0 comments/ 36103 views/ 1 favorites The Express By: Chicklet Nick pulled the Greyhound bus out of the bus station and took a quick look in his mirror at the remaining passengers. There were only two of them, a young girl and boy, probably about 20 years old, hiding in the back of the bus. Nick made a mental note to keep an eye on these two, after 3 AM youths seemed to think no one was watching them, and that was how most vandalism started. He only had two more hours to go, just the rest of the drive to Portland, and then he would be able to get some sleep. It had been a long ride today, all the way from northern California, and Nick was definitely ready for his weekend. He took a deep breath and headed for the highway. The road was relatively deserted so early on a weekday morning, and Nick felt glad that he could sit back and let cruise control do most of the work. This was the express bus so there would be no more stops until Portland and he didn't have to worry about taking on any more passengers. This trip was usually an interesting one, but didn't show any promise at the moment due to the lack of traffic. At his side he kept a bag of chips, and he reached for some now, swallowing them and taking a gulp of his water. The monotony of the job was not something he liked, but it paid well and gave him a chance to see new places. He had been working for Greyhound for almost fifteen years now, and had developed a little bit of a belly from the inactivity involved. Relaxed and sure of the bus' ability to get him safely to his destination, he checked his passenger-view mirror. A good way to pass the time, and interesting too, was Nicks habit of People Watching. He would sit back in his seat, eyes mostly on the road, but looking from time to time at his passengers. He had seen children playing, fighting, and crying. He had seen women applying makeup, reading, sleeping, and men doing mostly the same. He had good ears, and could sometimes make out conversation between couples, which was the most amusing. One time two of his passengers had been talking about a drug deal they had planned to do, and Nick had felt pleasure calling the description of the men and the location he had dropped them. It gave him a great sense of power, his sight over the passengers. On this bus he was God, omniscient, all-powerful. The couple sitting in the backseat was at this moment talking softly to each other. The boy whispered something into his girlfriend's ear, and she laughed loudly, shaking her head in the negative. Nick flicked his eyes towards the road, and seeing only straight deserted pavement, looked back in to the mirror. The boy was whispering again, and the girl was listening intently, giggling occasionally. Nick could not make out the whispers, but the giggles filled his ears. She was attractive, the girl. She was the kind of girl that Nick liked to fantasize about. He supposed the boy wasn't too bad to look at either, but that really wasn't his thing. The boy reached up and stroked the girls black hair, smoothing the short strands away from her face and lingering on the back of her neck. She turned towards him and moved her mouth towards his lips. They kissed deeply, his mouth seeming to devour hers, opening his jaw and Nick imagined putting his tongue quite far inside there. The girl's moan could be heard all the way to the front of the empty bus, and she broke the kiss quickly, shooting a look up towards Nick. Nick quickly looked away, back towards the bus, and waited a few minutes before turning back to the passengers. They were talking softly, the boy caressing his girlfriend's head, petting her and stroking her, murmuring to her quietly. She shook her head, less convincingly than before. She looked deeply into the boy's eyes and moved in to kiss him again. This time his hands skipped her head, moving down to her upper arms, massaging them softly as he kissed her mouth. His deep kiss pulled away from her, and he began to give her smaller little kisses, his lips pushing against the side of her mouth, her cheek, her nose. She giggled when he kissed her nose, and smiled at him. He smiled back at her and his kisses moved downwards towards her neck, where he began kissing her in earnest, sucking on the tender skin at her throat. She threw her head back, shutting her eyes, holding his shoulders with her hands as he licked and sucked the pale skin. His hands moved slipped down her arms, running down her side to her breasts. Through her thin t-shirt the boy fondled the firm breasts, and Nick could see her nipples grow erect. Nick looked back at the road. Still clear. He glanced into the mirror again, watching the boy feeling his girlfriend's front, and Nick could feel his cock growing hard, bulging against his pants. The boy moved his hands down, and reached up underneath the girl's shirt. Nick could see his hands through the shirt, tweaking