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The Wheels On The Bus Ch. 1

By: Liquid Silver



To set the story:

I'm a part-time student without the funds for her own car. Resorting to public transit had always been a problem for me. The majority of the bus drivers were outcasts of nature, or so it seemed. I would take the same bus home from campus everyday, except for Wednesday. I would usually get the same driver each time. One day the drivers changed.

It was raining and I had forgotten my umbrella, but I was half an hour from home. My bus pulled to the curb in front of the stop, and the doors opened. I looked up as I walked up the stairs, for the perfunctionary 'hello' to the bus driver. There was a new driver today. Gone was the mid-fifties, long gray hair, glasses wearing ass that usually drove. Today there was a younger man, about thirty-five, light brown hair and hazel eyes. This one was cute, very cute. 

To explain some more....

I have always been interested in older men. Being 19, that meant that I found a lot of men attractive. I'm 5'6, blond with green eyes, an athletic build and a 36c chest. I had always been able to find guys my own age, but they never seemed to do it for me. For some reason the thought of me, and a man in his thirties, with experience just made me hot.

Anyway, this guy gave me the usual up-and-down perusal and appeared pleased with what he saw. I held out my bus pass as I walked past him. Before I was past the chair, his hand reached out and grabbed my arm, not hard but enough to get me to stop. 

"You have to put another dollar in for adult fare."

I smiled as I turned my bus pass over and showed him my student card, it allowed me to take the bus at kid's fare. He seemed surprised, I guess he had thought that I was older, most guys do. I couldn't help myself from caressing my hand over his, that still held my arm. 

"If you want to keep holding my arm, I don't mind, but it might be difficult to drive with one hand."

He yanked his hand away as if stung, and I think I saw a flush at his cheekbones. I thanked him and walked back to a seat. I took one on the aisle, and low and behold I could make eye contact with him in his rear-view mirror. This half an hour was going to pass like a dream.

I started by just staring, unflinchingly, into the mirror. Anytime that he would slide his eyes to it, he met mine. At first I guess he thought that it was by chance, but by the third time he realized it wasn't. The next time that he slid his eyes to the mirror, I had one eyebrow raised in a 'so now what?' sort of manor. I think that I was making him uncomfortable, he adjusted himself in his seat, and avoided using his mirror. Deciding that I didn't have a chance with that anymore, I changed my tactic. Thankfully there was only one other person on board today. I took off my jacket and walked up to the front, we had hit the freeway. I walked up to his seat, and leant over so that my lips were level with his ear. I whispered into it. 

"I'm planning to take a little nap, and I'm worried that I'll miss my stop, and you'll forget I'm on board, and you'll head back into town without letting me off."

"Don't worry" he said "I'll rouse you at your stop."

"I know you will honey, but will you wake me up first?"

As he sat stunned, I couldn't help but giggle. His breathing was a little fast, but he was trying to remain calm. I always enjoyed being able to arouse men like this, sometimes it was too easy. I told him that I wanted off at the last stop, then I turned around and walked back to my seat. I got into my seat and put my headphones on. I figured I had about twenty minutes before we got to the stop. I closed my eyes, surrounded by music from my discman and waited for him to wake me up.

I became aware that the bus had come to a complete stop, and the engine had been turned off. I heard the driver clear his throat, louder then normal, probably trying to wake me up without coming to the back. I didn't move. I heard him walk towards the back calling 'miss?' I still didn't move. As I heard his steps get closer, I began talking as if in my sleep.

"Oooh. You know what I like don't you honey?" with a sleepy giggle. "Oh yeah, baby, put that where you know I like it."

I heard his in-drawn breath. I couldn't help but think that this guy probably didn't get enough to satisfy, or this talk, straight from a porn video, wouldn't have the same effect that it was happening. 

"Come on baby.... are you gonna touch me? Do I have to beg for it? I've been bad, so very bad...please." with another sleepy giggle to finish the picture. 

