see them. 

The Bus pulled into the Yakima station, our first stop, and only two people came on. The first was an elderly woman who sat just behind the driver as is typical. The second person to come on was a young woman, I estimated in her early twenties, but I really have no idea how old she really was. I noticed her right away because she was attractive, and very sexily dressed. She was probably between 5'0 and 5'5" tall, had curly blonde hair, (closer to a 'Drew Barrymore' than a 'Britney Spears' in appearance) - somewhat pouty mouth, full featured, voluptuous but well proportioned. She was wearing a light pink, clinging tank top and a short (mid-thigh) black mini-skirt. After pausing a moment, she made her way toward the back of the bus, looking for a place to sit. She stopped at the set of seats across from mine, turned her back to me and reached up to lift her backpack into the overhead compartment. As she did this, (I had turned to watch what she was doing) her skirt raised up, revealing the bare curve of her buttocks; in that brief glimpse I couldn't tell if she had panties on or not, all I saw were her butt cheeks, and only the lower portions where her buttocks met her legs. I quickly turned my head away, afraid that she'd would see that I was looking at her, yet at the same time my heart quickened and I could feel the beginnings of an erection growing in my pants.

I heard her giggle, then she turned and asked "pardon me, would you mind if I sat by the window?" gesturing to the seat next to me. Of course, I replied that I didn't mind at all, somewhat surprised that she didn't take one of the vacant seats across the aisle. Before I could stand up to let her by, she scooted sideways, facing me, into the window seat, her breasts (nipples hard and straining against the fabric of her top) nearly brushing my face as she slid past and saying "oh, pardon me." By now, my cock is completely engorged.

As the Bus got underway, I tried my best to put her out of my mind, reading my book, an interesting but tedious history of the Venetian empire. Before long however, I felt her leg pressing against mine and I looked down to make certain I wasn't accidentally crowding her, intending to move over and give her a bit more room. However, what I saw was her with her legs partly spread, pressed against my legs with her skirt pulled up so I could see her sheer, pink panties, fingers of both hands caressing her inner thighs. Having seen this, I immediately looked away, starting to get up when her hand came to rest on my leg. Not waiting for me to say anything, she whispered "see my new panties? I just got them a couple of days ago, this is the first chance I've had to wear them, what do you think?." Not knowing exactly how to react to this, my cock harder than ever, I said that they looked very pretty, very sexy and that her boyfriend must surely enjoy them.

Laughing at this, she moved her hand to my crotch, her fingers tracing the bulge of my throbbing cock and said "I saw you watching me when I got on the Bus, and liked how you looked at me, it made my pussy get wet." I started to say "Miss, this is very awkward.. " when her hand closed around the shaft of my cock and she leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my shoulder and said "here's how this works, you touch me, I will scream, if you touch yourself, I will scream.. in either case, you will be thrown off the bus and probably arrested. All you can do now, is watch, and enjoy the show, maybe you'll even cum in your pants .. if your lucky."

With this warning, her fingers still gripping my hard cock through my pants she settled back into her seat, lifted up, pulling her skirt up more, rubbing her fingers over her pussy lips. Watching this I could see that her pussy was nearly completely shaven, only a small, very short patch of hair remaining above her lips. She reclined her seat, slipped her panties to one side, and pressing her middle finger between her pussy lips. I could see her biting her lower lip, eyes narrowed as her finger slipped back and forth. Stifling her moans she continued to work her finger back and forth, her wetness becoming more evident. As we pulled into the Wapato stop, she slid back up, licking her finger off, stroking it lewdly in and out of her mouth and over her tongue stud as I watched. 

When no one got on the Bus at Wapato and we moved off again, she grinned and said "good, time to play again," this time using both hands, one to spread her lips apart while she used fingers of the other to enter her now, very wet pussy, playing with the strands of sticky juice, wiping some on my pants and giggling. With her fingers spreading her pussy open, I could see that her clit was pierced and decorated with a small, silver ring. While her fingers of one hand stroked inside her pussy, she used her other to play with the clit ring, alternating pulling at it and massaging her now swollen clit. The driver announced that we were pulling into the Toppenish stop, but then continued on as no one was waiting to be picked up there either.

As we continued further, I could see her body growing more and more rigid, her breathing becoming more labored, and she started making little whimpering sounds, straining to keep from making more noise. Just as we pulled into what was to be our 30 minute lunch stop in Toppenish her back arched, her face flushed her hips began bucking. As the bus halted, she heaved a deep breath and said "oh my god.. the first one was so good, I can't wait for the rest..." Looking at me, she smiled and said, "you can't get off, we're going to stay on while everyone else eats." As I started to protest this, she looked at me as if to say "do you really want me to scream?," and I sat back, maintaining my silence. During the remainder of the lunch stop, she turned, hooking her leg over mine so I could better see her pussy as she lightly stroked it with her finger tips. "See" she said "I get so horny at times, and all I want to do is get off as much as I can, and I like for a man to watch me, I like that feeling of power, control over him." Then "Do you like my piercing? I just had it done about 4 months ago, it feels soo good when I play with my cunt." To emphasize this she tugged lightly at the ring, causing her whole body to suddenly go rigid, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh, god!" she said "that nearly made me cum again just like that!." 

Once the lunch stop was over and the bus loaded up again, she continued masturbating so I could see. Her fingers, two this time, penetrating her pussy getting her hand wet with her juices and stopping occasionally to lick them clean. At one point, she moved her hand to my crotch stroking it, her finger tips rubbing the wet spot showing that precum now poured freely from me. "Do you like my little pussy? Is it pretty? Do you want it? Do you want to fuck me?" . Afraid of what would happen if I didn't answer, I replied "your pussy is very pretty.. and I want it very much, I want to taste it and feel it around my cock." Smiling, she tightened her fingers along my cock, stroking it up and down "You play along very well, maybe you'll be rewarded for that."

As we approached each successive stop, she would begin playing with her clit ring, spasming almost instantly in climax, each one more intense than the last one. Mabton (no one got on), Grandview (one person got off.. the bus that is), Sunnyside - each of these stops was preceded by a series of her masturbating, stroking her pussy inside, then the playing with her clit ring, and ultimately her climax.

Shortly after leaving the Sunnyside station, she began masturbating more intensively, her fingers playing with her clit ring, stroking her entire pussy with fingers of both hands. All through this show my cock had been throbbing, leaking large quantities of precum, resulting in a growing spot of moisture on my jeans, I was so aroused that I could barely keep my hands of myself or her. Watching her touching her self that way, watching how her face contorted and spasmed, I think I saw her come to climax two more times. Then, as we approached the outskirts of Richland she began pulling the clit ring taught with one hand while stroking the swollen shaft of her clit with the other. She was having trouble keeping her body from flailing, her hips bucking, her moans threatening to get loud enough for everyone to hear. Suddenly, her back arched again, her body went completely rigid, and a gout of hot cum gushed from her pussy, coating her hand, her thighs, and the seat that she sat in. She appeared almost to be having a gran mal seizure the way her body spasmed.

Before long, she regained her composure, sat up, blinking at me, and smiled, giggling softly. "Oh, My... excuse me a moment" she said as she got up, tottering drunkenly as the bus put her off balance, sliding past me raising her skirt so I could see her pussy pass just in front of my face, the smell of her cunt and her cum heavy on her body. I turned and watched as she went to the lavatory at the back of the bus, astonished at what I had just witnessed, also somewhat amazed that I hadn't cum in my pants. She returned shortly, looking somewhat refreshed, the color having gone from her face somewhat, but still looking a bit unsteady. Again, she moved past me to get to her seat, this time with her ass facing me, and again, lifting her skirt so her body, slickened with her juices was mere inches from my face. As she passed by me, she dropped something in my lap and, sitting, said "as a memento, I don't think you want to forget today, I certainly won't." Just then we pulled into the Richland bus stop, where she got up, leaned over, kissed my forehead and whispered "thank you." I simply watched as she gathered her bag from the overhead compartment and walked off the bus.

Once she left, I looked down at what she had dropped in my lap, realizing it was her panties, now soaked through and through with her juices, and heavy with her scent. Getting off the Bus, I imagined everyone had seen and heard what was going on, but , surprisingly no one even so much as glanced my way. I held my book in front of me to hide the still large bulge in my pants as well as the wet spot (I could feel the precum now drying on my leg). While I waited for my ride to arrive, I couldn't stand it any longer, went into the mens room, locked myself into a stall, and stroked my cock until I came all over those panties.

You are laughing now, exclaiming how naughty I am to make such things up. Before you decide this is simply a fantasy that I've created, I suggest you go look under your pillow. Fact? or Fantasy? You decide. 

Your loving husband,

Christopher

Bus Ride



I just had another fight with my boyfriend and decided to hop on a bus to see where it would take me. I got on the first bus that came my way. The driver appeared to be middle aged and very stern looking. He told me to hurry up and find a seat and sit my ass down. I could tell this was going to be a fun ride.

I still can't believe my boyfriend cheated on me again. I'm going to get even this time with that creep. 

I looked in the back of the bus and saw two guys, they appeared to be having a good time, at that very moment I knew my revenge. For one night I was going to be a total slut. I got up from my seat and walked to the back and asked them if I could suck their cocks. They looked shocked and all of a sudden they could not get their pants down fast enough. I got down on my knees and grabbed a cock in each hand, slowly stroking them. I then started sucking one while stroking the other. It did not take me long to realize how wonderful this strangers cock tasted. I then sucked the other cock while stroking the one that just left my mouth.

By now others were watching and I could hear their comments as I continued to give head to perfect strangers. These two guys were moaning with each suck and stroke. The guy I was stroking got up and came around behind me forcing my shorts and panties down. He spread my legs apart and then the cheeks of my ass as he began licking back and forth from my wet pussy to my ass hole. I was already so turned on, I came instantly as his tongue entered my wet pussy, shooting my juice all over his mouth and chin. 

He then stood up and slid his cock into my pussy, I yelled " fuck me you son of a bitch and fuck me hard." This time I screamed when I blew my nut causing the dick in my mouth to blow its load deep into my throat. The guy behind me pulled out and said to me, " bitch suck me off and I don't want you to spill a drop when I shoot my load into your mouth." 

By now I could hear the driver shut the bus off and started walking towards the back of the bus. I heard a zipper as the footsteps approached. 

I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and suddenly it swelled and shot its hot sticky juice down my throat. He came so much I could barely swallow it all.

Then I heard the drivers voice say, "nobody has fun on my bus without me and my wife is riding and wants to have fun also.." I got up and started to refuse and he yelled at the guys, " hold the little cunt down." I began to panic and his wife began to stroke my breast and kiss my neck. She then sat on the seat in front of me rubbing her clit, I could see she was already dripping wet. I told him I did not want to do this, then suddenly the two guys grabbed me and held me face down and muffled my screams as the driver forced his cock into my ass. The pain was instant and so were my tears. He began to groan and thrust into my ass with force.

His wife started wiping away my tears and told me to relax and enjoy it as she slid down underneath me and began to lick and fuck my pussy with her tongue. All of a sudden everything started to change as a wave of pleasure started to devour my body from deep inside. The pain was disappearing and the excitement was taking over as his cock kept pounding my ass hole harder and harder. I began to ache for more with every lick and thrust. It did not take long for me to feel my orgasm build and I soon exploded all over his wife's face as she tried to lick every drop. 

She then got back up on the seat in front of me and spread her legs to give me good access to her wet pussy. I began licking the juices from her pussy lips and she parted them with her hands to give me better access to her slit. I ran my tongue up and down between her puffy mounds and stopped to suck lightly on her clit just enough to make her start to quiver and then I would slide my tongue down and shove it deep into her wet dripping hole as I tried to savor every drop of her juice. I never knew pussy could taste so good. She began to moan and pump her hips to meet my mouth. 

The driver began fucking my ass faster and faster as I felt his cock swell and begin to shoot its load deep into my asshole. I continued to lick and fuck her pussy with my tongue until she shot her sweet juices all over my face, I swallowed all I could as she filled my mouth.

The other two guys decided to stick their cocks in my mouth and pussy and began fucking me at both ends. I sucked as if it were the last cock on earth as the other cock rammed my pussy hard and fast. I felt another orgasm building and it was going to be a big one as I could feel my hole body starting to get numb. The cock in my mouth started to cum and I sucked every last drop I could get and this sent me into an orgasm frenzy as my pussy convulsed around the hard cock. This sent the cock into an explosion as he shot his load into my pulsating hole. Ohhh, I can't wait to take another bus ride. I guess I should send my ex- boyfriend a thank you card.



Bus Ride



In the beginning I wasn't too thrilled about taking the bus in to work. It meant getting up an hour earlier for one thing, and for another, it also meant arriving at work a half hour earlier than I needed to be. As far as I was concerned, it was a good waste of my own personal time. On the other hand...it was saving me a great deal of money in gas, not to mention paying the exorbitant parking fees just to leave my car sitting in a spot all day that wasn't even really secure.

I boarded the bus, the sun hadn't even come up yet, and though lit, the light was still dim inside as I made my way towards the back where there were few if any other passengers. As I neared the back section, I spotted one young attractive looking woman, surprised to see her look up meeting my eyes and actually smiling. I returned the smile and immediately took a seat directly across the aisle from her. For a moment I felt somewhat embarrassed in having done that. I could have taken any other number of seats. In my mind, I wondered if I was being obvious in having done so, but she was certainly worth looking at. And the fact she continued to glance over my way told me that she had some minor interest in me as well. That...or my overactive imagination was working overtime.

Deciding that I shouldn't jump to conclusions or make any assumptions about a simple look and a smile, I opened my morning newspaper and began reading. Though I soon realized I had read the same paragraph three times trying to digest the content. Glancing up and over the paper in her direction again, I pretended not to look as I did so, but then I was suddenly forced to look. "Had I just seen what I thought I'd seen?" I asked myself. This time, I lowered the paper just enough to allow myself to appear to be reading it, yet once again looking even more purposely towards her.

She wore her hair short sort of spiked and wild looking, which for some odd reason really set off the rest of her features as well. Nice full succulent lips I had seen smile at me, and a first glance that showed me she'd been wearing a rather short black skirt and a simple pullover sweater that matched it. She had repositioned herself there on her seat, likewise now pretending to glance out the window of the bus as we moved along. But she had turned her legs, and thus her crotch in my direction. Just dark enough that I couldn't really see anything, it was nonetheless a nice fantasy to sit there entertaining. Half another movement, and her legs would spread far enough apart that I could have easily seen what was sitting there hidden between them. But then again, that was just me, enjoying the fantasy and playing it out in my mind, though it was never really going to happen.

I realized I'd allowed that gaze, that fantasy of thought to play itself out far longer than I should have when I once again locked eyes with her, realizing I'd been looking, and that she'd caught me doing just that. Once again, she smiled however, and as she did, she spread those same wonderful long legs of hers, and treated me to the fantasy I'd been entertaining. Only this time it was real, and this one was even better. Taking a quick sneak peak forward where the only other person who might have taken an interest in whatever she was doing, was three rows ahead of her. Satisfied no one else could, she raised herself up very quickly, and in doing so, bunched the very short skirt she was wearing all the way up and around her waist!

"Holy shit!" I just barely vocalized, certainly not loud enough for anyone to have heard me, though she had...or had at least managed to lip read the words I'd just spoken. 

"You like?" she mouthed back at me, easy enough to know I hadn't misinterpreted her words, and answered by almost idiotically nodding my head.

I watched as she then spread her legs even further, dim light or no...there was no mistaking what I was looking at now. She was shaved, her lips puffy and swollen as she ran a finger deftly up and down the slit of her cunt. When she retrieved her hand, sucking the middle finger she had used, I felt my cock suddenly throb, not even realizing until that very moment that it was as hard and stiff as it could possibly be.

The bus slowed, pulling over to the side of the road picking up another passenger. Taking a quick glance back her way, I saw she was prepared to yank her skirt back down if she had to. Looking back up towards the front, I saw another guy begin to head back our way.

Normally, I consider myself a nice, really easygoing guy. Which in fact, I am. But I found myself glaring at him as he approached. Maybe it was the look in my eyes that caused him to take the seat that he did, though to be honest I really don't think I had meant to look at him the way that I had. Or...maybe I did. Either way, it served its purpose as he took his seat thus removing the threat of my "Bus Girl" as I now thought of her, from having to reposition her skirt. As I turned back to look at her, she actually laughed, her face blushing a little. But more importantly, her hand was once again down between her legs, and this time, she made it even more obvious as to what she was doing to herself as she openly finger-fucked her cunt. 

This was, one of the most wildly erotic experiences of my life. A complete and total stranger, a very attractive younger woman was sitting there masturbating in the aisle across from me! I wondered for a moment if I'd boarded the bus to heaven as aroused as I now was.

