Back on the bus...
So I’m sitting on the bus the other day, long journey as it was a replacement service for the train (yawn), and I’m quite happily enjoying myself fucking around on my phone when the bus picks up a whole load more people.
A tall guy, nice eyes asks if he can sit next to me. Those same nice eyes easily slid down to my cleavage as I was wearing a low cut top - and as usual; no bra.
I said I didn’t mind and he sat down, I carried on playing candy crush on my phone.
The bus itself was an old piece of shit with shot suspension, so the ride was pretty bumpy, though I didn’t mind all that much as it sent vibrations up my skirt :p
As the bus lumbered around a roundabout I felt the guys arm press against my right breast, quite firmly.
But as the bus swinging around so heavily I thought nothing of it, the guy probably didn’t even know it had happened.
He looked at me and said; “Some ride huh?”.
I smiled back pleasantly, nice Libby.
He folds his arms and stretches back in the seat a little, and following his lead I let myself relax a little too, enough that my knee came to rest gently against his own.
It must have taken me a few moments to notice, but I could feel his fingers curled against the side of my boob, I didn’t react to it though, I just kept my eyes on my phone.
The bus went over a bump and it made me jiggle a little (hehe) and I felt his fingers flex against me.
I naughty thought came into my head.
There was a chance that he wasn’t aware his fingers were nudging my lady lump, there was also a chance he knew exactly what he was doing, either way I thought I’d let it play out a little.
I straightened up a little a took a deep breath - a kind stretch-sigh. When I relaxed back down I turned towards him a little and pressed my boobs against his fingers.
I could feel my nipple start to firm up and got a little worried that he may feel it as it was pressed against his knuckles. But he showed no sign of recognition.
I breathed evenly and slowly, letting the air fill my lungs and move my chest up and down a little, so my boob was brushing lightly back and forth against his fingers.
I chanced a sideways glance to his face, his eyes were also in a sideways glance - right down at my boobs. He saw me see him, he smiled nervously, I smiled sweetly back.
I drew a little closer to him and whispered; “It’s ok, I know they are distracting…I don’t mind”.
My attention went back to my phone.
For a moment I thought he had given up our little game, especially when I felt his fingers draw away from me. But they returned quickly, this time not curled over but spread so he could take a proper hold of my tit.
It was gently, cautious, and ever so slow. As if perhaps he was hoping I wouldn’t notice, but I did and I liked it. After a few seconds of careful movement he had a handful of my boob.
He seemed to be waiting, to see if I was going to freak out and start screaming, but I just pretended I didn’t notice.
Luckily his hand was shielded from other eyes by his own folded arm, so I lent in a little more, pressing my big titty into his palm.
He squeezed, firmly and slowly, constantly applying pressure until my boob was smushed up against my chest.
I still pretended not to notice.
He gently relaxed his hand until his fingers were only lightly touching me, and then he slowly rubbed them back and forth over my large, firm nipple.
I glanced up at him again, he was smiling at me, I smiled back darkly - like the secret little slut I am.
Slowly his hand moved down my body and across my tummy, gently caressing it until his fingers slipped underneath the hem of my top, and then his whole hand had slipped up there.
His fingers felt great against my bare, naked skin. And when his hand found my tits he started squeezing and pulling on them, jiggling them and pinching them.
I could feel my pussy start to feel very hot and sticky, I gently adjusted my legs, my thighs rubbed ever so briefly together and I was rewarded with a flash of wetness thoroughly soaking my slit and bum.
I looked down at his crutch and was happy to see he was pitching a very strained looking tent pole in his jeans. Like he had a big lump of lead stuck in his pants.
His other hand came into play now and he quickly tugged up my top, completely exposing my big, soft tits for anyone to see. I gasped a little and hurriedly looked around. Luckily the only people who might have gotten a look in was the people sat adjacent to us, a mother and her young daughter, both snoozing in their seats.
His hands began working my tits in earnest, really playing around with them. He liked to hold them only by the nipples and lift them up, swaying back and forth until he let them go, slapping back down together.
His right hand was now rubbing at the lump in his jeans, desperately trying to ease the straining bulge.
I unzipped him so he wouldn’t have to let go of my boobs, he dragged out his throbbing cock, a pretty little bead of white pre-cum dribbled down the thick purple head.
He started to wank himself off while happily ******* my tit. I watched him, my eyes locked on his solid cock as his hand quickly rubbed up and down it.
I wanted it in me more than anything before.
I reached down and hitched up my skirt until my panties were exposed, his eyes quickly fixated on their pristine white colour. I tugged them down to my ankles and sat back. I let him just look at it for a moment.
I hadn’t shaved for about a month, bar my bikini line, so I had a decent amount of bush going on, with a little bit of pink peeking out from the soft, dark curls.
I reached over and gently lifted a dribble of his pre-cum from his cock tip and then rubbed it into my clit. And once my fingers were down there I couldn’t help but start vigorously wanking my little wet pussy for all it’s worth.
Soon I knew people would be able to smell just how wet I was, but I didn’t care, I was too far into by then.
He was wanking in earnest now, really bashing away at his cock. But I knew we still had about fifteen minutes left of our journey. I didn’t want him to blow his wad just yet.
I dipped three fingers deep into my snatch and pulled them out soaking wet. I sucked on the first digit, the second I pushed into his mouth which he licked like a dog, and the third I rubbed over the head of his cock until it was glistening and wet.