While I talked I pictured all that I mentioned, and every scene had the two of us in it, and in very compromising situations. I was hoping that at least a few of them, if not all would come true. I felt him lean over, and place his hand on my shoulder, harder then was necessary.

"Miss? ahem... we're at your stop... Miss?"

"Oh, you know where I want your hand....." 

I took his hand in mine and moved it to cover my right breast through my shirt. My eyes were still closed, as I kept the sleep charade going. His fingers seemed to contract involuntarily over my breast, as I could hear him struggle for breath. I began running my hands over my body, softly moaning, trying to entice him to act on his own. Maybe he would do more if he still believed that I was asleep. I knew that he was probably fighting with himself, but I was immensely satisfied when his hand started manipulating my warm flesh on his own. I had already worked myself up, so I didn't have to pretend my pleasure. After a moment of his hand manipulating my breast in his hand, his other hand joined in. It was a soft, brushing touch at first, but when I didn't awaken it gained in pressure. Now, both of his hands held and fondled my breasts. I could hear his breathing speed up as his hands worked. Deciding that I wanted a piece of this action, I decided that the charade of sleep had to go. I was expecting him to be a little surprised, and he might even stop, but I would fix that. I fluttered my eyelids open and met his eyes straight on. He froze. I gave a soft, cat with the cream smile, and all but purred my pleasure. He moved to tear his hands away in embarrassment, but I put my hands over his and keep them there. In truth he looked like a deer caught in headlights, but I still wanted him, wanted more.

"Don't worry honey" I said " You aren't doing anything that I didn't want you to do."

He just looked confused.

"I like what you do to me." I told him " I wouldn't mind if you did a little more." "In fact, I would like you to do a lot more, but I don't want to keep you running too late, maybe we could make plans for another time."

He know just looked shocked, and I couldn't help but giggle. I asked him if he was interested. He didn't say anything. I tried again.

"All you have to do honey is nod your head, and then its done, you and I could get together later, for more. What do you say?"

"Ummm.... ahem... why?"

"You're all hot and bothered and you have to ask me why?" I laughed again. "Don't you want a piece of this." I ground his hands against my breasts, he couldn't help but feel my erect nipples through the material of my shirt.

"I still don't get it." he said.

Usually I find stupidity a major turn off but it wasn't his fault that he was trying valiantly to regain blood flow to his head instead of to the bulge in his pants.

"All you have to say is yes or no. If its yes, I take this bus everyday at the same time and we can make plans. If its no, I still take this bus everyday, and I'll do my best to make you regret your decision. So what do you say?"

He all but gasped "Yes".

"That was the right answer." I smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

I went to get up, his hands falling from my breasts. I could tell that he had expected something else, and I couldn't help but smile. 

"Honey, you have to get back on the road, and I'm too hot to sit here anymore without finishing off, so I have to get home." 

Heat flared in his eyes at the thought of me, at home, touching myself.

"I'll see you tomorrow, this bus, the final stop. I hope you'll have thought about where you want to go from here."

I got up from the seat, grabbed my bag and my coat. As I passed him, I rubbed up against him, and pressed my hand to the bulge in his pants. I paused for a minute, holding him in my hand. I stood up on my toes, and kissed him. It was barely a kiss, a brush of lips, before I sucked his lower lip into my mouth. As I leant back, I squeezed him with my hand. His breathing all but stopped for a moment.

"I hope you don't have too much trouble dealing with this for the rest of your shift." I squeezed him again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned away from him and got off the bus, almost running straight into an elderly man who was just going to get on. As I walked away I couldn't help but laugh. If only the old man had walked on just seconds earlier, what a show.

The Wheels on the Bus Ch. 2



The next day I caught the same bus. I let the other person at the stop get on before me. As I walked up the stairs I made eye contact with the driver. I still didn't know his name, but it didn't matter, yet. I leant over, looking just like I was asking where he stopped.

"The last stop again today?" I whispered. 

He nodded.

"Good, I thought about you all last night."

He swallowed convulsively.

"I'll be at the back."