Even the ride itself seemed to contribute to the erotic atmosphere. Lights periodically reflecting inside, seemingly showing a brief spot-light here and there against that openly displayed pussy. The glistening wetness of her arousal briefly, momentarily highlighted, giving the entire adventure we were sharing a somewhat surrealistic feel. When she lifted the lightweight sweater she was wearing, revealing two very beautiful full looking breasts barely encased inside a black lacy bra, I felt my prick again twitch and knew I was in the process of creating a very large wet spot. Thank god for dark Levi's or I would have really been in trouble arriving to work like that.

Bus Girl, then managed to pull one of her tits free of the bra, giving me an additional thrill as she fingered the rather dark looking nipple, which was obviously erect and fat looking. She applied a bit of her pussy juice to it with her finger, the lifted it with her hand, licking the substance off she had just placed there.

"Give me some," she mouthed towards me.

I had no clue what she had meant by that, though my mind wasn't thinking clearly at the moment either. "What?" I mouthed back barely speaking, my lifted eyebrows clearly messaging my confusion. She laughed, understanding my lack of interpretation at her request. Like a street mime performing, she then made motion with her hand like she was jacking off...a pretend cock, which she pumped, and then squeezing it. With the tip of her finger, she swiped off what I then knew was pretend precum, and then applied this to her nipple, though she actually did touch it once again looking towards me.

"Oh my God! She wants me to give her some juice!" I thought, and realized that in order to do so...I'd have to pull out my cock and actually do that. But as I sat there thinking about it, I realized I wanted to do that just about more than anything else at the moment.

I knew no one could see what I was doing unless they suddenly stood up for whatever reason and actually walked back. Freeing my prick, which was no easy process under the circumstances, Bus Girl sat grinning at me as I did so. I then copied her mimed movements as I actually did stroke, and then squeezed my prick until a nice fat juicy droplet of precum oozed out of the tip. She slid over on her seat closer to the isle, took a quick glance up towards the front, and then suddenly she was across the aisle sitting next to me! The fact she had managed this feat with her skirt still bunched up around her waist and one tit hanging out was amazing enough. Had anyone looked back as she'd done so, there would have been no mistaking what was going on back here, though even then I wondered if the bus driver had taken note of the sudden movement in back through his rearview mirror. As he made no sudden movement to pull the bus over against the curb, stand up and walk back and kick us off, I figured he hadn't. That...or maybe he was now enjoying the show. There was really no way of knowing for sure. But at the moment, I could have cared less. Bus girl was holding my dick, and squeezing it.

"By the way...my name is Julie," she then said, and swiped a droplet of juice from my dick, applying it to her tit just as she'd requested. "Wanna feel?"

I had to check myself for a pulse. For a moment, I actually did wonder if I had died, and that this bus was taking me anywhere but to work. If it was...I didn't care, I was along for the ride for the duration. Accepting her proposal, I reached over, cupping her breast and then thumbing that hard erect fat nipple of hers. She sighed pleasurably. Then to my added confusion, she lifted herself up, once again straightening her skirt back into place. As she did, I removed my hand, and she then stuffed that beautiful tit of hers back into place as well.

"Sorry...but my stops coming up," she informed me. "Tomorrow?"

Once again I nodded my head stupidly, though I think I added the words, "Hell yes!" when I did so. She again smiled, leaned over kissing me on the cheek, and then stood pulling the cord alerting the driver to pull over at the next stop. I sat there, my cock still exposed, throbbing like mad as she gathered up her purse and promptly made her way forward. I noticed as she did so, several appreciative glances followed her, along with mine. I looked out the window as she looked back, even waving as the bus pulled away. Which is when I realized, I hadn't even introduced myself, nor had I put my exposed cock back inside my pants yet either. Which I hurriedly did as another passenger got on and came all the way back to take the seat behind me. Look...or no look. Though I think my now worried and fearful expression wouldn't have scared anyone as I just managed to pull up my zipper.

**

She wasn't on the bus for the ride home, which wouldn't have made a difference even if she was. It was far too crowded, though I managed to slip into one of the few vacant seats remaining. And it was of course too well lit anyway. But even on the ride home I tended to think back of the morning and the incredibly erotic experience we had shared together. It was perhaps the first time in recent memory that I was actually looking forward to going to work again the next day.

I stood at the bus stop the following morning wondering if she'd in fact even be there. And though she'd indicated she would be, it wasn't the only bus along this particular route, though it was the same bus and time I had taken the previous day. As I stepped up, paying my tokens, I turned looking back. It took a moment, but there she was! Unfortunately even as I noticed her, I also noticed another man sitting two seats behind her. As I approached, Julie slid over from the aisle seat she'd been sitting in to the one next to the window. An obvious invitation to sit down next to her, which I did.

"By the way...I didn't introduce myself to you yesterday," I began whispering. "My name..."

Julie put a hand on my leg, shaking her head. "No...don't tell me, I don't want to know. I'd prefer to keep it this way," she told me seriously. "And my real name isn't Julie either, but...you can call me that, or think of me by that name if you'd like."

I wondered then if she wanted me to give her a fake name, but then decided it was redundant. Obviously she preferred thinking of me as "Bus Guy" perhaps, and so let it go at that.

Though the bus wasn't nearly as full as it had been the previous day, the guy sitting two rows behind us concerned me. I soon discovered however, his presence there didn't concern 'Julie' one iota. She was again wearing an equally short skirt, though this one had a plaid design, and the red pull over sweater was again likewise similar to the one she had worn the previous day. Though this one was a bit more low-cut and considerably tighter, which really accentuated her full shapely breasts, not to mention looking like it had been painted on. Almost immediately she had bunched up her skirt once again, though this time she took my hand, placing it down between her legs.

"I am already so fucking wet!" she whispered, which was an understatement. Her pussy felt like she had poured a full bottle of baby oil on it, even the seat she was sitting on felt damp as I sat there trying to be nonchalant about what I was now doing, which was finger fucking that wet juicy slit, having the time of my life while I did. "Oh yeah...that's nice," she moaned pleasurably. "Now...pinch my clit and pull on it."

Once again, I was already fucking hard. Though I'd boarded the bus with half an erection already. Just seeing her sitting there had caused it to balloon to full staff even before I had taken my seat. And now...sitting there next to her fingering her cunt, and now pinching her hard knotted clit between my fingers just as she'd asked me to, had sent a series of almost painful throbs surging through my prick.

"Read your paper," she told me grinning. "Open it up and hold it out towards the aisle."

I checked the paper to make sure I wasn't holding it upside down, and then proceeded to pretend to read it. As I did, I felt her hand fumble with my zipper, soon pulling it down. I was glad I had thought well enough ahead to forgo the necessity of wearing briefs, otherwise it would have been near impossible to fish out my rock hard cock. As it was, it just sort of popped out, much to her delight.

Holding my prick in one hand, she proceeded to toy and play with it, fingering herself with the other as I sat there staring at black squiggly lines trying to look all professional and business like. But what I really wanted to do was moan out and tell her how fucking good her hand felt. Especially when I realized she was now smearing it with a considerable amount of that cunt-cream she was producing. Which made it even slicker than it already was, though the juicy slippery sounds she began making as she did so, sounds I would have normally found extremely erotic and sensual, were making me somewhat nervous. I flipped my paper as though to straighten it, looking up and about as I did. But found relief in the fact no one was looking back at me...us, and that no snot nosed kid had piped up and yelled, "Mom! Mom! Some ladies touching this man's penis and doing naughty, dirty, disgusting things to it!"

Which did feel wonderfully, naughty, dirty and decadently disgusting as we rode along in the bus. Even as we pulled over to pick up a couple of additional passengers, Julie never quit fondling me. The problem with that was, sitting there pretending to read the paper, I couldn't very well glare at everyone who had boarded, or hope to cause them all to squeeze in to the few available seats up front with so many available empty seats all about us. And worse, there was no way to even casually discuss it in the few brief moments we had. Holding my paper, I bent it back towards me to some degree as well as lowering it as best as I could. We both watched as a middle aged woman passed by taking the seat across and behind us. And though that made things a bit more difficult, the guy who had come down the aisle behind her, made it even more so by taking the seat directly across from where I was sitting.

As he did, I heard Julie giggle knowingly, though she continued to pump my prick slowly, teasingly, and oh so wonderfully, which was already causing me to feel the first warning signs of tossing my salad everywhere. And to make things worse, as I sat staring at my stupid paper, though what I was really doing was glancing down towards her, and what her marvelous hand was doing to me, was to then watch as she again revealed her beautiful tits by pulling up the front of her tight fighting sweater up and over them. She then somehow managed to pull down the cups of her bra, so that each of her beautiful, magnificent globes were just sitting there, cradled in their cups, she now added some of my juice and hers, to each of them, fingering her nipples.

"Cum on my tits," she told me then. "I want to feel your hot juice spurting all over them!"

I glanced up over my paper, but the guy sitting across from me was looking out the window. If he'd heard anything, he certainly hadn't indicated he had, nor had he suddenly taken his cock out and started to stroke himself off, which I might have done had the roles been reversed. 

"Whenever you're ready," she told me. "Because I am!"

I don't know if anyone else has ever tried holding a newspaper still while someone else is busily jacking them off, and causing you to hover on the edge of orgasm. But it's a hell of a lot more difficult than one might think. And you can only shake a paper so many times without turning the page, which I didn't dare do as I couldn't run the risk of dropping it for one thing. But likewise trying to use it as a shield in covering up what it was Julie was now doing as she leaned over even closer to me, her soft breasts actually touching my cock, was in itself a monumental feat. I could only wonder at what the guy two rows back might actually be thinking. Standing up, leaning over our seats and wondering if she wouldn't mind doing him next.

Once again...had the roles been reversed.

My answer came in the form of a groan, one in which I fought with every fiber of my being to keep from being heard, though even then I did see the guy who'd been sitting there looking out the window turn his head and look over towards me. I caught his eyes, smiled...I mean what else was I supposed to do? As I felt spurt after deliciously wonderful spurt leaping from the head of my prick to splash against the softness of Julie's breasts as she milked out every single available drop from my prick. What I really wanted to do was pull down the paper and show him I'd just had one of the best fucking orgasms of my entire life. I wanted to see the expression on his face as she looked over to see all that cum cream smeared all over this beautiful woman's tits, and make him envious as hell. Though with my luck, he'd turn out to be an undercover member of the bus police or something.

I knew that her stop was coming up soon, so wasn't at all surprised when she flipped the bra back up over her cum-smeared tits, likewise pulling down her sweater and readjusting her skirt back into place. With the orgasm I'd just had, and the sudden nervousness of the bus stopping, I wilted like a flower out in two hundred degree heat, making it very easy for her to stuff me back into my pants, which she thankfully did. Though even that embarrassed me somewhat as I'd shrunk down next to nothing. Julie didn't seem to mind though, even giving it an affectionate little pat as she tucked me back into place, pulling up my zipper just as the bus made ready to pull into her stop.

"I won't be on here tomorrow," she told me. "But I will Friday. And Friday is usually a lighter day for people taking the bus," she informed me. "I'll be in the back seat, if we can...plan on fucking me," she stated, causing me to raise my eyebrows at her. "Wear something easy...like sweat pants." And with that, she stood as the bus came to her stop. Once again, I watched as she walked up the aisle, glanced out the window as she stood there watching the bus pull away. Knowing as it did, she was standing there with a gallon of my fresh cream still clinging to her tits.

**

The following day I drove myself to work, I saw no point in taking the bus for one thing, and for another, I needed to stop at the store on my way home. I didn't own a pair of sweat pants. Nervously, I contemplated on how the hell we were going to get away with fucking on the bus. I mean it was one thing to think about it, imagine it, and another one entirely to actually manage to do it. I decided that the odds were, it would be next to impossible, and that we'd no doubt just end up masturbating one another again on the way into work, though the sweatpants would certainly make that far easier to do to. Especially with me not wearing any underwear again, that would at least speed up the process of taking me out and putting me back in.




Bus Ride



She was right, which meant she'd been traveling this route, this bus for far longer than I ever knew. For whatever reason, there were less than a half dozen people on board when the bus stopped. And true to her word, this time she was sitting all the way in back, with the six bodies all sitting near forward. Two of which must have been a couple as they were the only two sitting together. Even so, we didn't have anyone within eight rows of us, though I still couldn't imagine how we could actually sit in the back and fuck without someone being the wiser.

Obviously, I hadn't done this before.

As I neared the back row, Julie scooted over allowing me to pass. "Sit with your back against the window," she told me. "After you've pulled your sweats down first," she added with a wink. I did so, as she then slid in closer towards me, once again bunching up yet another very short skirt. "We're just two young lovers cuddling together on the backseat," she then said filling me in. "Let me do all the work."

I mean it's not like I had visions of fucking her doggy style on the back seat or anything. Ok, well...maybe I did. But that wasn't very realistic. What was...was how she just sort of settled back in towards me, managing to slip down and over my cock in one fell swoop, with no one the wiser as I folded my arms about her chest, the feel of her soft, braless...breasts, pressed against my arms. I felt her cunt contract, which was another amazing sensation. Without even moving, she seemed to be stroking my cock as though her mouth was in fact sucking it. This was again something new. I'd never fucked anyone without moving before. Which we were. Though after a bit, we finally did begin to move some, always alert and keeping an eye out should anyone grow curious and look back towards us. If they did, we stopped, Julie turning her head towards me as we kissed, looking more like what she'd told me we would look like should anyone look back towards us. And I guess two people making out, tended to keep other's eyes averted from watching. Sort of a privacy thing I suppose. Though I seriously doubted that same rule applied towards actual fucking. Again, anyone discovering that would no doubt alert the driver, who would no doubt pull the bus over and kick us off. Or worse, we'd be hauled off to jail in chains for perverting the mind of the ninety-year-old grandmother sitting up front directly behind the driver. Obviously, they didn't have buses back then when she was of fooling around age. If she ever did. Though I did briefly wonder what it might feel like on the back of a hay cart or something.

Julie's wet slick pussy reminded me of what we were doing however as she very slowly, and very teasingly began working herself against me. Each of us with eyes glued forward should anyone decide for whatever reason to look back towards us. And likewise being aware of the height of the seat we were sitting behind, no one could see much of anything else unless they stood either. Which meant that when I pulled up the top Julie was wearing in order to cup both of her braless breasts in my hands as we sat there fucking, I got the additional enjoyment of playing with those wonderful fleshy soft pliant boobs while we did.

"Oh yeah baby, I'm getting close here," she told me. "I want to feel you cum inside me when I do," she then added. "I want to feel your fresh hard squirts filling my cunt as I cum," she said a bit too loudly, and I noticed then for the first time the bus driver appear to be actually looking up into his rear-view mirror. For a moment I held still, but she wasn't about too, now thrusting, pushing back against me as she came, as I did. I felt my cock lurch, explode and began to empty itself deep inside that amazingly wet cunt of hers, drenching us both, along with the seats as she exploded in pure unbridled ecstasy.

And this time, we did get more than just one or two curious looks our way, including one from the ninety year old, though truth be told, I think she was smiling at us.

Long before Julie's scheduled stop, she'd climbed off making herself presentable again, as I did.

"Well, it's been nice," she told me. "I've certainly enjoyed this week with you," she then added, "And wish we'd had more time to enjoy one another the way we have."

"What are you saying?" I asked, already knowing the answer to that.

She hesitated briefly before continuing. "Well, you see...the driver? He's my husband. And this week he's been filling in for the regular guy who's been on vacation. Next week, he's doing the fill in for another guy on another route, so obviously...I'll be on that bus."

I looked at her with what had to be an incredulous expression on my face, though at the moment, words failed me.

"Maybe, if you're still taking this bus, the next time Larry fills in on this route, we'll bump into one another again. I'd really like that," she told me, still leaving me without a word in response as the bus slow rolled at the next stop, where she stood and once again made her way forward. This time, it was far easier to see without so many people in the way. She paused briefly, leaned over kissing the driver, turned, looked back at me smiling and then waved. She got off, standing there as the bus pulled away from the curb, me looking back, knowing it would no doubt be the last time I would ever see her again.

But the really weird part was, getting off at my stop, passing by the driver, having to stand there and wait for the doors to open letting me out. 

"Hope you enjoyed the ride," he said simply grinning at me.

And admittedly...I did.



Bus Ride



Hester was an amazing woman and I might have loved her had I not been older than her father and if she had given me a blow job on the bus instead of just a hand job. It was that close and yes, as simple as open, insert and suck. But that never happened and sadly I never loved her.

Now I've always loved a woman's hands, the intricate delicacy of her fingers, the careful detail of the nails and the incredible softness of the skin. The lotions, creams and liquids they try just to make their hands softer, more beautiful are all so luxurious and exciting. Just the thought of what each woman does for her hands makes a woman's touch so exciting. Unfortunately Hester bit her fingernails, her hands were rough and I had no idea where those hands had been. 