the girl's nipples. The boy moved his head down to the girl's chest and began to nibble at the tiny buds through the shirt, tugging them, pulling her breasts up away from her chest. She squealed again, giggling loudly, and pushed him away. He withdrew, holding his hands defensively in front of him. He smiled impishly at he, and whispered again into her ear. She grinned, and motioned her head towards Nick in the drivers seat. The boy shrugged and looked pleadingly at her, moving his hands down to her breasts again. Neither seemed to notice Nick's eyes watching them through the reflection. The boy moved his hands under the shirt again, teasing her breasts. She moved her hands down towards his lap, and Nick imagined that she was caressing her boyfriend's cock with her tiny fingers. His own bulge grew even more, the pressure against his pants almost painful. He took a quick peek at the road and moved his hand to unzip his fly. Relief spread to his dick, no longer hampered by the pants, and he rubbed it lightly, watching the two young people in the back of his bus. The girl was nibbling at the boy's ear, her mouth moving lightly, lips teasing his ears. Nick could almost feel the soft mouth on his own ear, and he continued rubbing his hard cock. The girl moaned loudly, this time paying no attention to Nick. She licked the boy's ear, her long tongue moving up the length of it, lapping at it. The boy lifted her shirt up above her breasts, exposing her white bra to Nick. Nick could make out the small globes, their perfect roundness and their erect nipples sticking through the sheer fabric. He longed to feel their softness under his own hands. The boys hand moved down beyond Nick's view, and the girl moaned louder. Nick thought that the boy must be playing underneath her pants. She rose in her seat, and shifted around a little bit. Nick saw her pants fall to the ground, and a small part of them stuck out into the hallway. He almost groaned himself, and pulled his cock out of his underwear through the slit in the front, wrapping his hand around it and stroking it softly. The boy bent down in the seat, disappearing from view. He was kneeling on the floor, his feet in the aisle. His head and hands were both out of view, probably between the girl's slender legs. She moaned again, and stretched her arms above her head, reaching across the back of the seat she sat in. Her breasts thrust forward in her white bra, nipples pointing straight ahead. She threw her head back and gasped audibly, shutting her eyes. Nick took his eyes off the couple to look at the road. He took his cock in his hand and began to pump it up and down slowly, tugging the foreskin up over the head before pushing it back down the shaft. He spread his legs and groaned very softly, feeling the pressure building inside him. Looking back into the mirror, he saw that the boy had crawled back up onto the seat, and the girl was maneuvering herself in to his lap. She sat facing him, while he teased her breasts, and she began to move her body up and down slowly on him. Nick began breathing heavily in time with the bouncing girl, pumping his cock harder and trying to imagine what it would feel like to have that tight young pussy wrapped around him. He imagined those legs wrapped around his waist, that hot mouth sucking on his neck, those breasts pushing against his chest. The boy in the back seat placed his hands on the girl's waist and began pulling her up and down on his cock, quicker and quicker, until he grunted loudly and clutched her towards him. She put her arms around his neck, locking her lips on his, and moved up and down slowly and leisurely on him until he made as if to move out from underneath her. She stood up for a moment, scooting over to the other side of the seat, and the boy's arm darted out into the aisle to grab his pants. He pulled them on in a hurry, and made his way to the bus' restroom, probably to clean up. The girl placed one of her legs over the back of the seat in front of her. Her bare foot looked petite and soft, the bottom vulnerable. She spread her other leg out along the seat next to her, the second foot sticking into the walkway, and bent her head over the back of her seat. She moaned, her body writhing as she stroked herself. Nick could feel his balls clenching, his orgasm swiftly approaching him. He made sure that the coast was clear on the road, and started pumping himself rapidly, thrusting his hand up and down over the soft skin of his cock, thrusting his hips in a sexual movement, imagining that he was thrusting between those spread legs in the back seat. As he came, the flood of cum spurting out of his cock, he watched the girl orgasm as well, her gasps and moans filled his ears as his body tightened and electricity shot through his veins. She collapsed against the seat, her body heaving with the aftershock, and Nick looked down at