The ride in wasn't as fun as the first one had been, but all of the thoughts running through my mind kept me occupied. I imagined all of the things you could do in the back seats of a bus, all the positions that you could get into. I put my headphones on and closed my eyes. I was going to find out, that was definite. The timing was the question.

I awoke when the bus came to its final stop. I opened my eyes, and checked to make sure there was no one else still on the bus. There wasn't. I turned my discman off and put everything away in my bag. My nerves were tingling, just waiting for what would happen. I waited a minute to see if he would be coming to the back, to wake me up. As he moved, I figured he was. I leaned back against the windows with my legs stretched out on the seats, waiting. He got up from his seat, and walked to the back. He had discarded his uniform jacket, now just in the shirt, with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms. I could tell that he was unsure of how to act. After all it wasn't everyday that a girl hit on him quite like this at work. He sat down, facing me in the seat across the aisle from mine. I realized that he probably wouldn't make the first move, after all, he was probably still worried that it was a all a set up at his expense. 

I was wearing a button-up blue blouse, and I was warm. Slowly, button by button, I began undoing the closures that kept me from his sight. His eyes were fixated on my hands; I slowed their movement. I could see him convulsively swallowing, almost unconsciously urging me to move faster. I smiled. After a moment, I had undone all of the buttons, and you could see a line of my flesh, broken only by the front clasp of my sky-blue lace bra. I had always had a pension for nice lingerie.

"I'm starting to feel like I'm going to be the only one doing any work around here." "Are you going to help, or just sit there and be a voyeur?" He didn't answer. "Well if that's how you're going to act, maybe this is a waste of time." I went to button my blouse back up. "No!" He all but jumped from his chair. His hands covered mine, and stilled them from redoing any of the buttons. "Please..... don't." He said. 

I could tell that he wanted to take a more active role, he just didn't know what to do. It was kind of cute, the one with the most experience, supposedly anyway, didn't know what to do. I told him that the next move was his. He was crouched in front of me, and I could tell that he was racking his brain about what to do with me.

"You know that you only have ten minutes today right?" He had a schedule to follow, he was still working.

"You realize that there is only so much that you can accomplish in ten minutes." He still didn't answer. I acted.

I pushed him back, and he was forced to sit back on the edge of the seat across from where I had been. I straddled his lap and locked my mouth over his. I had caught him about to say something, so I didn't have to battle too hard to get my tongue into his mouth. As our tongues engaged in an erotic battle all of their own, my hands were doing some other work. I bypassed the buttons of his shirt, and went straight to what I had been fantasizing about since day one. I rubbed him through his pants, and he groaned in response. Wanting to get closer, I undid the snap at the waist and split the zipper as I slid my hand into his pants. He was wearing tighty-whities, and they clung like a second skin. I was impatient, and yanked down the waistband of his underwear. He groaned as his cock and balls were let into the air. I pushed him away, to get a better look at what he was offering. What an offer. He was a little over eight inches of solid, uncut, loveliness. I could almost taste his salty sweetness on my lips, and couldn't contain my purr of satisfaction. I reached and grasped him in my hand, stroking from base to tip. He was groaning as if in pain but I knew he didn't want me to stop. He leaned forward and latched onto my nipple through my bra, as my shirt was already undone. As I continued to stroke his length with one hand, I undid my bra with my free hand, giving him better access to my breasts which seemed to be straining towards his mouth. He alternated his attention from one breast to the other. He picked up his pace as I increased the pumping rhythm of my hand. His hips were bucking with my hand, up and down, up and down. I moved my other hand down to touch him. I cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing them lightly in time with my pumping hand. I could tell he was close as he pumped his hips with my hand faster, and faster. 

Someone knocked on the doors of the bus.

"Excuse me!" The voice said. "If you don't get going now you're going to be running behind schedule." "I have a meeting I need to get to. "Excuse me!" "Hello?"