It started on a bus leaving Austin late at night heading to San Antonio and points west. I had lugged my bag walking along Congress from Nineteenth Street through the State Capital building and on to Eighth Street. I remember how my tennis shoes squeaked on the polished floor of the capital building, echoing up through the light blue dome. It was early evening then and the few people left had loosened their ties and generally looked a bit disheveled as they headed to their cars. Of course at their disheveled worst, they didn't look as bad as me in my dirty jeans, tee shirt and squeaking shoes.

What I find even more exciting is when a woman uses some of her creams or lotions when touching me. The slippery feel of her fingertips running over my chest, moving in slow, concentric circles, getting smaller and smaller, finally honing in on my nipples is simply ecstatic in itself, but then when they trail down my stomach, through the curly patch of hair all I can do is arch my back and submit to however she wants to take me. Nice, but we were stuck in the back of a bus, jammed in the back seat and had to keep it quiet or we'd quickly have an audience.

With my bag I thought they would make me walk around the building, but after a quick stop with security they let me proceed, though I did feel their eyes on me each step of the way. I passed through the rotunda and continued through the front door and then walked down the steps and onto the great walk leading out to downtown Austin. 

Yes, in the perfect hand job my balls are hers for her amusement, fingernails may scrape, fingers may probe or her entire hand may squeeze letting me savor the painful pleasure as my cock twitches in anticipation. Depending upon her enthusiasm, the exquisite wait until my cock feels the cool wetness of her lotion can become almost heavenly in itself. And still I found myself yearning for the inexperienced hands of a woman young enough to be my daughter.

I met Hester on 13th Street, still about seven blocks from the bus station. She was pretty blasted, apparently on a binge for her 21st birthday. Yeah, back in my day, the eighteen year olds were allowed to drink and, what the hell, give hand jobs, or suck or fuck. Now they could do everything but drink. Hey, I wasn't about the debate all that, no at that time I was only interested in making the bus. After walking a block or two with Hester, all I was interest in was getting in her pants.

It's that interminable, urgent wait for the stunning delight that can make the difference between the sublime and the earth-shattering. Of course, a hurried tussle in the back seat of a westbound bus can be spectacular too. 

Anyway, when I found out she was heading west too, I offered to pay her bus fare. Sadly that ticket didn't buy my passage into her jeans, but it did get me a seat next to her in the back of the bus. I even threw in another drink as we waited for the bus, wanting to keep her properly drunk.

Once on the bus I tried to convince her to do more, but finally settled for a quick hand job. Ah, all those wonderful conceptions of the exquisite way a woman could please a man with just her hands swirled out the bus window when she looked up at me and said, "Take it or leave it."

What the hell, I took it, quickly unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out. She reached down with her nail bitten fingers and rough scratchy hands and began to stroke my cock up and down, slowly at first, then quickening. While she worked with her right hand, she tickled my balls with the left.

All my fantasies of being teased and prodded, drawn just to the edge and then let down, only to be stroked to the edge again and again, slipped quickly away as I moaned softly, arched my back and came, spurting out onto her sleeve and my pants leg.

"Damn, you got some on me," she complained, wiping her sleeve on my shirt. In a tiff she moved up to the seat in front of me. 

I dug through my pack and found an old tee shirt to mop up some of the cum off my leg and I knew it would dry before my stop so I wasn't too worried. Anyway, at that time I did what any warm blooded man would do when accompanied by a beautiful young woman who just finished jacking him off, I drifted off to sleep.

By the time I woke up she was gone. I still had several hundred miles to go to reach El Paso, so I simply closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. Yeah, it was a nice hand job from a pretty girl, but nothing more. Perhaps if she had given me a blow job it might have been more. 

Now I've always loved a woman's mouth, the lovely shape of her lips, the wet sensuous movement of her tongue, and the incredible softness... 



Bus Ride



Her story:

The cross-town bus was full and I had to stand in the aisle. I was going to visit my boyfriend for a day of sex, so I was too busy thinking about what we were going to do to find the crush annoying. But the driver was jerky and I couldn't reach a hanger, so I was being thrown around a bit. On one particularly violent lurch I grabbed the shoulder of the guy sitting by me, and then leant against him as the bus took a corner too fast. I felt him lean into me to steady me. Without thinking I stayed resting my hip against his shoulder: it was more stable that way.

I was conscious of the heat of his body through my thin cotton dress. I glanced down, but all I could see was a head of fair hair and a white shirt. The feel of his shoulder against my hip sent me off into an erotic daydream about my boyfriend: how he would grab me as soon as I came in the door, tear off my dress and take me on the carpet. I had deliberately left off my bra and panties in order to make this process quicker: they usually got ripped anyway.

Gradually I became aware of something stroking the back of my thigh, just above the knee. At first it blended with my reverie but then I realised it was my neighbour; I could tell by the movement of his shoulder that it was his hand that was slowly and gently working its way up my thigh. It was in fact very erotic, and I didn't protest. In fact my daydream grew ever more detailed and arousing.

The hand was now within an inch of my crotch. I shifted my legs apart to enable closer contact. He touched my lips and I imagined his surprise at finding (a) no panties and (b) wetness already slicking the soft folds of skin. His fingers continued their upward journey and pushed slowly but firmly into my wet slit. This was unbelievably exciting. I looked around the bus, but no-one seemed to be noticing. He must have had two or three fingers right in me, another finger touching my tingling rosebud, something else (his thumb?) gently massaging my rear entrance. Wow! I could take a lot of this! I only hoped he would make me cum before I had to get off the bus.

I stared blindly out of the window as he worked his fingers in and out and round about, seeing nothing but visions of me and my boyfriend coupling in increasingly outrageous ways. It was delicious torture . . .

It took me every ounce of self-control to keep silent and motionless as the climax surged through me. I wanted to shout obscene things and writhe furiously on his insistent fingers. But I didn't, and I don't think anyone noticed as I achieved my state of bliss.

I nearly missed my stop. I had to pull free from his still probing fingers and push through the other passengers, feeling weak-kneed and remote. As the bus pulled away I stood limply and wetly on the roadside, not even catching a glimpse of his face.

=========

His story:

The bus was filling up but I got an aisle seat. At the next stop they were standing in the aisle. I got a little chocolate-skinned bimbo in a skimpy white dress next to me - quite an eyeful but I couldn't see her face. Did Mr Gallant offer her his seat? No he didn't - I paid for this seat.

The driver must have been late for his break 'cos he took the route like he was stock-car racing. My bimbo swayed around and clutched my shoulder. I felt her hip steady itself against me. God, she was radiating some heat!

I let my arm hang down and casually brush the back of her leg. It could have been an accident. When it happened three times and she only leant harder against me I started to stroke her thigh in earnest. It was like hot velvet, and it went all the way up! Now we both knew what was going on! I reached her red-light zone. Hey! hot honey! The girl was totally bare-assed! And wet, as wet as hot chocolate! I wiggled my fingers up into her sex-pot. This girl was no virgin, that was for sure. She was loving it all the way up!

I found her cum-button with my little finger and her asshole with my thumb, then got going with the in and out. She was so hot, drops of her cream were running down my hand. I pumped away harder, I could tell she was trying not to show any signs of what was going on. After a short while she gripped hard on my fingers and her body went rigid. A mini flood ran down my arm. She came, hard and long.

The bus had pulled up. Suddenly she broke free and pushed her way down the bus. Bye bye, hot chocolate girl, it was nice while it lasted. I looked around and carefully licked my fingers, one by one. Black treacle, yum!



Bus Ride - Delhi



It was a comfortable winter's afternoon in Delhi. I was on my way from Dhaula Kuan on to NOIDA. The bus was not packed, but there was no empty seat in sight, so I had to stand. As I looked around, my carnal instincts looking for a appreciable female form, I could not locate any.

Suddenly the bus halted at one of the stops, and I was amazed to see about 20-25 middle aged women board the bus. It seemed there was some meeting of a multi level marketing company, and these ladies had come to attend that (this was the latest FAD among housewives in Delhi and the whereabouts.) As I stood, the women filled the bus to the extent that it was fully packed. These women being typical Indian housewives were a little plump, with ripe and juicy curves. Two of them came and stood right in front of me so that I was literally standing behind them. 

I started checking them out. One was fair, with shoulder length hair. Her tits must be 34c, and the ass was definitely more than 36. She was wearing a light blue salwaar kameez. The other one who stood right next to her was slimmer, with small but cute tits. Her ass was also much smaller than the first one. She was in a pale yellow sari, with a sleeveless blouse. She was holding the bar above to steady herself in the moving bus, so that her armpit was clearly visible. She must have shaved it a couple of days back, since a hint of hair was starting to grow already. Her sari was also revealing a generous amount of her midriff, which looked delicious enough to lick. Smooth silky skin of her tummy, undulating around a small juicy navel. Though I could not see the navel clearly from my position, I could make out its contour. As with most young guys in their twenties, I too has a desire for women a little older, or should I say a fantasy regarding older women. Looking at these two lovely housewives so close to me, started to have an effect on my cock. Soon it grew to full attention, saluting these two forms of female beauty right in front of me.

I wanted to each out and touch them, but did not. One due to the fear of being called a molester, and second because I did not want a lady to go through the trauma of being touched if she did not want it. There was a lot of jostling within the packed bus, and I was being pushed further on to the woman with the big butt. Along with that the swaying movement of the moving bus resulted in me being pushed into her from behind. My cock was squeezed into her ass. She looked back in surprise, and I quickly apologized. She did not reply and turned away. As the bus moved on, I suddenly realized that she was moving back into me. I did not have any space to retreat behind me, so I stayed put. She had by now pushed her ass onto my crotch, so that my cock was placed firmly on one of her ass cheeks. The swaying of the bus was causing my cock to rub on her soft ass cheek. My cock was throbbing hard now, and getting very, very uncomfortable. 

I somehow managed to move myself a little to the side, so that my cock moved away from her ass, and I was between the two women, but behind them. As soon as I moved, she looked back through the corner of her eyes, with a questioning glance. I looked down sheepishly, too embarrassed to look at her. She looked away, but suddenly I felt something on my left thigh. Startled, I looked down, to see that she was caressing my leg with her palm. As I looked, she moved her hand over to my crotch and gripped my hard cock in her hand, squeezing it gently. As I looked up, I saw her smiling at me, and she winked. She moved her palm over the length of my cock, feeling for the size and girth. I generally do not wear underwear, since its pretty uncomfortable, and it cannot hold my size "in". So when she started feeling my cock, she got a good feel of the entire monster in its full glory. Her eyes widened as she kept feeling it and she carefully looked down for a view. She used two fingers to hold by jeans tight around my cock, so that she could see the impression clearly. The amazement was always the same, I thought, and grinned to myself.

Now that I was reassured that she was willing game, I gently placed a palm on her married, juicy ass. As soon as I did that, she looked into my eyes. It was my turn to wink, and I squeezed her ass softly. I started exploring her ass, feeling both the soft globes, and then gently squeezing each of them. I slowly lifted her kameez and slipped my hand beneath it. Now I was touching her ass through only the thin cloth of her salwaar and her panties. I was amazed that she wore a g-string below that homely Indian costume. This gave me an unhindered feel of her soft ass. As I felt her soft ass, I could make out the smooth skin under that salwaar. I slipped a finger between the two ass cheeks and moved it up and down. This caused her to move her hips around, like a bitch getting into heat. All this while she kept on feeling and rubbing my cock over my jeans. I slowly lowered my hand, so that my fingers were now brushing against the lower part of her ass. She closed her eyes in pleasure, and I pinched her gently. Then I proceeded to touch her pussy from behind. It was HOT. As I pulled her g-string aside, a hot , wet feel greeted my fingers. Her pussy juices were flowing freely, and my fingers were coated with her love juices, wetting her salwaar as well. I fingered her pussy over her salwaar and she whimpered, shivering slightly. Luckily the noise was lost in the crowded bus, and nobody noticed her, except the other woman. She bent towards her and whispered something. In reply the fat ass one just smiled and indicated downwards, towards my cock, which she was still caressing. The slim one looked down, and her eyes widened in scandalous amazement, but the next instant a wicked and sly smile crossed her lips, as she looked back at me. She immediately smiled at the fat one and the next moment I felt another hand on my crotch. It was the slim one now, feeling away. 

Much more confident now, I moved my hand away from "fat ass" and placed my hand on the hip of the slim one, as she rubbed my cock. I gently pulled her closer to me, which she happily obliged. I moved my hand inside the pallu of her sari and felt the soft skin of her sensual belly. My hands seem to be in heaven as I enjoyed the feel of her soft belly. I ventured further, searching for her navel with my hungry fingers. As I found the little hole, I fingered it lightly. This mad her grip my cock tight, and she looked at me. I could see the raw desire in her eyes, and oh, did she look like a slut. I kept on fingering her navel, and she started rubbing my cock more furiously. I moved northwards, and after traveling a bit, my fingers encountered the soft slopes of her lower breasts. I used my thumb to push into if, feeling my thumb sink into the soft juicy tit easily. She had her eyes closed now, mouth slightly open. My palm was now cupping her small breast, as I squeezed it gently. Then the devil got into me, as I started squeezing it harder and harder. She almost winced, when I realized that I was hurting her, and softened my squeeze again. I found her hardened nipple and pinched it playfully, rolling it between my fingers. Thankfully all this was happening beneath her pallu and nobody noticed, or so I thought. As I looked around, I saw one of the women sitting right in front of us, looking up at her breast through the corner of her eyes. She was around 40 and wearing a sari herself. Her eyes were glazed, and I could see that she was squeezing her legs together as she watched us. I realized that she was watching every bit.

Suddenly she looked at me , and our eyes met. She did not move her gaze away, and neither did I. I looked into her eyes, as I continued playing with the nipple. The I smiled at the seated one, and indicated towards my cock, which was being caressed by both slim ass and fat ass now. She glanced down and her eyes were glued to it. As she looked up at me , I gestured towards my cock and stuck out my tongue, indicating whether she wanted to lick it. At this she blushed very heavily and looked away. A few seconds back she looked back at me. Then she absentmindedly took her fingers to her mouth and licked her middle finger quickly, and smiled at me. Another hungry bitch, I thought, as I smiled back at her and indicated towards her tits. She had quite well formed tits, which was quite evident ever over her pallu. She gently moved her pallu a little to one side, and shoved me the hint of her cleavage. Then she looked around to see if anyone was looking, and when she was assured that nobody was paying attention, she started squeezing her tit and pinching her own nipple, like I was doing to slim ass. 

A naughty thought struck me, and I lowered my hand from the slim lady's tits onto her belly. Then I slowly slipped my hand into her sari from in front. This made her even hornier. She leaned back into me and said" yessss....finger fuck me". I moved my hand lower and found that she did not have any panties on. I searched with my fingers and found her swollen pussy lips. As I caressed her wet lips, I looked at the seated one. She was intently looking at what was going on. As she looked at me, I gestured towards her pussy, asking her to replicate this as well. She gently shook her head in refusal, and I smiled. At the same time I found the clit of the woman whom I was fingering, and started rubbing it fast and rough. She shivered a bit and leaned back completely into me. I could not see her face, but I guess it must an expression of pure pleasure. The seated one was now looking at the face of the slim one, and slowly her hands crept between her legs. She started digging her fingers between her legs, over the sari. She spread her legs a bit and was now furiously rubbing herself as she watched me finger the other one. Though she could not see my hands, she could see the movements under the sari, and imagine the rest.

The one I was fingering suddenly shuddered a bit, and stiffened. She squeezed my cock very hard, and I almost yelped. Seems she was through with her orgasm. Watching this, the seated one also started coming in short gasps. As I watched, her body stiffened for a few seconds, then slowly relaxed, as she sank down peacefully. I pulled my hand out of the sari, and looked around. Suddenly I realized that I had forgotten the plump one completely. She was still rubbing my cock. I bent into her and asked her if she was ready for a real session. She just grinned. After a while when the bus stopped, she quickly scribbled something on a scrap of paper and slipped it into the pocket of my jeans. The sitting lady noticed this. She did the same and slipped it into the other pocket. The slim one was too tired I guess. She just hung on to the support, eyes closed. As my stop approached, I gave the two standing ladies a final squeeze on their ass, and winked at the seated one. As I got off the bus, I realized that I had the tough task of walking along a public road with a hard on, and no underwear. SHIT!!



Bus Ride Home



Recently this past summer I went to my highschool reunion. Nothing special happened there but I ran into a former classmate that reminded me of something that to this day was one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life.

There used to be a bus service that picked you up and took you to the beach. It was a big, city bus that made a dozen stops then headed out directly to the beach. A group of us decided to cut classes one morning and go the beach. I don't remember everyone who went but I do remember Esther. We had been friends since sophomore year. She was (and still is) gorgeous. She's spanish and had olive skin and long, thick brown hair surrounding her pretty face. She had perfect B-Cup titties and there was no hiding when her nipples got hard. Her ass was also sexy as hell and I would've loved to hook up with her but she was the type of girl you could be great friends with but she was always dating guys much older then her (or me). I had a beautiful steady girlfriend too. But niether of our significant others were at the beach that day.