the mess on his hands. The boy came out of the bathroom, picking up the girl's pants and tossing them to her, smiling. He slid next to her and Nick saw her whisper something into his ear, and the boy looked up at the mirror. Through the reflection, Nick and the boy made eye contact. Nick looked away, guiltily, and wiped his hand on his underwear before zipping his pants back up and putting his concentration back on the road. The bus pulled in to the Portland station as scheduled, and the three people got off the bus, going their separate ways. Nick thought that the ride had been very interesting indeed. The Expression of a Fantasy He had noticed her almost immediately. This was often the case for him. A feminine figure (sometimes even a masculine one) would ensnare his attention as though it were the most instinctive and natural propensity of all. In such instances he dispensed with tactically discrete viewing. He stared at her so very openly. She exuded vitality in her appearance, movements and speech. Her eloquent expression captivated him. With unspeakable grace her body moved. His eyes began a lingering and thoroughly exciting dissection. She was now returning his stare. A telephone was held against her ear; she continued to speak. Her eyes were always so captivating. They were large, with a clear white encircling her iris. They could vary marginally in colour. Today they were aqua. Everyday they were irresistible. Her lips were petite in size yet full. At that moment she emitted a short laugh, which ceased with a toss of her head. Her hair was almost non-existent. The fur upon her head only emphasized the effect of her eyes. He approached her directly and quashed a sentence with his mouth. Her eyes widened, then closed. She pushed him away after a few seconds, but not before he had involuntarily moaned a muffled appreciation. His eyes detailed his intentions. The demand was made categorically. It took her only an instant to proclaim her own desires. She terminated the call with a curt farewell. Their mouths were suddenly against one another. He felt his tongue push against hers, slide over hers and explore her teeth. When she responded with her own probing, he sucked on her tongue momentarily. He pursued her top lip with vigor, trapping it between his lips. Then her bottom lip was being pulled and sucked with passionate force. Both made approving sounds. Neither were gentle or leisurely. Both breathed hard. Her hands were beginning to knead the muscles of his chest. Their hips ground powerfully together as his hands squeezed her bum. Her body was pressed against a wall. She was upon her toes, all the while being ferociously kissed. She felt his hands gently touch her stomach, then begin to skim up. His fingers gently encircled her nipples. They were hardening in response to his fingertips. She groaned loudly as she felt a pleasurable sensation radiate from her breasts, extend across her body, ending with her becoming aware of how wet and hot she was becoming. He massaged her breasts with his fingers and palms, then proceeded up her torso. Her top began to rise as his hands reached her neck. His lips suddenly disengaged hers. The top was over her head and discarded with all haste. He had only a fleeting moment to view her breasts before they were entangled again. Her breasts were covered by a thin white bra which had by this time been moved from its original position by his heavy fondling, exposing half of her left breast. Her nipples were highly erect and sensitive to every contact. Her shoulder straps were around her elbows. All this excited him immensely. He kissed her lips only briefly. He moved across her cheek, leaving wetness in his wake. He kissed delicately, then forcefully, moving down her neck. His hands had slipped behind her and were persecuting yet another unsuccessful campaign against her bra?s strap. Smiling condescendingly, she deftly unclipped and removed the bra. Some things were beyond his capabilities, she thought jokingly. That thought ended abruptly as her right nipple entered his mouth. She breathed in sharply, and quivered as she exhaled. He rounded it with his tongue, drew his teeth lightly over it?s surface and sucked upon it as his hands fondled and caressed. Her left nipple received similar treatment. His groping was becoming more frenzied. She could sense his expectations of imminent love making. Leaving his hands upon her breasts, he kissed and licked his way to her ear. Where, upon arriving, he nibbled, kissed and tongued her lobe and whatever else he could access. Interspersed with these activities were whispers of his endless love for her, admiring remarks regarding her physicality and information already known to her about his own level of excitement. They began kissing with renewed vivacity. He had a hand upon her left breast, gently kneading, whilst his other pulled her close