I knew that he was close, but he seemed to be trying to slow down, trying to get a handle on his passion. I couldn't believe it. He was actually going to stop to drive that asshole to his meeting on time. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind that he could get into trouble for this, but I didn't care. I was dying to make him cum, and if I was lucky, I would get to taste some of him in the process. I pushed him back, and he was almost reclining on the seats. He was trying to tell me that we had to stop, but I stopped that train of thought. I slid down his body and positioned my mouth just over his straining cock. He was still trying to tell me to stop when I licked the tip of his cock, and swirled my tongue. He stopped trying to get me to stop, and just told me to go faster. He tasted just as I had imagined, and I liked it. He had laced his hand in the hair at the back of my head and was trying to persuade me to take him into my mouth. He didn't have to twist my arm. I held the base of his cock as I slid the tip between my lips. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to take his entire length into my mouth and throat, but I was sure going to try. I bobbed my head up and down his length. His hand in my hair was trying to call the momentum, but I had control. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste him. Deciding to finish him off, I slid him as far into my mouth as I could. I stopped as I felt the tip enter my throat, I almost gagged, but I remembered to breath through my nose. I slid him a little farther in and pulled him into my throat by swallowing. He must have liked that because he was groaning, and his fingers were gripping harder in my hair. Without realizing it, I had managed to take his entire length into my mouth; my lips were nestled in his curly hair at the base. He started moving his hips, slowly, fucking my face. I used my tongue on what I could in my mouth and used my hands to cover what was being rhythmically pulled from my mouth and put back in. I reached down and grasped his balls again, and felt him shudder. Realizing that it wouldn't take much now, I squeezed his balls a little harder as he thrust into my throat. He came as if he was shooting off everything that he had in him. The first burst went straight down my throat, so I pulled back so that anything else would gather in my mouth so I could taste it. He shot three more times, and I could barely keep it all in my mouth, in fact, some escaped and dribbled from the sides of my mouth. I swallowed what was in my mouth, and licked what had had escaped from my lips. 

"Excuse me!?" The voice from outside said again. "Is anyone in there?" "Hello?"

I hadn't even come close to finishing myself, but there was a little pleasure in the suspense of leaving it. Something to think about, to focus on until the next time. I began straightening up. I got up, refastened my bra, and re-buttoned my shirt. He had stood up as well, and was tucking himself back into his underwear, looking a little sheepish.

"Sorry for.... uh... forgetting about you." As he zipped his pants. "I hadn't meant for things to get so out of control."

"I know." I said. "I liked watching you lose it." "I'm not saying that I'm not aching to get off, because I am, so much so that my teeth ache, but part of the pleasure is for waiting." "After all, there is always tomorrow."

We walked to the front of the bus. He opened the doors to let me out, coming face to face with the voice that had interfered with our fun. He apologized to the man, saying that he had been listening to a song that I had thought he might like, and he hadn't heard him, and time had passed before he knew it. The passenger didn't seem to think it was a lie, and I couldn't help but smile.

"So I'll see you soon?" As I walked from the bus. 

"Oh wait," he said. "I finish my shift here tomorrow."

"Well, I'm on the morning bus home tomorrow, I'm afraid, but I'll see you the next day?"

I could tell that he was disappointed, but I had plans. I hadn't said that I wouldn't be able to meet him here tomorrow. I might change my mind tonight, as I lay in bed, touching myself, imagining all that's to come between us. I said good-bye, and hit the sidewalk. There was so much I had to do..... so much.



The Wheels on the Bus Ch. 3



The next day I was home on an earlier bus. I had much of the time to think about what I could do. I could meet him, and take things further, as I ached to do, or I could wait until the next day and leave the both of us in suspense. As I sat on the bus, heading home, I decided that I didn't want to wait until tomorrow. I wanted to see him again. I wanted him to touch me again. There were many things that I wanted to do, and I feared that there wouldn't be enough time. After all, there was only so much that one could fit into ten minute intervals on a schedule. He was finishing at the last stop today, which would mean, more time, and no annoying people banging on the doors, interrupting us. I made plans to get on the bus at the third to last stop of his run. 