It started when Esther showed up at the bus stop wearing her bikini top and a pair of small gym shorts. The way they hugged her body made her look even sexier. I decided I would spend my time with her at the beach that day. Things got even worse for me when we finally got to the beach. Esthers bikini bottom was tiny and when she laid her blanket next to mine and sprawled out, I caught my first glimpse of a few stray pubes poking out from her bikini and my dick became uncomfortably hard. My poor cock did double duty that day. I enjoyed being with her and I think she was having a good time too. I had my eyes all over her and seeing her wisps of pubic hair had me anxious to get home and fuck my girlfriend.

A few of the guys had joints and we smoked them in the afternoon so by the time we went out to wait for the bus, we were all buzzed. It was so hot and the bus was so packed. There weren't enough seats so Esther gave me hers and then she sat on my lap. As the crowded, noisy bus headed off, I was getting aroused. My cock was pressing right into Esthers sexy ass and there was no doubt she had to feel my hard. We rode in silence for about 15 minutes then she started to wiggle her ass and it was driving me crazy.

We were in the back row of the bus, against the window and no one seemed to be paying much attention. She leaned back against me and I saw her nipples denting out her t-shirt. She moved her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her warm breath, "my boyfriend loves that I'm hairy... I got so wet today the way you were staring at me" she nibbled my earlobe and smiled at me. I didn't know what to say to that.

"Your cock is awfully hard... does it hurt when it gets so hard?" she whispered again. "a little" I managed weakly. Then she shifted and I felt her hand rub my hard on through my trunks. I closed my eyes, her hand felt good.

She managed to slip her hand into the leg of my shorts and she grabbed my cock, and started stroking it. Her fingers felt so amazing on my naked hard on. My hand was on her leg the entire bus ride and I let it slip to her crotch. I rubbed her pussy mound through her shorts and I could feel how warm and wet she was. I looked around, everyone seemed either burned out from the sun and pot or the strangers on the bus couldn't be bothered by us. That was fine with me. I slipped a finger into her shorts and started to finger her dripping wet hole. I had never seen a pussy so wet or felt one that actually dripped. All the while, Esther kept a grip on my cock and stroked me.

By now I was getting pretty good at finger-fucking Esther and she raised her right leg to provide the only privacy we had. About half my cock was sticking out of the leg of my trunks and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I was suprised when Esther started cumming, she did it quietly but I could feel her pressing against my hand and fucking my fingers. A minute or two later and my cock exploded. My cum shot out in thick jets and hit the side of the bus. She squeezed me until my cock felt empty. I softened and my cock disappeared back into my shorts. Esther wiped her cum covered fingers on the t-shirt I was wearing. And just like that it was over.

Esther got off the bus at her stop and said she'd see me in class tomorrow, leaving me seated with a wet cpot on my trunks. Everybody said goodbye and three stops later my friends and I piled off the bus. I wanted to tell them but decided to keep my secret handjob just that, a secret. It was so hot having my cock stroked while I fingered her wet pussy and a bus load of people were surrounding us. It was truly amazing. I have jerked off countless times thinking about it and have closed my eyes and thought of Esther on many occassions while my wife played with my cock.

Then I saw her at the reunion, she still looked gorgeous and she was still single although she was with her boyfriend, a much older guy. She walked up to me while I was waiting for a drink and simply said "have any interesting bus rides lately?" I smiled as we shared our decade old secret. So thats my story, I hope you enjoyed it.



Bus Ride in the Night



The big bus raced on into the night. Its lights pierced the darkness, making a tunnel ahead of itself. Next to me sat this man who had been my neighbour since we started our journey at 1pm. We have not stopped talking. When the bus made its first stop after travelling more than two hours he took it upon himself to look out for me, quite as if he were an old friend. Something about him makes me very comfortable around him; he is not good looking in the classical way, yet I feel very lucky that I came to the booking office and chose this particular seat. And that he came a day afterwards and chose that one next to me! I think I even prefer that to having a woman. What is it about him?

Now I can feel his hand holding mine under the Masai blanket. His hands are so soft it makes me long for him to touch me elsewhere. He is telling me a story about his travels all over East Africa. But while I am listening, my blood is in a boil. Which is something I cannot understand, married woman though I am, and on my way to visit my husband where he works; it will take another 12 hours of travel to get there. I feel an unholy thrill that I will have this guy with me all the way, making me feel the same way I felt when I was young with a boyfriend. Is there something wrong with me?

I think I will entice him a little. I pretend to fall asleep sometime in the night, and feel his fingers exploring my body. First he rubs his thumb against my leg in jeans as if he were afraid I would wake up and scream at him. God, why can't he read my mind that I want him to be more bold and touch me? Part of his hand rests against my crotch, which gives so much pleasure. Is it because my husband has been away for so long that my reactions are so strange? I have never known my body to behave this way! 

He moves his hands to rub my tummy area. Wow! how wonderful that feels, yet I continue to act as if I am asleep. He touches the underside of my bra and I feel a current flash through me. He explores my tits, getting bolder by the minute. Then he stops suddenly. I open one eye to find he is trying to open the button to my top and my hand rushes to remove his gently. 

I wonder why I did that, yet all my hormones were humming with excitement at what his hands will do to my breasts. I pray silently that he is not going to turn away from me, so my relief is great when he moves both his hands back to where mine are, his hand resting softly against the zip of my jeans. As the bus bounces on its way I rub my vagina against his hand, pretending to have fallen asleep again. My hands begin to press down on his to increase the pressure. I can tell he is also enjoying this, from his faster breathing. Suddenly I feel one hand pull away from my crotch but before I know it he has laid it flat against me. He squeezes me and I almost jump at the sensation this gives me. He continues palpitating my private parts, sending me into frenzy. Then his fingers are working on the zip of my jeans. He pretends that the movements of the bus on the road will mask his stealing.

I wonder what he is about to do, but the pleasure coursing through my body forbids me doing anything about removing his hand. Now I can feel his fingers rubbing my lips. I realize I have been wet! He strokes me so masterfully that I feel an excitement building inside me. I think it has to do with the fear that other passengers might see what we are doing. One crooked finger parts my vagina lips and finds the clit standing to full attention. He pinches it gently between two fingers, increasing the pressure. By now I can no longer hide that I am awake and going with the flow. I don't know when he starts to rub faster and faster but I only find myself about to scream from the pleasure of orgasm when I remember this is not my bedroom; I bite my lower lips to stop the scream. It seems I come and come, whether because of the movements of the bus on the road, or the excitement of doing such a crazy thing with a stranger, or whether it is being done public, or all three, I shall never know. I have only come so powerfully very few times in my life; I think I could count them if I tried. I feel an even stronger bond with this man. 

But why? This is so unlike me. Have I become a sex-starved woman as I age, or what?

Too many weeks have passed since my bus ride. I cannot seem to stop myself longing to hear from Tim. When he sends me email it does not seem to be enough and I never have enough time to write. Maybe he thinks my brief replies mean I'm no longer interested in him; but always the thought that I have a husband stops me from admitting to him how I feel. I do not want to wreck my family for some cheap thrills, yet I cannot stop thinking of him! This is just crazy!

Now he writes that he is coming home and I break out into a sweat of excitement. Nothing like I felt planning that journey to see my hubby in Uganda or even when he came for a visit over Easter. Yes, we did things to make our family secure but it held no excitement either. In the evenings, as usual he sat with his books, calculators and laptop until late into the night, while I willed him to come to bed. Many times I found my mind wandering to Tim, but stopped myself just in time. After 10 days hubby left again. So now this Tim is on the way. I want to see him, but I fear my reactions. I may show him too much of my joy at seeing him and he may think ill of me. I fear my body might betray me if I let him too near me.

I let Tim on a long leash, always keeping the promise of a meeting alive but not actually getting to specifics although he pushes me to give him a definite date. Eventually my resolve breaks and I meet him on a Saturday. He is so glad to see me he wants to hold me tight in his arms like a girlfriend. And when we sit at table he looks at me with eyes that make my heart melt. He thinks differently from men I have heard even at work, who only want to conquer a woman. He tells me he truly wants to give me friendship and pleasure. As I look into his eyes I can feel that genuineness in him. How I would love to have married such a man who enjoys talking to me. He makes me feel so worthy, even when he looks at my breasts in an almost worshipful manner. I feel that his desire is not just to satisfy himself with my body, but also to seek my satisfaction. I can imagine evenings with him in our sitting room discussing this and that. 

When he suggests that we meet again the next Saturday, and take an outing to Naivasha, my heart seems to stop. I feel as if I cannot control the anticipation of what this guy can give me. By this time I am not concerned that he will be disgusted by my eagerness; I accept.

We arrive at the reception of the Windsor Great Park Resort, Naivasha. Strangely, I do not feel frightened of the consequences of my actions. I look forward to his caresses. I try to rationalise in my mind that he is actually doing my husband a favour in treating me in ways he is no longer able to because of his busy work schedule. Maybe Tim should even bill my husband for services rendered, I think crazily to myself!! I cannot share such wild ideas with anyone, except my best friend Pauline. SHE would understand, cos she has known me since high school and is our best maid.

In our room 109, he holds my face in his hands and looks into my eyes so deeply. All I can see is concern that I should be comfortable. He kisses me for the first time! Stars explode all around me. My knees threaten to give way. I think to myself, "Am I a young girl again?" Such feelings are foreign to me these last six years. Then he cups my breasts in his hands sending fresh thrills of pleasure right through me. Wordlessly he opens up my silky blouse and looks at my boobs in their bra like a Hindu Brahmin would look at a statue of one of his gods. With reverence and awe. He licks the tops of my breasts without taking off the bra, but it still causes my body to spark. I realise the sound of a soft moan had escaped from my mouth. Smoothly he shrugs off his own shirt and slips off his trousers leaving him in his underwear. Then he pulls me to his chest. My, does that feel ever so good!

While licking my skin around my tits he reaches back and unclasps my bra and puts it neatly with my blouse. Seating me on the bed he unzips my jeans and folds them neatly with my other clothes. Now we are both only in our underwear. He takes my breasts in his palms, letting the nipples rest on his thumbs. That is a new experience for me. This guy really loves my boobs, yet I have always thought they were a bit on the small side, and wished for C-cups like Pauline's. Tim is now licking them slowly, languidly like they will finish if he eats too much too quickly. Does he think they're ice-cream cones? Creeping lower he thrusts his tongue into my navel and makes me jump. Kwani there are nerve connections from my vagina here as well? I can feel it pounding down there and some juices begin to flow. His hands are on my inner thighs gently squeezing and rubbing softly; my legs open to him of their own accord. Suddenly I feel his palm plastered against my vaginal mound, squeezing, telling me how full it is.

He tugs his underwear off quickly and then pulls mine down; I am naked as the day I was born! He runs his wicked tongue from my navel down to my thighs while still caressing them and my mound. When the tongue finishes exploring my thighs I feel his breath hot on my cunt. His lips graze my hairy lips before the tongue roves all over my genital area. Now my cunt is running like the fucking bloody Nile! That naughty tongue is now splitting my pussy and delving inside. He runs it up and down my slit, driving me crazy. Then he flattens it against me and licks from bottom to top and down again. I moan loudly with desire. He sticks the tongue inside again and finds the clit eagerly waiting. He licks it softly, then pulls the inner lips and clit into his mouth; I just have to scream now! I feel his teeth lightly coming in contact with my now-exposed clit while the tongue squeezes it against said teeth. He again draws it into the warm wet mouth and I cannot hold it any longer. My orgasm breaks like the waves of Indian Ocean over my whole being. I clamp my thighs against his head as I come like rockets. I am in a place where nothing else exists but my throbbing pussy. He continues his gentle torture and I find myself climbing up that mountain again. The second orgasm is even sweeter than the first. He moans deep into my pussy causing fresh waves of pleasure all over my body. He is sending me over the cliff, this naughty guy. Why did his wife leave such a talented lover? I have yet to experience the thrill of his raging hard-on entering me and I have come three times already. My how I want it!

But we have the whole night don't we?



Bus Ride Show & Tell



Jenny and Ben ran to the bus stop, climbing on breathlessly in the hot, summer air. Laughing they stumbled to the back of the crowded bus and found a seat.

"Hey, baby, snuggle up to me," Ben said.

"Ugh, it's too hot," Jenny moaned. "I hate taking the bus."

Ben put a hand on Jenny's bare thigh. "How can you be hot, you don't have enough on. Wait a minute, now I'm hot," he whispered to her. His fingers inched their way up her thigh to her pussy.

"Ben, stop that," Jenny hissed. She looked around quickly but noticed that no one was paying them any attention. Giggling, she spread her legs a little. 

"That's it baby, let me at your sweet little button," Ben said, his finger finding her clit. Ben leaned toward Jenny, his fingers gently messaging her clit under her short skirt. He looked up and saw a few men watching, and grinned. "Close your eyes, babe, and enjoy." 

Jenny made a half-hearted attempt to stop Ben but she enjoyed knowing that others were watching them. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider making her skirt ride up to her waist.

Ben's fingers caressed up and down Jenny's pouting lips and then up and over her clit. His fingers glistened with her juices as he dipped first one finger and then another into her hot snatch. He quickly pulled her top off so she was all but nude and fully exposed to the crowd of onlookers.

Jenny moaned, abandoning any pretense of caring, the hot, night air felt so good on her skin. She humped her sweet little mound up at Ben's hand. "Oh yes, baby, finger fuck me baby, oh yeah." She reached up and grabbed her nipples and pulled on them, hearing the catcalls and hoots from the bus riders sitting near them.

"Oh yeah baby, feel my fingers in your tight cunt, baby." Ben fucked his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her plump, swollen clit. "That's it baby, cum for me. Cum for them. They are watching you, your hot, wet little pussy taking my fingers up deep inside you, they want you baby, want to shove their cocks deep inside you, that's it baby, cum on for me." Ben whispered into Jenny's ear. He noticed a subtle shift in the riders as a line of men stood and blocked their activities from the front of the bus.

Jenny felt the surge of electricity chase over her nerve endings, as her body responded sending liquid ecstasy through her limbs and belly. Her head jerking from side to side, she came, moaning and whimpering and shaking, her heels beating a tattoo on the metal floor of the bus.

Slowly opening her eyes, reality invaded her senses, the rumble of the bus, the smell of the fumes and people, the heavy breathing of the men that watched her. Her lips curled in a satisfied smile and she murmured as Ben withdrew his drenched fingers with an audible slurp from her still trembling pussy. Still turned on, in one graceful cat-like movement she knelt on the floor. Her pretty ass and cunt aimed at the onlookers.

Opening the fly of Ben's pants, she pulled out his hard cock. She played to her audience, flinging her long hair back so they could see her face. She licked her lips a few times and pushed Ben back against the seat. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky. Ben relaxed back against the seat, ready for what was to come. He kept a cautious eye on the crowd but didn't see anything to worry him.

She heard the tell-tell clue of zippers being unzipped. Focusing on her man's yummy cock, she held the shaft and gently pulled it up and began to suck and lick his shaved balls. Groans sounded around her, the bus rumbled on. Opening her sexy mouth wide, she sucked his balls into her mouth, her full, lips bright against his skin, leaving lipstick. "Um, now you're mine." She licked and nuzzled his balls and then wiggled around so her audience could have a better view. 

"Suck him."

"Yeah, deep throat him."

"Put him out of his misery."

"Hell, put us out of our misery!"

Jenny got more turned-on as the crowd on the bus got more involved. She worked her tongue up and down Ben's cock, letting it tease all the way up to the sexy ridge and back down, up and down until Ben was humping at the air. She felt a hand on her ass and jerked away. 

"It's ok baby, just go with it," Ben murmured. With a firm look, he set the perimeters of this little show up with the crowd without saying a word. Satisfied, he relaxed again.

Licking her lips, she pursed them together and pressed them on the very tip of his cock. Feeling the smooth, hot skin against her lips and smelling his musky scent drove her a little crazy. She began to rub his cock head slowly over her cheeks, lips, down and around her chin and back up to her lips, wetting him each time. His cock shone with her tongue bath, wet and ready.

She heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from all around her, in stereo. Moaning, she pressed her lips around Ben's cock and snuggled her face all the way down to his balls. She came up for air and went back down, over and over, holding Ben's legs for support. 

Ben fucked his baby's mouth, her sweet lips tightening on him at just the right moment, her tongue wrapping and curling around his shaft and head with each stroke. He rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples until they were long and hard. "Oh, yeah baby, I'm going to cum!" Ben suddenly grabbed Jenny's head and held it down on his dick, pumping his sperm into her throat as she swallowed convulsively. 

Moans and groans sounded around them turning them both on.

Jenny gulped until Ben released her and she came up for a breath, white cum trickling down the side of her chin as she smiled at him.