vigorously. She was gripping his bum, pressing their pelvises together. Through the clothing both could feel the other. Her his hardness, he her openness. He felt for the button of her shorts, unfastened it and dropped them to her ankles. He opened his eyes. Her eyes were open. The focus precluded accuracy, but not intensity. He felt a hand strongly grasp his genitals through his clothing. A combination of surprise, pain and satisfaction elicited a yelp, a sound which indicated the impetus of the encounter had suddenly shifted. An instant later he felt the wall, warm and moist from her. His shirt was tugged roughly over his head. She paused to view him. His torso was heaving, his muscles easily discernible. Quickly, her hands were upon his chest. She felt the hardness of his muscles underneath his soft skin, the sparse hair between her fingers. Her mouth was soon attached to his nipples, lapping and enticing them to hardness. He was beginning a conspicuous thrusting motion. He was the more impetus of the two. She guessed (correctly) that he had been fantasizing about her for most of the day. She bit at his skin and scratched and grasped his muscles. She liked being crude and rough with his body; she delighted in seeing the red welts she left upon him. She continued to kiss and probe lower, passing over his stomach. She felt the thicker hair above his penis brush her chin, lingered there for a moment, then retraced the wetness she had left upon him. He sighed and heaved in protest. Though moving away from the region, she unbuttoned his shorts. She took hold of them and his underwear, pulling them down for him to step out of. She glanced down. His penis was long and thin and smooth. He was completely hardened; pre-come covered the head of his penis. She felt him jutting into her stomach, just below her belly button. He was desperately seeking any surface against which he could rub himself. She pressed him against the wall with one hand, whilst the other touched his throbbing penis. She separated their bodies so that she could watch. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, with lips apart to permit heavy breathing and frequent moans. His muscles tensed as her palm rubbed against the head of his penis. Her fingers felt the slippery warmth of his pre-come, which she utilised as lubrication. She began to stroke him firmly. She could not refrain from hastening her pace. His response excited and impelled her. He was now groaning every time her hand passed over his head and down his shaft and as it returned. His hips were moving of their own volition. Both were aware that he was rapidly approaching orgasm. His eyes opened as she moderated the rapidity of her stroking. She relished the power she acquired. He stared at her breasts, gently swaying as her arm oscillated. He became conscious of her own gaze, which was affixed to his penis. Their eyes met. She smiled coyly. With her free hand she brought his to her mouth. She splayed his fingers. She began to suck forcefully upon his middle finger. Her tongue enveloped and caressed its length. He felt her hand upon his penis and her mouth begin an enticing rhythm. With such warmth and wetness, he knew that he would not last long; if she was about to do what he fervently hoped for. Her eyes confirmed that the suggestion was about to be realised. She knelt down. Holding his hips, she guided him away from the wall and drew him to his knees, then laid him flat. She maneuvered herself in between his widened legs. She no longer wished to prolong his pleasure. She wanted to taste him, to feel him ejaculate and hear his emphatic cries of gratification. She placed a hand upon his stomach to minimise his intense and uncontrollable thrusting. Her other hand encircled the base of his penis. He watched as she lowered her mouth, taking in over half his length. There would be no more delay. She frantically rose and descended upon his shaft, swirling her tongue over his head every so often. She supplemented her mouth with the vertical movement of her hand. His hands encased her head, endeavoring to increase the pace. It required only a few moments for him to come. She perceived the hardening of his stomach muscles. His groans rose in pitch, reaching a shriek as he felt the first warm wave of his orgasm approach. His body clenched and tensed. His penis began to jerk. His hot, creamy come spurted from his penis and into her mouth. She continued to slide upon him, stimulating him further as his sensitivity increased. With each pulse he felt a hot surge of indescribable pleasure radiate outward form his penis, causing him to tense and quiver slightly. He groaned hoarsely and loudly. She slowed and came to a stop, allowing the remainder of his semen to seep into her mouth. He breathed deeply, enjoying the afterglow. With a final swirl of his head with her tongue, she withdrew. She savored the taste