After some preparation, I was waiting at the third to last stop. When the bus pulled to the curb, and the doors opened, I could tell that he hadn't been expecting me today. I gave a "hello" smile, and then headed to the back. At the last stop, I had hoped to have some time together onboard, but the next driver was already waiting. I took my time to get off the bus, as the two drivers made polite, co-worker conversation. He was just steps behind me as I hit the sidewalk. 

I was walking towards my house, as I did every afternoon when he called out to me.

"Hi. Ummm... did you want to go somewhere.... or do you have plans?"

He was nervous, and I found it endearing. I turned around, and stopped, waiting for him to meet up with me. 

"I had plans, but I don't think the guy knows it yet." He looked hopeful at my words. "I had thought that there would be a better place to meet then in the back few rows of the bus."

" Am I right, or do you like that?"

"I like pretty much anywhere that works for you." He said with a grin. "I was hoping that it wasn't all coincidence that you came today."

"Of course not honey, I always have plans."

"I try to leave very little to chance, that way, I come away satisfied."

"I was thinking that we could go back to my house, I have it to myself for a few hours."

He all but jumped at the chance, as we headed to his car for him to drive to my house. I had to admit that I still lived at home, but in a separate suite. I lived with my mom, my dad having left when I was twelve. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I lived at home, understanding that it was cheaper. When we got to my house, I got him to park in front of the neighbor's house, just in case my mom came home earlier, and he had to sneak out. 

"You won't mind having to make a run for it if she comes home early will you?" I asked. "I don't think she would be to interested in my liaisons with a man that she would date if given the chance." I laughed.

He didn't have a problem with it, so we headed inside. As I walked in I threw my bag on the chair by the door, and offered him something to drink, but he declined. I could tell that he was unsure of what to do next, but that was fine, I didn't mind being in control, as long as he wouldn't mind taking over later. I had a suite in the basement. One large room served as both my bedroom and living room, with carefully placed dividers for privacy. I offered him a seat while I changed. I ditched my heels, and put on a long fleece skirt instead of jeans, more comfortable. He turned on the t.v. to keep occupied while I changed. As I finished I told him there was a tape of last night's hockey game in the VCR if he was interested, just press play. He was interested.

He pressed play, but didn't find a stadium of people cheering on the team. Instead it was me. I had made a tape of myself the other night, I had been overcome with the urge to see myself as I came, and it seemed the perfect way. On the video I had just sat down after turning the camera on, I wasn't wearing a thing, and not ashamed of it. I was reclining on the very couch that he was sitting on. I spread my legs for the camera, and dove right in. I started with my fingers, rubbing my clit, but not penetrating. I can still picture the fantasy that I was using. I had imagined that I was on the bus with him, and he had locked the doors, to have his way with me. The video showed how it had taken almost no time for me to get wet. My hand had proved ineffective by this point, and I went for my vibrator. It was a cute pink one that I had gotten for a gag gift on my last birthday. It was about seven inches long, and quite life-like. I was so wet, I didn't even need to lube it. I just shoved it in, craving the roughness that I was imagining. I pumped it furiously in and out, in and out. Moments later, with the hot fantasy, my furious pumping, and my free hand's manipulation of my clit, I came. It was fierce and I cam still remember how exhausted I had been after. It seemed to last forever on video. He was transfixed with the video, and he was rubbing himself lightly through his pants. When I had finished, I let go of the vibrator, it all but slipped out. I had come so much that I had made more of a mess then ever. The whole picture of myself lying on the couch, hot and sated from a fierce orgasm made me hot all over again. Knowing that the show was over, I went and turned off the tape. 

"Oops, I had forgotten that that was in there..,," I laughed. 

He asked me what I had been thinking of, but I didn't answer at first. After a moment I told him that I had been imagining an older man, taking control, and my succumbing to it. He didn't have to ask, he knew I meant him. I could see the heat in his eyes, as he took in my new outfit. 

"Did you change for me?" He asked. 

"I changed for myself, but you'll benefit from it too."

"So, are you going to take the initiative, or will I have to find someone more willing?"