"Come on baby, let's let these guys finish off right, what do you say?" Ben whispered, adjusting himself back together. He lifted her up onto his lap facing the crowd. Spreading her legs wide, he wrapped both hands around her and spread her bald, pink pussy wide for them. "Watch them Jenny, they are slapping it for you baby, see how hard they are for you?" Ben fingered her horny, swollen clit. He ran his hands all over his naked babe's body. Squeezing her tits, he gave the bus a full view of her spread pussy. He found the little button that jump-started his girl and worked it.

Jenny's breath came in ragged, excited gasps as all eyes were on her. She watched the men as the men watched her, their hands moving in a frenzy up and down on their cocks. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound became an echo in her head as Ben fingered her. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum again, don't stop, I'm hot, wet, God, yes, do it, baby do it, do it!" A violent shudder arched through Jenny and she screamed just as several of the guys shot their cum in her direction, it landed it splats and blobs. 

The bus rolled to a stop. A little shaky, Jenny slithered into her clothes, her face flushed, eyes sparkling. Ben grabbed her hand and they jumped off the bus to the hoots, hollers and cheers of the riders.

Later that night, Ben and Jenny snuggled under the blankets. "That was so much fun, I can't believe we did that!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Yeah, did you see that line of men blocking the view of the bus driver and the cameras?"

"God, and that one old guy that whipped it out! That was so sexy!"

"You were sure hot and wet, baby. I think you would have cum with them just looking at you." Ben began to stroke her body, his hand coming to rest on her breast. 

"What about you, Tarzan?" Jenny countered. "You were so hard I nearly broke my jaw! Just kidding, but you were like a rock."

"Mm, you know what I think?" Ben asked.

"Mm, what," Jenny whispered as her hand found his cock.

"I think we need to take the bus every day," Ben murmured in her ear, growing hard again.

Thank you for reading my story. I love feedback and will answer all emails personally. Please check out my other stories and don't forget to vote. Muah! 



Bus Ride to Albany



Chapter One: New York City to Albany.

The Port Authority Bus Terminal in New York City, circa 1971, was a very cold and sinister place to hang around, and I made it a point to spend as little time as possible there while waiting for my bus.

I was 18 years old and alone, and while I had grown familiar enough with the city to navigate to and from my Aunt Elle's home in Queens, once I entered that dank and dismal bus terminal, I kept to myself as much as possible, and held onto my gym bag very tightly.

Then as now, I was not exactly an imposing physical specimen. At 5'7" and barely 120 pounds, I always considered myself an easy mark for any and all predators. With my light brown hair left fashionably long, it was not unusual to get grief from many different angles, and given my boyish, Bobby Sherman-ish looks, going to the men's room in such a place was a real adventure.

So when this woman sat next to me and struck up a conversation, it was a welcome diversion for me as we passed time. Waiting for the same bus gave us something in common, even if nothing else about us did.

I was 18, and I figured her to be near 50, even if she was nicely preserved. We were about the same height and probably the same weight as well. She lived in a suburb of Albany just as I did, although her home was on the other side of the city.

Meg was her name, as I soon found out, and she was a widow who had a son just about my age who was off to college.

"My son is a handsome young man, too. All the girls are wild about him, and I'll bet you have them lined up after you too, don't you Kenny?"

Actually, I had been doing rather well in that department, but I wasn't much on talking about it then, figuring that discretion would serve me better than broadcasting my exploits.

"Oh, I don't know about that," I said shyly.

"Me sitting here with you is probably scaring most of the young ladies away," Meg chuckled. "They probably think that I'm your Grandma or something, or else they would be all over you."

"I don't think so," I laughed, and I was dressed rather shabbily to be attracting girls. Clad in a purple tie-dyed t-shirt and baggy shorts and sandals, I looked like just about every teen-aged boy of the era.

Meg, on the other hand, was dressed rather nicely in a bright pink pantsuit. Her hair was a brilliant silver that looked dazzling on her, and she obviously took a great deal of pride in her appearance. She seemed rather fit too, and I was left to ponder what she had been like back when she was my age. 

Hell, I thought to myself, even today she certainly wouldn't have been someone I would have thrown out of bed. I attributed part of my appraisal to the fact that I had spent a couple of days with my Aunt Elle and Uncle Tom, away from any temptations of the flesh. That was way too long at time for me at 18, as my hormones were raging at full speed 24/7.

The 7 p.m. bus to Albany was now loading, or at least that was what we thought the garbled public address system seemed to indicate, so we went out to board with the handful of others going upstate. Meg had a suitcase she was rolling behind her, and since I only had my little overnight bag, I boarded the bus while Meg had her luggage placed in the storage area below.

I headed toward the back of the bus, happy to see that since there were so few passengers, it was unlikely that I would be stuck sharing a seat with someone. Throwing my bag up in the overhead, I settled into my window seat and tried to make myself as comfortable as I could for the almost three hour trip.

"Kenny?" asked a soft voice, breaking me out of the daze I had been in as a watched the hustle and bustle of people heading to and from buses. "Would you mind terribly much if I sat with you?"

"Oh, no - of course not," I replied, looking up at my new friend Meg, who was standing in the aisle looking down at me hopefully. I slid over to give her room as she eased in next to me.

"You never know who you'll get stuck sitting next to," Meg said, and I had to agree with that, having had a couple of unpleasant seat partners in the past.

Besides, she was a nice lady and certainly didn't take up much space. Smelled nice too, I noted as her delicate scent filled my nose once again.

We talked for a few minutes, and then as the interior lights of the bus went off and we started moving through the city, we grew silent and I let myself begin to drift off to the rhythm of the tires on the road.

A few miles into the trip, Meg squirmed a bit to make herself more comfortable, kicking up that nice aroma again, and shortly there after I felt her head ease down on to my shoulder. It felt so warm and soothing that I let the woman use me as a pillow for the time being, and soon nodded off myself.

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Chapter Two: ALBANY 120

I came out of my nap just as the bus flew by that milepost on the Thruway. What had roused me out of my sleep was Meg. The lady had burrowed her face onto my shoulder and was now facing me. In her sleep, her hand had come to land on my bare knee. 

I was tempted to wake Meg up, or move around so that she would become aware of how she had come to be climbing over me, in a way, but I didn't want to embarrass her. Besides, it felt nice to have this little bit of affection, even if it was accidental.

Those mileage signs were posted every ten miles, but I hadn't fallen back asleep and we hadn't reached the ALBANY 110 milestone yet when I felt it. Meg's hand. Moving. Almost imperceptibly, but moving nonetheless.

The woman's hand began sliding ever so slowly up from my kneecap, and as it did I felt my breathing grow louder and more rapid. In response, Meg seemed to sense that I was no longer napping, and wiggled closer to me.

As her fingers traveled up my hairless thigh, goose bumps formed in their wake, and when her hand reached the hem of my shorts, she slowly retraced the path as had just made, this time with her fingernails.

I involuntarily gasped as the woman's hand went back up and down again, and I was glad that I wasn't wearing underwear beneath my shorts because it was getting plenty crowded down there as it was. 

The next time the woman's hand went up my thigh, it didn't stop where my shorts started. Instead, she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, and she seemed shocked when she found the tip of my now erect cock almost right away. We both gasped as she ran her hand along the bulge from the tip all the way down to the base.

"I can't believe that's all you, Kenny" Meg murmured as she continued to stroke my cock through the fabric.

I groaned and moved around in my chair to allow the woman to get a better handle on things, finding this much more enjoyable than a nap or surveying the darkness outside the windows. Doing a quick survey of the nearby area, I remembered there was a man sitting across the aisle and a row behind us, but he was snoring lightly. No one directly in front of us either, but a couple of people were a row further up. All this made the act even more exciting to me.

"Oh," I moaned softly, wanting to let Meg know that I was enjoying what she was doing.

"You like what I'm doing to you, honey?" she whispered, her spearmint breath hot in my ear.

"Yes," I answered in a ragged voice.

"Don't be scared, Kenny," Meg said, apparently mistaking my shaky voice for nerves. "Can't believe how big you are - you're huge!"

If you've read any of my other stories, you're familiar with my rather unique endowment. Meg wasn't exactly accurate in her description - my penis is not huge. It's long. Exceptionally long. It's also incredibly thin. Suffice to say that if it were half as long and twice as thick, it would be pretty average. While there were times when I did wish it were so, I imagine it wouldn't have gotten nearly as much use that way either.

"Feels nice," I said finally, certainly not going to argue the point with the woman, who seemed to be enjoying what she was doing as much as I was.

"Lift yourself up, Kenny."

I raised my hips as she asked, and she tugged my shorts down far enough to free my cock. After the elastic waistband passed mt member, it sprang back and slapped against my stomach, leaving me very exposed in the darkness.

Meg's hand took hold of my cock and began to slowly pump it, leaning her head towards mine and kissing me. I returned the affection, and while I initially felt like I was kissing my aunt, the fact was that my aunt never stuck her tongue in my mouth while stroking my cock. Besides, the woman could really kiss.

Meg's finger slid along the taut ridge on the underside of my cock and right up the to the gumdrop sized crown, which was oozing seed. She rubbed the pre-cum over the tip, making me shiver and probably drool some more.

Without a word, Meg leaned down and took my cock in her mouth. The warm wetness made my cock surge and get even harder. Her lips slowly slid down the shaft, effortlessly taking in more than half of me before going back up to the tip.

Gripping the armrest of the seat, I looked out the window while Meg continued to go down on me. She was obviously very experienced at this and was doing an incredible job, especially considering the awkward situation. 

Meg had a hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and gently rotated her fist as she sucked the rest of it. She wasn't trying to make my cum, but seemed content to keep me in my blissful state of excitement.

From the front of the bus, I saw a shadow rise out of their seat and begin making his way back toward us. I pulled Meg up off of me before he got back to our area, and once Meg realized why I had done that, she leaned back in her seat and pretended to be sleeping while I covered myself up with my hands.

The guy, on his way to the bathroom behind us, was too busy trying to navigate the narrow aisle while the bus was rolling, and didn't even glance towards us. We heard the door open, the bathroom light briefly illuminating us before the door clicked behind him.

We giggled quietly as we waited for the guy to get done and go back to his seat, and Meg reached down and grabbed my still stiff cock to keep my interest level high.

"You must think I'm really something," Meg whispered to me. "I've never done anything like this before. It's just that something came over me."

"I'm glad it did," I whispered back.

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Chapter Three: ALBANY 80

After the guy got done in the bathroom and went back to his seat. Meg went back to work. The bobbing of her head seemed synchronized with the sounds of the tires running over the seams of the highway, and I slid my hand under her silver hair and rubbed her neck softly.

The bus had passed the ALBANY 80 milepost a few minutes ago, and I wondered if Meg could keep giving me head all the way home. A better question would be whether I could keep from cumming that long.

Meg seemed fascinated my the head of my dick, as she spent a lot of time scraping her teeth ever-so-lightly on the little bulb and licking the tender opening. I would rise a little bit out of my seat as she did that, because it would drive me wild.

Eventually, another person had to go to the bathroom, and we had to quickly rearrange ourselves as the person passed by us.

"When you - you know," Meg said while we waited for the person to go back to their seat. "It's okay if you just - you know what I mean."

"Do you mean that we you make me cum, I can come in your mouth?" I whispered into her ear, and Meg shivered as I said the words, the dirty talk apparently having touched a nerve.

"Yes," Meg tittered shyly.

"Do you want me to come soon?"

"When you're ready," Meg answered.

"Because I'm enjoying this so much I don't want it to end."

"Me too," she replied. "If I had something to drink I could do this all night. Your cock is so easy to suck."

"I've got a soda in my gym bag up there."

Meg got up from her seat and reached up for my gym bag. Her pink pantsuit wasn't very revealing, but I could detect what seemed to be a nice sized pair of breasts straining against the top as she searched for the bottle. The person emerged from the bathroom as she found the bottle of Royal Crown Cola, and she eagerly opened it after rejoining me.

"Warm but good," Meg said after taking a swig. 

She passed it to me, and I took a little swallow before handing it back to her.

"You need it more than I do," I told her.

"I should have enough for the rest of the trip," Meg said, holding up the bottle to check how much was left. 

"I hope I do," I kidded.

"Kenny... are your folks going to pick you up when we get to Albany?"

"Why?"

"I guess I would feel kind of guilty. You know what I mean? I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

"I'm 18," I told her. "Old enough to make my own decisions."

"You look much younger," Meg said, reaching down and finding my erection in the darkness. "Except down here. Do you want to know how old I am?"

"Doesn't really matter to me," I said honestly, having been with an older woman before, although she had been in her thirties. Meg, I had assumed was about 50, so I decided to err on the side of caution. "You about 45 or so?"

"Boy, you have a way with women, I'll give you that," Meg whispered huskily. "I'll be 60 next month."

"You don't look it."

"Thank you, honey. The reason I asked about you being picked up, was that I was wondering if you would like to come home with me tonight. You know - spend the night?"

"I'd love to," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Hate to have to go home like this," I added, nodding down at my erection still throbbing in her hand.

"Oh, I'll take care of that before we get to Albany," Meg assured me. "As long as that won't affect you for the rest of the night, that is."

"You're kidding, right?" I said, because it seemed like in those I was always walking around with a boner. "Besides, I find you very attractive. Really."

I touched her cheek softly, making her smile. She reached up and turned on the tiny light above my chair, pointing it down at my cock like a spotlight. My cock was beet red after an hour or so of Meg's affection, and it was every bit as hard as before.

"Looks like somebody needs attention," Meg said as she clicked off the light and went back to business.

****

Chapter Four: New Baltimore

I came when we went through New Baltimore, just south of Albany. I had been on the brink of cumming several times; once when yet another person made a trip to the rest room and caused us to break it off, and a couple of other times when Meg sensed I was going to cum and eased up on me.

By the time I did orgasm, I was half out of mind with lust. It felt like if I didn't cum my cock would explode, and Meg must have sensed my frustration, because she began to really go down on me. Her hand was wringing the base of my member roughly, while her tongue teamed up with her lips to take care of the rest of me.

I had to bite my hand to stop from making noise, but the muffled grunts that accompanied my ejaculating sounded embarrassing loud enough as my feet pawed at the floor. My cock spasmed for what seemed like an eternity, squirting what felt like an absurd amount of my seed into Meg's welcoming mouth.

For her part, Meg took it calmly and expertly, blocking the blasts with her tongue and letting my cum slide back down my cock and into my pubes and down into my crotch, and continued to try and siphon any remaining seed out of my slowly deflating member until it went limp.

"That was cruel," I said after catching my breath. "Making me hang like that."

"Don't know what you mean, Kenny," Meg snickered, squeezing my arm affectionately.

"I'll get you back for that later," I warned her, as we saw the outline of our destination not far ahead.

"I'm looking forward to that."

A few minutes later, Meg walked down the aisle to get off the bus, while I struggled to get my gym bag out from behind the metal railing on the overhead. I felt a hand pat me on the back, and I moved to allow the man that had been snoring behind us much of the journey, to get past me.

"Lucky guy," the middle aged man said, patting me on the back as he moved by me. "Wish I had your seat."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I followed him off the bus, trying to keep my bag in front of my crotch as I walked to hide what felt like a massive wet spot on the front of my shorts. The sticky load was hardening already, making for an uncomfortable feeling as I moved.

I took Meg's suitcase for her so she didn't have to roll it over the rough pavement, and followed her to the parking lot where she had parked. Her car was a shiny black Lincoln Continental that looked brand new, and I whistled at the beautiful interior as I eased into the soft seat.

"What a car!" I exclaimed as Meg tooled the machine out of the lot.

"More comfortable than those bus seats, isn't it Kenny?"

"I don't remember much about the seat, to tell you the truth," I confessed. "I was too busy enjoying the trip."

"Me too," Meg agreed.

"The guy that was snoring behind us?" 

"What about him?"

"He must have seen something."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because he patted me on the back when we were getting off the bus. He said I was a lucky guy and he wished he had my seat."

"Oh god!" Meg said. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," I admitted. "I was embarrassed. Sorry. Guess I was noisier than I thought."

"You're forgiven," Meg said. "Hope he didn't recognize me."

"He was right, you know," I added. "I was lucky. That's something I'll remember all my life."

"Me too," Meg agreed. "Makes me feel a little weird - him knowing what we were doing."

"I know what you mean. Weird, but kinda exciting too."

Meg tooled the car through a very ritzy neighborhood, and when she pulled into a driveway, it looked like we were going up to a mansion. Her house was a big step up from the working class split level I was accustomed to, and while it wasn't actually a mansion, it seemed that way to me then.

I helped Meg into the house with her suitcase and tried not to look as impressed as I was by her beautiful home. Meg closed the door behind me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Why don't we get upstairs so you can take a shower?" Meg suggested.

I felt ashamed for a minute, thinking that I stunk, until I remembered the big stain on my pants, so I followed Meg up to the bathroom. She showed me into the palatial room which was decorated in pink. That had to be Meg's favorite color, and while it was a decidedly feminine room, it would serve the purpose.