of his come as it discharged on to her tongue and to the back of her throat. She swallowed, enjoying the flavour and texture. He kissed her earnestly, probing for the remnants of his semen. She then stood above him, allowing him to remove her black panties. Her briefs were soaked through from her wetness. Her smell was an aphrodisiac for both of them. He guided her down. Her knees pressed against his armpits, her sex was positioned directly above his face. She felt his hot, slippery tongue touch her just below her entrance, then slowly move up and along, stopping once he reached her pubic mound. She sighed with deep satisfaction, then became rigid as he kissed, then licked, her already prominent clitoris. He varied his method. He would use circles, slowly and gently sweep over it?s surface, hurriedly lap at it or offer only the most minimal of contact with his tip. He particularly enjoyed the way her juices covered his face, forcing his senses to consume her smell, taste and texture. She felt a finger, then two, enter her and begin to slip in and out of her. Again, he methodically vacillated. Shallow, hasty thrusting gave way to slow deep strokes. Sometimes he would curl his fingers and stroke against the inside of her vagina, other moments he would probe as deeply as possible. He stole glances at her. She sat upright upon him with her head tilted back, moaning loudly. Her hips began to rock gently. Suddenly all contact ceased. She released a cry of dissatisfaction. She was beginning to lower herself further when his hands clutched her bum. He pulled her down, entering her with his tongue. She released an extraordinarily loud groan, and resumed her rocking motion. He continued to apply pressure to her bum, forcing her down upon his stiffened tongue, until she was moving upon it as though she were making love with his penis inside her. His thumb continued to gently nudge her clitoris. Her movements became more vigorous as she felt her vaginal muscles begin to contract. She bucked and thrust against his face with vigor. A powerful throbbing sensation began to radiate through her genitals. She came potently, shuddering as each wave of pleasure rippled through her body. He maintained the rhythm, sliding his tongue in as deeply as possible. She voiced her satisfaction loudly, and squeezed her thighs closer together to enhance his stimulation. He persisted despite the end of her orgasm. Completely gratified and gasping for breath, she began to dismount him. He did not permit her to rise. His arms were folded across his chest, locking her hips down. Concerned, she looked down into his eyes for an explanation. His steadfast gaze let her know that although she was astride of him, she was very mush a passenger of his will. He concentrated once again upon her clitoris. He sucked and licked at her with deliberate and leisurely strokes whilst fingering her slowly and deeply, gently bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. He enjoyed her shuddering, the sounds she made and the way her muscles contracted around his fingers. Without a pause he increased the rate of his movements. His tongue flicked rapidly against her clitoris, whilst his fingers moved as fast as he could propel them. Her voice was becoming hoarse and ragged, her body covered with a film of sweat. She felt an immense surge of pleasure, then came the sweeping waves of warmth; a sensation which left her breathless. She flopped forward, her arms outstretched in front of her. Her forehead rested against the floor as she inhaled deeply. With a parting kiss to her sex he slid out from under her. Her position, with her bum jutting towards him, suggested itself to love making. She had almost recuperated when she felt his penis slide effortlessly into her from behind. His chest was soon pressing against her back as his hands moved on to her chest. He cupped and gently fondled her breasts as he slowly made love to her. She arched her back and relished the feeling of his long hardness as it deeply penetrated her. She pushed back against him as he thrust forward. He could not resist increasing the pace. He shoved his hips against her bum with greater force, causing her bum to quiver with each stroke. With every thrust she emitted a low moan of approval; he deep and desperate groans. The view of her sleek back and posture excited him immensely. His orgasm approached quickly. He gripped her hips and buried his penis deeply within her as he came. He exclaimed loudly and pressed himself against her back. Feeling the hot semen inside her brought her off once more. She orgasmed quietly yet intensely. They flopped to the floor, using the last of their energy to roll to face one another. Their eyes conversed, each thanking and appreciating the other. He lightly stroked her back as she dozed. He too found the luxury of their embrace so comforting that he slept contentedly.