My crotch was almost glued to my underwear, and when peeling the briefs off me it felt like I must have ripped some of my sparse pubes out in the process. The warm water was refreshing, and the floral scented soap did the job, even if it did give me a different aroma than I was used to.

When I stepped out of the shower stall, Meg was standing there waiting for me. She was holding a towel and smiling nervously. Meg had changed clothes, and was now wearing a very flimsy pink nightie that hid very little.

"Wow," I said softly as I looked at this woman who was almost a senior citizen.

"You're sweet, Kenny," Meg said, walking toward me with the towel, and I reached for it, but Meg was intent on doing this herself, so I let her.

Meg dried my hair, and as she did my eyes drifted down to her breasts, which were larger than I had imagined, and her nipples, which stuck out proudly through the silk.

"Such a cute boy," Meg said with a smile as I lifted my arms so she could dry my armpits. "I can't believe you're the same boy I was on the bus with.

Looking in the mirror, I was struck at how odd we looked together; the silver haired woman drying me off much like a grandmother would do to her grandson, and for my part, my scrawny body made me fit the part. My cock had shriveled back to his very modest flaccid size, and the little wrinkled tube wiggled under Meg's drying.




Bus Ride to Albany



Meg had been watching me and saw where my eyes had fixated on, namely the thick pegs of her prominent nipples, and I flushed when I realized I had been staring.

"Wish you could have seen me when I was your age," Meg mused.

"You look good to me right now," I admitted. "Your tits... I mean, your breasts look incredible."

"Tits," Meg chuckled. "I like that. Been a long time since anybody called mine that. They used to be a lot firmer and higher up."

I reached out and gently cupped them through the fabric, hefting the full globes that seemed even larger on her rather modest frame. They did hang a bit, but natural breasts the size of Meg's would do that anyway, and they feel great to me.

"I could tell you that I think you're really nice looking all night," I began to say, but Meg cut me off.

"And I still would think you're a nice boy who wants to make me feel good."

I shook my head at her and smiled, because while I was a nice kid who would never say or do anything to intentionally hurt a female, the fact was that I was really being turned on my the situation and the woman. Besides, I had a way to prove to Meg that I was being sincere, and when I nodded downward to get Meg to look as well, she saw the proof.

"Omigod," Meg gasped, looking at my erection which was swaying in front of me, inches from her silky hip, and she moved her hand over to grasp it, slowly sliding her hand up and down the length of it as she smiled.

"Believe me now?"

"You win," Meg said. "Now if I remember correctly, you said something about paying be back for teasing you on the bus, right?" 

....

Chapter Five: Meg's bedroom.

I followed Meg down the hall, admiring her body from the rear. Her legs looked very shapely and her butt looked fine from what I could see. Meg's skin was very pale, but she showed very few signs of her age; her skin was taut and her body seemed very fit, bordering on voluptuous.

The lighting was soft in the bedroom, and the bed was enormous. Meg pulled the bedspread off, exposing a lot of thigh and the bottom of a butt cheek as she did. She reached over and took a picture that had been sitting on the dresser and turned it face down. Her husband, I assumed, and I found the gesture rather touching. Meg noticed that I had seen what she had done, and smiled self-consciously.

"Silly."

"Not at all," I assured her, and we stood about a foot away from each other, the distance determined by my tool which waved just away from Meg's delta. "I feel kinda naked."

"You are," Meg said nervously.

"I want to see you," I said finally, and reached up to untie the knot at the neck of her billowing nightie.

It came open easily, and as it untied I nudged it so that it fell off of her shoulders and fell to the ground. Naked now, Meg no longer resembled the distinguished business woman but a nervous woman naked in front of a guy less than a third her age.

A naked woman who looked amazing, at least to me. Those tits were spectacular. Large and bell shaped, they hung to her waist, and her nipples were like thumbs centered on black cherry hued aureaolas that were as big a drink coasters.

Her waist was a little thick but not flabby, and between her legs was a tiny wisp of hair that was so light brown in color that it was almost invisible 

"Hold me," Meg said, or asked me, and I embraced her as she wanted, her soft skin warm and exceptionally soft against mine. 

"I'm scared," Meg whispered in my ear as we hugged. "Guess the drinks I had with dinner down in the city are wearing off. They must have given me the courage to do what I did."

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked, unsure of what to do as I held the now-trembling woman in my arms.

"Do you want to?"

"No."

"Good," Meg said, kissing me on the neck. "It's just that I haven't been with a man since - he died. My husband. Over four years. He was a good man."

I heard Meg sob softly on my shoulder, and all I could do was hold her a little tighter to me until she got herself together.

"Sorry," Meg sniffed, raising her head off me and looking at me. 

"It's okay."

"I just wanted you to know, in case you thought that I was - you know - because of what I did on the bus."

"I don't judge people," I said, and back in that era we didn't, as a general rule. It was more of a time of live and let live. "I enjoyed being in the terminal with you waiting for the bus, and I really enjoyed the bus ride, and I'm enjoying being here now. We don't have to do anything if you don't want."

Despite the drama, my erection was still surging, so the last thing I wanted her to do was tell me to get dressed, but I left it up to her in case she was having second thoughts.

"No, I want you," Meg said. "I want you to make love to me."

Meg took my face in her hands and kissed me with as much passion as I have ever experienced, and I returned it as best I could.

"It's been so long," Meg whispered as we moved over to the bed. "Please be gentle with me. Never been with a man built like you either."

"Just relax," I suggested, easing Meg down onto the bed and spreading her thighs apart. 

....

Chapter Six: Making love.

I crawled between Meg's pale thighs and bowed my head, inhaling the musky aroma of her sex. Her bush was more like a wisp of fine hairs gathered around her prominent labia. Running my tongue along her pussy lips, she shuddered noticeably while I wrapped my arms around her hips.

She was already wet. That much was apparent as my tongue probed inside of the fold, and the way my ears heard it, her whimpering was more like a plea. Her way of telling me - now, I'm ready.

Climbing up to a kneeling position, Meg grabbed at my hips to tell me that I had been correct. I rubbed my cock up and down the damp opening a couple of times before sliding a little bit of me inside her. In and out I slid the crown of my dick, and I watched as Meg lifted her hips to take more of me inside of her.

Finally, I slowly slid my cock inside of her. Inch by inch, her moistness enveloped me until my cock hit the end of the road, at which point I slowly pulled myself out of her. Meg groaned as my tool popped out of her for a brief second, and then groaned louder as I slid into her depths once more.

I bowed my head to suck on those magnificent nipples, and she gasped when I licked all around the pebbled surface of her aureoles. Reaching up with her hands, she held up her big tits so I could suck on them easier, and I took advantage of her until my mouth was dry.

Her breathing loud and rapid and her features taking on a flushed and stressed appearance, I grabbed the base of my cock in my fist and began pumping her pussy harder and faster. I took her to the brink of orgasm a couple of times before slowing down, and each time her face became more tortured looking.

After a few minutes, I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to see Meg cum. My nuts slapped loudly on the insides of her thighs as I worked my cock in and out faster. This time, when she neared to brink, I started really pounding myself into her.

Meg raised her head and shoulders off of the bed; her eyes rolled back in her head, veins bulging in her neck and mouth open wide. I felt her pussy seize my hard hard as she clawed wildly at my arms, her body slamming back down to the mattress.

Not wanting to cum, I tried to block the image of her from my eyes and ears, and only half succeeded. Meg's thrashing slowed and then stopped as her orgasm ended, and the crazed look became a dazed look.

"God, you didn't cum," Meg said as I began to rock my hips into her again. "That's so nice - nice."

I rolled Meg over and her stomach after a time, and got her to lift her butt up in the air so I could go in from behind. There was a tattoo of a lady bug on her back. Faded with time, I imagined her getting that as a lark in her younger days, and the muted inking remained for me to enjoy as I slid up next to her and put my dick in. 

Her butt cheeks were plump and a little soft, and as I squeezed them and spread them apart, her tan anus was exposed, and I wondered how she would respond if I told her I wanted to explore than hairless opening. Settling for the pleasure of the view, I continued to probe her pussy while looking at her longingly.

"Ohhhh... so good," Meg moaned, her face buried in the pillow. "Not all the way in, baby. You're too big."

I muttered an apology, figuring that I must have gotten carried away and hurt her a little, so from behind I kept my fist around myself to control how far I went into her. Far enough, as I soon found out, because Meg was clenching the bedding and howling into the pillow as her body quaked with another orgasm.

Meg collapsed after cumming, and I gently rolled her onto her side. She had lost all of lady-like qualities and now looked wild, like she had been getting fucked and cumming like crazy. Her smile was weak as she looked at my erection, still red and swollen and swaying.

"You're insatiable," Meg said as she let me lift her leg up over my shoulder.

With Meg on her side with her right leg pointed toward the ceiling, I slid my dick inside of her. Because of the angle, I could only get a few inches of cock inside of her, but she seemed to approve of the position.

"Omigod - that feels so good," Meg said with a laugh, and when she looked down she smiled as I gently thrust into her.

"Look at your cock," Meg exclaimed as she watched it go in and out of her. "That looks so sexy."

It did, I had to agree, and I forced myself to look away for fear of coming. I sensed that Meg was losing steam, or getting sore. Maybe a combination of both, and I was just about to try and figure out a delicate way to ask her if she had enough, when her hand gripped my arm once more."

"Not again!" Meg cried out, and in seconds her body was writhing into her sheets, her torso jerking like a marionette gone wild. The orgasm was mild in comparison to the others, but after this one she seemed like she was knocked out.

Meg shook her head and laughed when she felt the tip of my cock still hard just inside her labia, and I let her leg ease back down to the bed so she got lay on her back.

"Want me to make you cum in my mouth again?" Meg said hopefully. "Any way I can make you cum?"

"Ummm... would you mind if I..."

"Of course not," Meg said when she saw what I wanted to do. "I remember doing this when I was your age."

I straddled Meg's stomach and put my cock between her jugs. Meg reached up and squeezed her tits together, making my cock practically disappear between her breasts. Her cleavage was as sweaty as the rest of her was, affording a smooth glide for my cock. Meg playfully snapped at the tip of my sick each time it peeked out at her.

I took over the work of wrapping her tits around me, wanting to be able to lean further forward so my balls slid on her stomach with each stroke. 

"I guess I can just relax and watch your beautiful cock," Meg said as she put her hands behind her head and looked down.

My attention was diverted as I glanced down and saw something I hadn't expected to see. Nestled in the dewy recesses, I noticed a few long beige hairs barely visible against the pale skin of her armpits. Meg saw me staring and glanced over at herself.

"Oh no!" Meg said, and tried to lower her arms. "Obviously, I wasn't expecting to be seen..."

"No, please don't," I said, reaching down and putting her arm back over her head. "That's nice. Sexy. I like that."

"Oh, I guess that's the way the hippie girls do it these days," Meg laughed, allowing me to gaze again at her unshaven armpits. "I knew if I lived long enough I'd come back in fashion."

I came fast after that, and when my orgasm roared up on me, I stopped titty fucking Meg and tried to hold my cock down so the cum would be absorbed by her tits. I failed miserably.

My dick slipped out of the sweaty chasm, and I spurted a jet of cum that sailed over Meg's head and all over the headboard. The next few volleys didn't have the same velocity, and they sprayed all over Meg's face and hair.

My cock wouldn't stop spewing my seed, or at least that was the way it seemed. By the time I was drained, Meg was a mess, with semen covering her face like garland and a pearl necklace flowing around her neck.

"Sorry," I said meekly as I surveyed the situation, but Meg laughed it off, giving the string of seed above her head a swipe with her hand.

"Don't want the cleaning lady to think I'm getting naughty at my age," she said, before suggesting that she needed a shower herself after all that. When I asked her if she minded company, she was more than happy for me to join her. 

....

Chapter Seven: Nocturnal emissions.

I awoke to the very pleasant sensation of a tongue licking my balls. After getting my bearings and remembering where I was, my eyes began adjusting to the darkness of the room well enough so that I could see the silver hair of Meg between my legs.

Her tongue was continuing a northern journey that had apparently started on my scrotum and ventured up along the underside of my cock. I was half hard when I woke up for good, and after a couple more licks like that, I was fully engorged and ready for anything.

"Couldn't resist," Meg said from the murky darkness when she realized I was awake. "Can't imagine ever getting this opportunity again, and it looked so cute when I started."

"Love being woke up like that," I told Meg, and began to get up.

"I'm really sore, honey," Meg said when I had gotten up to mount her. "I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything, but would you mind if we tried doing something a little different?"

It wasn't different to me, but I enjoyed listening to her explain what she wanted me to do to her. She was so ashamed of what she wanted, and phrased everything so awkwardly that it excited me even more that way.

Meg turned on the dim light and got onto her elbows and knees. I knelt behind her savoring the pleasant view of her full, round buttocks.

"Just lubricate a finger and slide it in and out for a minute," Meg instructed me after handing me the lubricant.

I parted her buttocks and looked at her hairless tan ring while I covered my index finger with lube. Well oiled, my digit slipped easily into Meg's ass, and she squirmed while I worked it in and out of her warmth.

My cock being so slender, many women felt comfortable having me fuck them in the ass, and I had gotten to pop a few anal cherries for that very reason. Luckily for me, I liked it too, and it gave me a sensation of tightness that I didn't always get in the pussy.

"Don't go in all the way, Kenny," Meg cautioned me, and I promised to be careful, although sometimes it felt so good that I would lose control.

My cock slid into Meg's anus with almost as much ease as my finger had, and we began rocking together gently in a comfortable rhythm. My hands slid down Meg's back, and I crouched over her to allow my hands to cup those pendulous breasts.

"Beautiful honey," Meg gasped as I kneaded those dangling jugs. "Little deeper."

I allowed my tool to probe her more deeply, and with each inward stroke my nuts slapped Meg between the legs, and she seemed to like that as much as I did.

Leaning back upright, I grabbed onto Meg's hips and watched my cock glide in and out of her tight asshole. She was taking over half of it without complaint already, and now was thrusting backwards into me for more. I felt her hand reaching down between her legs to slap and squeeze my nuts in between fingering herself.

"Gonna cum!" Meg blurted out, and I felt her asshole clamp down on my cock like a vice.

I bit my lip to try and hold back my own orgasm, and I might have been able to if Meg didn't reach way back and grab my sack. Squeezing and milking my balls while she came, I was powerless to stop, and began squirting hot jets of seed into her ass.

After we stopped cumming, we collapsed back into the bedding, and after I wrapped my arms around Meg and kissed her neck, I was in dreamland until the morning.

....

Chapter Eight. Goodbye.

Meg's hand was on my cock as I woke up a few hours later. The clock read 7:00 and the sun was beaming through the curtains. I felt my cock begin to stiffen under Meg's pulling, but when my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that she was dressed.

"Gotta go to work, honey," Meg said with a smile.

After seeing her looking very prim and business-like now, just the like the evening before when we first met, it was hard to believe that this was the same woman who was such a wildcat in bed and on the bus.

"Guess I shouldn't have woke you up like that," Meg said, looking at my re-energized cock. "That wasn't fair, although it does look good. You can stay her if you want, but I won't be home until 7 tonight, so if you want a ride we have to get going."

I decided to get dressed and take her up on the ride offer. As we went out to the car, I felt like I had run a marathon.

"How come you look so fresh and beautiful and I feel like death warmed over?" I asked Meg, and got a laugh in return.

"Amazing what make-up can do," Meg said as we got into the car. "I think that you were just what I needed, but by tonight I'll probably begin feeling it."

I glanced out of the window as we pulled out of the driveway, and the name on the box rang a bell to me. I didn't know her but the name sounded familiar, and when I noticed a stack of business cards on the console, it hit me.

"Is that you?" I asked. "The florist?"

"That's me - actually it was me and my husband," Meg admitted. "Now it's me."

"Uh - I worked for you - for your store in Guilderland. Last summer. I delivered."

"Small world," Meg said, throwing her hair back casually. "Hope you didn't get fired or anything."

"No, it was just for the summer," I answered.

"Well, do you need a job now?" Meg offered. 

"No, I'm working closer to my house this summer, but thanks."

Meg drove me to my house, and let me off in front.

"Hope nobody sees us that you know," Meg said as she surveyed the neighborhood.

"Makes no difference to me," I said, although maybe she was the one that should be nervous about that.

"Thank you - for everything Kenny," Meg said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. "Last night was really nice for me."

"Me too," I said, returning the kiss.

"Take a card," Meg said, holding out one of her business cards for a second before snatching it back. After writing on the back of it, she handed it back to me, having added her phone number to it.

"In case you ever need help or anything like that," Meg said, almost apologetically.

"Okay," I said. "What about if I ever wanted to just - you know - get together?"

"You mean, like last night?" Meg asked me with a strange look on my face.

"Well, yeah."

"Uh... sure," Meg finally said. "I figured you were humoring me or something when you said you enjoyed being with me."

I don't know whether she had assumed that I was just playing with her head, or thought I was looking for something from her, but the fact was that I liked her very much and told her so. The sex was great too, I added.

"I'll be picturing your breasts," I said before correcting myself. "Tits, I mean. I'll have them on my mind for quite a while."

Obviously, that was the understatement of all time, as I still recall those incredible nipples like it was yesterday. 

As for calling her up again, I did that twice more that summer, and twice the following year when I came home from school. She sold her businesses and retired to Arizona after that, but gave me an open invitation to visit her anytime. I never took her up on that, but often wish that I had. She would have been worth the trip.

.....

Many thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. 



Bus Ride With Pete



My name is Aisha and I live in Panama. I am 21 years old Hispanic woman I am 5'6" tall about 120 lbs with long black hair that comes down to my waist, gray eyes and my measurements are 36c 22 36 and at my age I have to work hard to keep it. Panama is a beautiful country and as a tourist you would enjoy our climate and nightlife. As a resident I have a good job and work hard. I am in a supervisor position for my company and like most women in Panama I still wear a business dress to work on occasion.

Another reality of life here is that a lot of people use public transportation. If you make the right busses it a pleasant journey, though the rough roads and older busses can be more like an amusement park ride, but like everything in life you become accustomed to it. If I am running late in the morning or on the way home and miss my usual busses the later ones are always filled to capacity and I generally will have to stand for the entire trip, often in very close proximity to other commuters, it can be very tight. Everyone will push and shove until the bus is so crowded you can barley move and the driver has a hard time even shutting the door. On these busses it is not unusual to packed like sardines.

Last Tuesday, I had to do a presentation to Senior Management. As is normal in these cases I wore on of my best business dresses and really took care to look right. It is in these types of meetings that a woman can have an opportunity to be noticed and if she is good at her job, it can lead to further advancement. So I worked very hard on my presentation and on how I looked for this meeting.

While I love my job there are aspects of our working environment that are less then ideal. Usually we just make do and find ways to survive those things. For example in our office there is a mail clerk named Peter. I think he is someone's son because he is terrible at his job and he is a complete pervert. He is probably close to 60 years old and still a mail clerk. He is balding with a potbelly and definitely at least a nerd if not mentally challenged. All the women in the office wish he would be transferred to the loading dock or factory because he will do everything he can to ogle us. If we drop a pencil and bend down to pick it up, Peter finds a way to peer down our dresses and look at our tits. I have seen him drop mail on the floor and when he picks it up he tries to look under your skirt. So we try to always know where Peter is and avoid allowing him these perverted moments. 

My presentation was a complete success and with everyone complementing me after, I ended up late for my bus. I was so high from all the complements that I almost floated to the bus stop, but once I arrived my heart sank quickly. There were so many people waiting for this bus that if I was not sharp and fast, I might not even get on, rush hour is always like that. I wanted to get home and share the news with my family, and I knew that missing this bus would put me hours behind and take the joy out of delivering my news to my family.

I noticed that among this crowd was, Peter. He was standing to the side and I quickly moved to hide myself from him, I did not want to get stuck talking to him on the bus. I did notice as I peeked from my hiding place that Peter was openly ogling all the young women. Unfortunately I also noticed that he must have removed his underwear because the outline of his cock was readily visible through his slacks.

I kept an eye on him and watched for the bus, I knew I would have to be quick to get on, and the last thing I wanted was to be left here waiting for the next bus with Peter. I saw everyone begin to inch towards the bus stop and I knew the bus would be here soon, so I picked up my briefcase and pushed my way to a spot where I figured I would get on. I knew there would be no seats but I just wanted to get home.

The bus came to a stop and the doors opened and it was like opening night at a concert. Everyone pushed and shoved to get on, I did too! I was lucky I managed to get on the bus in the tail end of those who made it. I knew that because my movement was stopped right next to the fist row of seats, and only a handful of people would fit between me, and the door. I was wedged in, but I was on the bus. The woman in front of me was older and someone got up and gave her the seat, which caused some pushing and shoving to make room to allow this. The man, who had given up the seat, an older oriental man, was now wedged right in front of me and I could feel another person wedged behind me. It was so tight in there that my arms were actually pinned to my sides by the passengers on either side. The good news was if I fell asleep I could not fall, the bad news was if I had an itch on my shoulder or face, I could not reach to scratch it.

The bus doors were now closed and the bus lurched to a start, causing all of us to push into one another and then back again as the bus jostled its way down the road. I could feel the person behind me was a fatter man as his belly was pushing into my back, and by cruel luck the man in front of my was the oriental man who was just tall enough to have his nose pushing against my breast.

As the bus continued on its journey I felt what must have been a cock pressing up against my ass. This is not unusual on these busses, after all if a man is that close and the woman is young, sometimes the man becomes excited and his cock gets a little hard. This has happened to me before, and its normal. Not fun but normal. However this time I could feel the cock rubbing back and forth against my ass, almost as if the man was conscientiously trying to masturbate on me. I was able to glance back and was shocked to see that the man behind me was, yeah you guessed it, Peter. He acted as though he wasn't conscious of what he was doing, as he was reading a paper wile standing behind.

I turned back quickly to the front and I began to feel Peter's cock getting hard as he continued to rub himself on my ass. There was nothing I could do, I was wedged in I would have to hope that my stop came quickly or people got off soon I had no other options.

Some of the roads here, as I said earlier are not good and the bouncing and swaying of the bus gave Peter and his still hardening cock the room he needed to rub against me. His cock was now positioned in the crack of my ass, and the oriental man seemed to also take advantage of this as he continued to rub my tits with his face and he now had his cock pressing to my pussy and he was getting hard as well. This was going to be the trip from hell.

Peter kept pushing his cock further and further in my crack aided by the motions of the bus. I felt Peter's hand sliding down my hips and then I felt my skirt being slowly pulled up. He would soon have the back of my skirt over my ass and then only my thin panties would be between my and that ever-hardening cock. Shit!

I could now feel his pant covered cock on my ass cheeks, as my skirt no longer protected me. I was surprised that such an old man could get that hard, I could not see him, but it felt like a decent size cock. He continued to slide his cock up and down my crack and the oriental man, whose cock was also hard was pushing himself into my front and trying to do the same to me as Peter was on my back. 

I was panicking because there was nothing I could do. The busses were very noisy, with everyone talking and the engine roaring, even if I yelled for help no one could hear me. So there I stood with one cock stuck in my ass crack and another hard cock poking the front of my pussy. 

I guess just pulling my dress up was not enough for him because I next felt my panties being pulled up and wedging themselves deep into my ass crack and my pussy. I could feel the inside of my cunt begin to get wet and my breasts, being pushed in to the Oriental man's face had hardened my nipples and I knew if this did not stop, that I too might have an orgasm on this bus.

My mind returned to my ass as I now noticed that there was no material between my ass crack and Peter's hard cock. Peter must have freed his cock from his pants. The sweat of the day made it possible for his cock to slide easily up and down my crack and at times I could feel the head of his cock as it traveled up and down. The situation in front was just as bad, with the Oriental man's cock somehow freed of his pants and because of the dress being pulled up in the back the hem in front was now riding just above my waist giving him access to my pussy. Now I had two dicks rubbing me one over my pussy and the other in my ass crack and the bus was bouncing back and forth allowing both dicks to continue to move on me.

As the bus rounded a corner, I could see my stop a few miles down the road and while my mind said hurry my body realized I was not going to be saved from this experience. . In a few more seconds I felt an eruption on my back as Peter's cock had cum between my ass cheeks.

It was then that two things happened, the bus stopped and opened it door and I was able to quickly get off the bus and straighten my clothes to look presentable. Thankfully the others who had gotten off were ignorant of my circumstances and wandered towards their homes or destinations. Neither Peter not the Oriental had gotten off, thank god.

As I began to walk home I became disgusted with how I had been used by two men on the bus. I knew that in a couple of months I might look back on this and find some enjoyment, but now as I walked home I was mad, frustrated and angry. Feeling the wet stickiness of his cum as it rubbed between my ass and thighs only further inflamed me and I walked even quicker to my home and a hot shower. 



Bus Ride with Sister



How could I refuse? 

My sister had two expensive tickets for a private bus tour through Southern California. It was the romantic kind of tour where couples would be taken from destination to destination on a large bus. And suddenly I was being pressured to go with her.

Let me explain: Our family has always been adventurous. Meaning, we traveled a lot, especially when Christine and I were young. Christine's then-boyfriend was well aware of that fact, and he surprised her with tickets for a 3-day tour.

However, plans changed when Christine discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He begged for forgiveness, saying the secret relationship didn't mean anything, but Christine wasn't the forgiving type (especially when it came to cheating). He even gave Christine both tickets as a goodwill gesture.

Christine refused to take him back, but she didn't want to waste the tickets either. Plus she was genuinely excited for the trip, which included fun outdoor activities and beautiful scenery. She couldn't take any of her female friends because the tour was for couples only. And she couldn't take any of her male friends since it would send mixed dating signals.

Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out.

So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn't refuse.

***

To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging area for guests and a moderately sized parking lot. The ranch itself wasn't part of the retreat. It was merely a gathering place to start the bus tour. It was hot and painfully early in the morning. 

When we got out of the cab, I carried my stuff, and my sister pulled her luggage and carried some small bags. 

We went inside the small ranch building and saw an elderly lady behind the receptionist desk.

"Good morning," the lady said with a super friendly smile.

We both said hello to the lady and made small talk for a while. She was extremely polite and I could sense that the trip was going to be a lot of fun.

"You're here for the tour retreat, I'm assuming," the lady said.

Christine grabbed the tickets from her purse. "Yep, I've got the tickets right here. We're very excited about it."

"Are those things coming too?" the lady asked, looking at our pile of stuff.

"Of course, why?"

The lady had a confused look. "Well, I'm not sure why you'd be needing all that. Do you know what kind of tour this is?"

"A couples retreat, right?" my sister replied.

"Yes, but, what's inside the luggage?"

My sister looked equally as confused. "My clothes obviously."

"Oh dear," the lady gasped with an awkward expression on her face. "This isn't exactly the kind of retreat where clothes would be needed."

My sister squinted her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"This is a nudist retreat, dear."

Christine looked at the tickets, then she looked at the old lady, then she looked at the tickets again, before turning her attention back to the old lady.

"That's not mentioned anywhere on the tickets, or the brochures we looked at. Are we in the right location?"

"We don't advertise the nudity for legal reasons," the lady replied. "The laws can be very bizarre for this sort of thing. Only fellow nudists would know about a tour like this."

"But, but, we've come all this way. The tickets are already paid for. Is there any way my bro...I mean...my boyfriend and I, can keep our clothes on?"

The lady gave a deeply sympathetic expression. "I'm so sorry dear. But this is purely a nudist retreat. And we don't make exceptions, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere."

"Oh gosh," Christine sighed. 

The old lady reached across the desk and put her hands on Christine's hands. 

"It's okay, dear. I'm sure you must be shocked. Believe me, you're not the first couple who's made this mistake."

"What happened with the other couple?"

"They talked about it. Eventually, they decided to give things a try. Before long, they were hooked on the lifestyle."

"That won't be happening with us," Christine said, shaking her head. 

"I know it can be tough at first. But why not think it over? The tour bus won't leave for another two hours. That'll be plenty of time for you and your boyfriend to discuss things."

The lady genuinely wanted us to experience the nudist trip. And by the look on my sister's face, I could tell she was kind of interested.

***

Christina and I left the small office area and went outside.

"What are we supposed to do now?" I said when we reached the parking lot. "How come you didn't know?"

We carried out stuff with us, and it was getting heavier by the minute. No one was around, so we were able to freely complain.

"Hey, you read the same tickets and brochure. None of this was listed. So don't act like this is all my fault."

"But still, this was your trip."

"My ex-boyfriend's trip," she clarified. "He was the one that bought these tickets, not me."

I calmed down for a second. Christine was right. There was no way she could have known, especially since the nudist thing wasn't listed on the ticket or brochure.

"You're right," I acknowledged. "I mean, it's not like you've done this sort of thing before."

Just then, Christine gave a shy little smile and a half shrug. It sort of implied that she had some level of experience with this stuff.

"You've done this before?" I asked.

"Sort of," she reluctantly admitted. "A few months ago."

"And you never mentioned this earlier?"

"Like I said, the nudity thing wasn't listed on the tickets or brochure."

I gave a soft sigh. "So now what?"

Christine thought for a moment. The look on her face wasn't very serious. She wasn't upset about the dilemma that we were in, at least not as much as I was. She seemed a lot more carefree about it.

"Well, we're already here," she said. "We made the trip this far. The tickets are already paid for. And we're not expected back home for a few more days."

There was an expression on her face which showed that she was up for anything. As always, when Christine made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was always a very stubborn person. She was someone who always got her way.

"So you actually want to go through with this?"

"Yeah, why not?" she shrugged.

"It's a nudist trip. Remember? They won't make an exception for us."

Christine gave me a condescending look. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?"

"Sure I have."

"More than one?"

"Yeah."

"Sex?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions. 

"That's usually part of it."

"I thought so," she replied. "And these women you've fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?"

"Damn right," I proudly replied.

"Then it's settled. You have no problems with female nudity. So the question then becomes, do you have a problem with male nudity?"

"I've seen plenty of that in the gym."

"It looks like you're all out of excuses," she said in a conclusory manner.

"Yeah, but you're my sister."

"You've never wanted to see me naked?"

Her question caught me totally off-guard. I felt like a huge pervert and I couldn't admit that I wanted to. But by the look on her face, she already knew the answer.

"That's not important."

"Of course it's important," she replied. "Think about it like this: You finally get to see me naked. Plus, you get to see a bunch of other women naked. Plus, we get to do a whole bunch of fun outdoor activities. Best of all, everything is already paid for by my asshole ex-boyfriend."

She had a point. As impulsive as Christine could be, it was hard to argue with her on this. While I was thinking, she added one more thing to make my decision easier:

"No one will ever know," she said. "It's better that way. Not our friends. Especially not our parents. No one, except us."

That was it. The deal was too good to pass. I agreed, and Christine flashed a big smile and gave me a suffocating hug.

***

Next came the hard part. Christine and I were allowed inside the ranch area, towards a small locker room where the guests could get naked and store their clothes.

On the way to the room, we saw the other nudists from a short distance away. It was a surreal sight for me. Although I don't think my sister seemed to mind. The other nudists were simply hanging out, enjoying some drinks, having conversations, and getting to know each other. They were absolutely unabashed with their naked body parts. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them. And in many ways, I kind of admired that freedom. 

They waved at us when we passed by. And we waved back. They seemed like really friendly people. What made things a bit awkward (more than it already was) was that they were mostly seniors in their 60's. Christine and I were both in our early 20's. By decades, we were the youngest of the group. 

The casualness of everything helped to ease my fear that I might accidentally have an erection, which was the worst case scenario for me.

However, when we went to the locker room, we encountered another problem. The lockers were too small to store our luggage. Obviously lockers are meant to be small, but my sister and I hadn't considered where we would put our stuff.

"Great, now what?" I asked.

"We'll just have to take our stuff with us on the tour bus."

Unfortunately, we couldn't leave our big luggage at the ranch because they didn't want to assume responsibility for it. At least that's what the lady at the front desk had told us.

"Okay, now onto the next obvious problem," I said, addressing the big thing that was lingering over us.

"My tits are a problem?" she playfully replied to lighten the mood.

"Not necessarily. I'm sure they're great."

She shrugged jokingly. "I like them."

"Would you be bothered seeing my cock? This is really weird."

"It's all mental. Trust me, I'm sure that every cock I've seen looks exactly like yours. And every chick you've slept with has a body like mine."

"So you think it's going to be that casual?"

"It's that easy," she replied nonchalantly. 

"Okay. If it's that easy, then you go first."

"Such a wimp. It's all about being confident in yourself. I know I look good. I work hard on my appearance. And frankly, you're not so bad yourself. So, I'll show you how a confident woman does it."

Christine wrapped her fingers underneath her top. She prepared to remove her top, and I braced myself to finally see her tits. But she froze. Her fingers froze. Suddenly, the confidence in her face was gone.

"Well?" I asked.

"Holy shit, you're right. This is super weird."

"Glad you finally figured that out, genius."

"Hey, you could have stopped me, but you didn't."

"Should we just go back home?" I suggested. "It'll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days."

"And miss out on this fantastic vacation? You saw the brochure several times. Don't tell me you aren't interested in those activities."

"Yeah, sure I was interested- when I thought clothes were involved. I didn't know that it was for nudists."

"Don't be such a closed minded person. The human body is the most natural thing in the world."

"Okay, then show me," I said, almost in a dare.

She froze for a second. "I can't."

"And why not? You just said that nudity was so natural."

"It's different. We're related."

"Earlier you said it wasn't a big deal. That it'll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it."

Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine's words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me.

"Enough bullshit already," she said defiantly. "Let's get undressed. We'll do it at the same time, so it's fair."

This time, I was the one who froze.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

With that, she pulled her top off and stood in her bra. Her body was nicely toned, perfectly tanned, with nice small boobs. It caught me completely off guard, and my jaw nearly dropped.

"You weren't kidding."

"Look, I know this is super awkward," she said calmly. "How about we turn around and undress. Then when we're done, we both turn and face each other- the exact same time. That way, it'll be less awkward."

"Sounds like the most reasonable plan under the circumstance."

"Let's get started."

Christine turned around, and so did I. The sound of my sister undressing was surreal, because it soon meant that I would finally see her naked. But of course, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I undressed, which was fairly easy because I only wore a simple outfit. I stood naked. My nerves were building. Finally, I heard my sister stop undressing, which meant that she was done.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yeah."

I was getting even more nervous. I was completely naked, and I was about to show her my body. And I was about to see her nude.

"Okay," she said. "On the count of 3. 1...2...3...

I turned around, naked, and I saw my sister holding a towel over her naked breast and vagina. Her eyes bulged. She looked at my bare cock and I quickly covered it with my hand.

"What the hell?!" I fumed. "You're covered!"

"Pretty nice cock you have."

"Should I get dressed or what?"

"I'm only teasing," she replied. "I wasn't sure if you were actually going to be naked or not. I didn't think you would actually do it."

"Well, I did it."

"I see that now. Fair is fair."

Christine dropped the towel and stood completely nude before me. I finally saw her tits. And they were glorious. They were nice and perky, and they curved upwards at just the right angle. Her small pink nipples protruded proudly. Her crotch was cleanly shaven. She had a strong bikini tan line, which I was sure would be gone after this nudist trip.

"Damn," I managed to speak.

"Like what you see?" she replied, playfully raising her arms to pose.

I snapped out of it and got back to reality. And the reality was, she was my sister, and it was incredibly inappropriate for me to gawk at her beautiful bare body.

"Let's put our clothes in the locker," I said. "The tour bus should be leaving soon and I don't want us to be late."

We gathered our clothes and put them in the locker. When I stood next to my sister, I couldn't help but notice how sexy her body looked. It became abundantly clear that the awkwardness between us was only beginning.

***

Being naked around the older nudists wasn't so bad. It wasn't bad at all. They were all so friendly and inviting. Several of them made small talk with us. The hardest part was the initial appearance. Stepping out of the locker room nude was the most unusual thing I had ever done in my life (alongside getting naked in front of my sister). But in a strange exhibitionist way, it was also kind of exciting and liberating. I quickly understood the appeal of nudism and its glory. 

My sister engaged in casual conversations with several of the older ladies. It seemed like they adored her, and they told her a few times that she was very pretty. In the back of my mind, I definitely agreed. 

At 9 am sharp, all of us prepared to board the large tour bus. Christine and I were the only people who carried large luggages. Unfortunately, there was no room in the storage area. Our luggages wouldn't fit. 

I gave Christine a look which said, 'Why would you bring so much stuff? Why? Was it really necessary?'

She simply smiled at me and turned away.

As the nudists boarded the tour bus, our problem was quickly solved by the bus driver. The last two pairs of seats in the back of the bus were empty. That meant, we could place our stuff on the two extra seats, and we could sit together in the remaining two seats. Problem solved- or so I thought.

It was tough loading everything by myself. The bus was cramped and I had to struggle carrying the stuff inside to the backseat. After two quick trips to load our stuff, I was done. And I was exhausted.

I sat by the window in the back of the bus. It was strange feeling my naked body on the seat. I was used to feeling clothes against my skin, but I had to get used to being naked. I immediately tried to relax, while Christine adjusted the luggages which consumed the pair of seats right next to us. When she finished, she smiled at me and looked down at the extra seat.

"It's gonna be a long ride," she joked.

"You've got that right."

My naked sister sat next to me. I couldn't help but glance at her naked body up close again. At that point, I was sure my sister didn't mind. She likely enjoyed having me admire her nude body. There was a slight smile on her lips every time she knew that I looked at her tits.

Just before the bus left, another situation arose.

The nice old lady from the ranch wanted to give everyone extra supplies for the trip. She told the driver to wait, because since it was such a hot day, she wanted us to have extra boxes of water and juice. 

So, the bus driver carried the extra boxes to the back of the bus. He asked if we minded, and we, of course, said no.

The bus driver piled more boxes to the back of the bus, and before we knew it, my sister was pushed closely to me. We were literally forced to sit with our naked bodies touching each other. There was no other way.

"Both of you look so comfortable together," the bus driver noted with a sincere smile. "It's always nice to see a young couple so in love."

I wanted to say, 'But she's my sister,' but obviously I couldn't, or else we might have been thrown off the bus for being incestuous perverts. 

When the bus driver started the engine and drove, my sister turned to me, and our faces were mere inches apart.

"Looks like this trip is going to be even longer than we expected," she said playfully.

She wiggled her bottom as our bare legs were touching. There was no room to move away.

***

The long road trip had started. The large bus was much louder than I had expected. It was difficult to carry a conversation from the noise of the powerful engine, so most people remained silent, except for the occasional small talk. 

As the trip went on, most of the older nudists began to doze off and sleep. There wasn't anything better to do, plus everyone had woken up early that morning.

I eventually got used to feeling my sister's body pressed tightly against mine. Our arms and legs were pressed together in a weird way. The brightside was, I got to take occasional upclose glances at her nipples, crotch, and sexy legs. Once again, she didn't seem to mind.

My sister stood and reached over the boxes to get her phone, which was in her bag. By doing so, I got a terrific look at her shapely ass, and even a quick glimpse of her asshole. I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or not, but she sat back down and began typing on her phone. With nothing better to do, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It was a long morning, and I was already tired.

Before I could doze off, my sister tapped my shoulder and showed me the screen of her phone:

is this vibrating bus making you horny?

When I looked at her face, her eyebrow was raised, and I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"This isn't funny," I whispered in her direction.

"I wasn't trying to be funny. It's a serious question."

Even though my sister spoke in her normal tone, I was sure that no one could hear us talk because the bus engine was so loud.

In a miraculous state of bad luck (or good luck- depending on how you look at it), the box next to us started leaking. 

Nothing serious. It looked like fruit syrup. The old lady had given us juice, pastries, and some other stuff that we didn't need.




Bus Ride with Sister



"Now I'm going to be sticky," Christine sighed. 

I looked at the side of the box, which was slowly leaking at a very minor pace. It hadn't even dripped to the floor yet, that's how slow it was. Yet my sister was already worried about it.

"I think the next stop is less than an hour away. You should be fine. We'll clean it when the bus stops."

"Easy for you to say," she whispered with a sharp look on her face. "You're not the one sitting next to it. I am."

"I guess so, but..."

Before I could reply, Christine, my naked sister, sat up and lightly jumped on my lap. Her naked ass was pressed on me. Her bare back was pressed against my chest. She wiggled her body in an attempt to get comfortable in her new seat- which was me!

"That's more like it," she breathed in a sigh of relief as she faced forward. "This is a lot more relaxing than sitting on that seat."

At first, I was at a total loss for words. Things were already weird enough being naked around her, then sitting so close to her, but Christine on my lap? Naked? It was all too much.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

She adjusted her body again. "Oh relax. Stop being a wimp. The next stop is less than an hour away, right? What's the big deal?"

"You're naked on my lap," I whispered in her ear. "That's the big deal. It's a pretty big fucking deal if you ask me."

"Well no one is asking you then. Now act like a grown-up and let me sit on your lap, okay?"

She stopped talking and focused on her phone. She was texting her friend or something.

Christine wiggled her bottom again in an attempt to get cozier. In the process, her soft naked ass rubbed against my cock. She leaned back and I felt her soft skin on my chest. It was so wrong, yet so arousing. The softness of her naked body was the most arousing thing I had felt in a very long time.

The feeling of her bare ass against my cock had finally reached its limit. I tried to think of college final exams to get rid of my imminent erection, but it was impossible. My sister's sexy body overcame everything, and her soft bare skin had won.

She turned her body and neck to face me. We were mere inches apart, looking each other directly in the eyes. There was a grin on her face.

"What's that?" she whispered.

"What's what?" I replied, playing dumb.

She wiggled her hips. "That. What is it?"

"It's nothing."

She reached down and briefly touched the middle of my erection.

"Doesn't feel like nothing," she whispered. "Feels like something to me."

"What the hell did you expect?" I whispered even more softly. "You're fucking naked on my lap."

She put her lips to my ear. "I never told you to get hard."

"That's not how it works, Christine."

"I know," she winked. "I was just teasing you. I think it's hot that I'm able to give you an erection. Odd, but true."

With that, she turned away. She sat facing forward again, still naked on my lap. She continued typing some stuff on her phone, while my erection remained, pressed against her ass.

Suddenly, she turned around again and showed me her phone. She had typed a message for me:

I had been horny since this trip began. naked bodies everywhere. then the vibrating bus! now this! :) 

Things were getting bizarre. I grabbed the phone from her hand, and I typed a message in return, right behind her back. Then I showed her the message I had typed:

stop being a tease. no one likes a tease

The message made her laugh. She grabbed the phone back and quickly typed. Her fingers were proficient with phones and she showed me another message:

NO ONE is being a tease. if you get me off. i'll return the favor. deal?

When she showed me the message, there was a sly look on her face. Her eyebrow was arched, and her lips showed signs of a faint smile. She meant business, but I wasn't exactly sure which kind.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered. 

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her crotch. I was apprehensive. I tried to pull back (honestly, I did) but she was too persistent. I relented, and my hand was on her bare cleanly shaven crotch, touching her pussy.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she whispered. "No one can hear us. No one can see us either. No one has bothered to look back here. Everyone is asleep. Come on, I know you want to."

She had a point, and my erection wasn't going away. It throbbed even more with each passing second. It craved attention. At that point, I was unbelievably horny, just like my sister.

"You're going to get me in so much trouble," I whispered.

My finger rubbed her labia. It was soft. My hand touched her crotch. I could tell she had shaved that morning. The tip of my finger touched her clit, which made her twitch a little.

"If anyone gets in trouble for this, it'll be us. Together. Now get to it."

She faced forward and expected me to make her orgasm. With my hand already on her bare pussy, it didn't seem like such a big deal anymore. Especially since we were both really horny.

My fingers continued touching her. With every touch, her body reacted. I felt her hips moving and grinding on my lap. My eyes remained forward to ensure that no one was watching us. It was nerve wracking having a sexual experience in a bus full of people. But I guess that's what made it so fun.

Without a doubt, my sister loved the whole secret touching. In all our years together, she had never mentioned anything to me regarding sex. Never. I never thought she would, and I never expected her to. Even more incredulous, she wanted me to pleasure her. It defied all logic.

Yet there I was, rubbing her pussy in circular motions. Something about the nudist trip had made her so aroused. Or maybe it was the vibrating bus, as she had told me earlier. Or maybe she liked teasing her brother. Maybe it was all of the above?

Whatever the case, I was incredibly aroused touching her pussy, and rubbing her clitoris. She gave the occasional moan. Soft moans. It was clear that she was trying her best to suppress the noises from her mouth. She didn't want to get caught any more than I did. 

Two of my fingers went inside of her pussy, and that did it for her. Her body twitched and she sunk down, pressing her back harder against my chest.

"Almost there," she whispered in my direction.

"How close?"

Christine reached down and touched her pussy. Then she lifted her fingers to show me how wet her fingers were. It was laced with her clear vaginal fluids. She turned her head to look at the expression on my face. Christine had a mischievous look, as if she enjoyed taunting me.

"Does that answer your question?" she said.

She put her finger in her mouth and sucked her pussy juice. That sent me over the edge. I became rock hard after seeing her taste herself. And she knew it. She felt my cock throb against her ass, and she saw the look on my face. She winked at me, and she faced forward again.

My fingers worked harder and faster on her pussy. I felt her heat and wetness. She was getting wetter by the moment. I knew she was close. I felt it. 

She grabbed my other wrist and brought it to her breast. It was a pleasure being able to grab her pert little breast. Her body reacted to my touch. I pinched her little pink nipple and I rubbed her clitoris in circles. Her body squirmed and occasionally flinched. I knew I was doing something right.

"A little faster," she softly groaned. "Pinch my nipple a little harder. Rub me faster. Put your fingers back inside."

I happily obliged my sister's request. I pinched and rubbed her nipples a little harder. In my experience, some women (not all) have super sensitive nipples, and as it turned out, Christine was one of them. I briefly rubbed her clitoris in fast circular motions. Then I put my two fingers back inside of her wet little hole and finger fucked her.

Suddenly, her butt cheeks clenched tightly on my lap. And I mean tight. Her ass cheeks clenched like she was doing a hard workout. Only she wasn't working out. She was having a powerful orgasm. Right on my lap. In the back of a tour bus full of sleeping nudist.

She made little soft panting noises with her mouth, which was an incredible turn on. No one (besides me) was able to hear it because of the loud bus. It was probably the sexiest noise I had ever heard in my life. As she came, her butt remained clenched, her back arched, and her body shook.

In a moment, it was all over, and she became heavily relaxed.

Christine turned to look at me. There was a blissful expression on her face; the kind you get after a satisfying orgasm.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "I mean, holy shit."

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. Definitely not the sibling kind. But the kind that two people give each other after an intense fuck session. Her soft lips pressed hard against mine, and she slipped her tongue inside. Whatever she felt, it must have been good.

"Ready for your turn?" she asked after breaking the kiss.

As painfully horny as I was, doubts kept creeping in. I knew it wasn't a good idea, mostly because we were on a crowded bus. The last thing I wanted was for us to get caught.

"I don't think it's a good idea. Maybe, you know, later?"

She winked. "Nonsense."

With that, she slowly and gently climbed off my lap. She was well aware that silence was the highest priority. And she was silent and cautious with every move she made. Then she slowly got down on her knees. Her body was flexible and agile. Squeezing down between the seats wasn't a problem for her.

And there it was. My sister was on her knees. Naked. Looking me straight in the eyes.

She held my hard cock with both hands. It was then that I finally appreciated how soft and delicate her fingers were. They felt heavenly.

But that was only the beginning. She bent forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. With her lips wrapped around me, she used her tongue to expertly swirl against the tip of my throbbing erection, which was a sensation I had never felt before. And it came from my sister of all people.

Our eyes were locked together. That was when she lowered her head and took most of my shaft in her mouth. One thing was for sure- she knew exactly what she was a doing. My sister was a pro at sucking cock, and I found out through firsthand experience. 

Her head bobbed in a calculated motion. Her hands were in sync with its stroking. Her tongue was in the same alignment. She sucked my cock with so much enthusiasm and vigor that she had to use her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ears. 

The feeling in my cock was near the point of agony. I had never been so stiff in my entire life. But luckily, my sister's skilled mouth was up to the task.

At one point, her phone made a beeping noise. Without missing a beat, Christine picked up her phone, with my cock still in her mouth, and she began to text. It was almost comical (and super arousing) that my sister would text while sucking cock. It seemed like something she would do. I wondered who she texted, and what it was about. 

While her mouth kept on sucking, I wondered if she was texting with a friend about upcoming plans. Maybe the latest gossip? Or maybe she was texting with mom? Maybe she had been texting mom the entire time. Christine had recently taught our mom about texting, and they had been texting buddies for the past two weeks. I keenly remembered mom saying that she wanted to know how things were going in the morning. It had to have been mom.

I imagined my sister texting mom about how our trip was so much fun, and that we were having a blast. All the while, my throbbing hard cock was in Christine's mouth while she sucked expertly. Not to mention I had just given Christine a powerful orgasm with my fingers.

The thought of it was too much. Between those nasty taboo thoughts and my sister's mouth, I was ready to explode. My hips bucked.

Christine knew. She sensed my weakness, put the phone down, and winked at me- letting me know that it was okay to cum in her mouth.

That's when I did it. I shot several loads of cum, deep into my sister's mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach. She stroked proficiently with both hands. Her lips remained tight. She swallowed everything that I shot in her mouth, and it felt glorious. And there was no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed swallowing every drop of my cum.

When it was over, she made her way up and sat down on the seat. She didn't even care about the leaking container anymore. She continued texting as if nothing was wrong.

"What about the leaking container? Aren't you afraid of that anymore?"

"Oh yeah," she shrugged. "I guess the leaking stopped. It wasn't so bad after all. And thanks for the little snack. You taste really good. Let's hope your cock dries before the next stop, or else people will know that we've been very naughty back here."

She continued texting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I saw her lick her lips, tasting the remainder of my cum. It was a surreal moment. And incredibly erotic too.

"By the way, who are you texting?"

Christine smiled, "Mom, who else? She won't stop asking about our trip."

Just when I thought our backseat fun was over, I found myself becoming aroused again. Suddenly, I was in need of more sisterly relief. And judging by the look on Christine's face, she needed more also.

The End

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