“Don’t shoot just yet stud, let me get off first ok?” I whispered.
He nodded and immediately slowed down his pace - I picked up mine.
I took his free hand and guided it between my legs until his index and middle fingers were juiced by my pussy, but I didn’t stop there, I kept guiding his hand until those two wet digits were pressed up against my tight little asshole.
“Finger it while I make myself cum ok?” I whispered.
He responded immediately and gently eased his two fingers into my hole, pushing them right in as far as he could.
I went to work on my clit, rubbing as fast as I could. I slipped my free fingers up inside my pussy and I could feel his wiggling about in my ass.
I laid my head down in his lap and opened my mouth at his cock tip, letting my tongue play over it, tasting his pre-cum.
He started to gently thrust his hips so his cock pressed into my mouth, fucking it like he would fuck a pussy.
With his free hand he began pushing down my head, driving me further onto his cock until it kept pushing into my throat. Most girls would gag, but I’m practised, just breath through your nose, don’t panic and let it happen - give into it, surrender to it, and you won’t gag no matter how deep they try and cram that thing in.
His cock tasted meaty and sweaty and a little of pee, I couldn’t get enough of the taste and kept swallowing and swallowing, massaging his cock with my throat muscles.
By now I was ready to pop, so so close. Him pushing a third finger into my ass pushed me over, my orgasm bust like a water balloon and I gushed cream over the seat and onto the floor.
I pulled his cock out of my throat and admired it. Now completely rigid and all wet with my spit, I wanked it quickly.
“How close?” I asked.
“Really close” came the response.
I shifted around in the seat until my back was to him and I spread my asshole with my fingers.
He took the hint and eased his long, thick rod up my ass, I started cumming again immediately.
He managed to get a few good deep thrusts into me before his cock went into spasm and started spewing his load into me, pumping my plump ass full of his sticky, hot jizz.
He eased it back out again and I sucked on it for a little while as I gently brought my pussy off once more, deep-throating him as I came.
With the aid of wet wipes and some hasty clothing re-adjustment, we managed to get ourselves back in some sort of order.
I looked around to make saw nobody had seen, and bar the *********** adjacent, now awake and staring at us wide eyed we were safe.
Hope you liked that little story guys, comms and thoughts welcome and wanted
xxx
Libby
A tall guy, nice eyes asks if he can sit next to me. Those same nice eyes easily slid down to my cleavage as I was wearing a low cut top - and as usual; no bra.
I said I didn’t mind and he sat down, I carried on playing candy crush on my phone.
The bus itself was an old piece of shit with shot suspension, so the ride was pretty bumpy, though I didn’t mind all that much as it sent vibrations up my skirt :p
As the bus lumbered around a roundabout I felt the guys arm press against my right breast, quite firmly.
But as the bus swinging around so heavily I thought nothing of it, the guy probably didn’t even know it had happened.
He looked at me and said; “Some ride huh?”.
I smiled back pleasantly, nice Libby.
He folds his arms and stretches back in the seat a little, and following his lead I let myself relax a little too, enough that my knee came to rest gently against his own.
It must have taken me a few moments to notice, but I could feel his fingers curled against the side of my boob, I didn’t react to it though, I just kept my eyes on my phone.
The bus went over a bump and it made me jiggle a little (hehe) and I felt his fingers flex against me.
I naughty thought came into my head.
There was a chance that he wasn’t aware his fingers were nudging my lady lump, there was also a chance he knew exactly what he was doing, either way I thought I’d let it play out a little.
I straightened up a little a took a deep breath - a kind stretch-sigh. When I relaxed back down I turned towards him a little and pressed my boobs against his fingers.
I could feel my nipple start to firm up and got a little worried that he may feel it as it was pressed against his knuckles. But he showed no sign of recognition.
I breathed evenly and slowly, letting the air fill my lungs and move my chest up and down a little, so my boob was brushing lightly back and forth against his fingers.
I chanced a sideways glance to his face, his eyes were also in a sideways glance - right down at my boobs. He saw me see him, he smiled nervously, I smiled sweetly back.
I drew a little closer to him and whispered; “It’s ok, I know they are distracting…I don’t mind”.
My attention went back to my phone.
For a moment I thought he had given up our little game, especially when I felt his fingers draw away from me. But they returned quickly, this time not curled over but spread so he could take a proper hold of my tit.
It was gently, cautious, and ever so slow. As if perhaps he was hoping I wouldn’t notice, but I did and I liked it. After a few seconds of careful movement he had a handful of my boob.
He seemed to be waiting, to see if I was going to freak out and start screaming, but I just pretended I didn’t notice.
Luckily his hand was shielded from other eyes by his own folded arm, so I lent in a little more, pressing my big titty into his palm.
He squeezed, firmly and slowly, constantly applying pressure until my boob was smushed up against my chest.
I still pretended not to notice.
He gently relaxed his hand until his fingers were only lightly touching me, and then he slowly rubbed them back and forth over my large, firm nipple.
I glanced up at him again, he was smiling at me, I smiled back darkly - like the secret little slut I am.
Slowly his hand moved down my body and across my tummy, gently caressing it until his fingers slipped underneath the hem of my top, and then his whole hand had slipped up there.
His fingers felt great against my bare, naked skin. And when his hand found my tits he started squeezing and pulling on them, jiggling them and pinching them.
I could feel my pussy start to feel very hot and sticky, I gently adjusted my legs, my thighs rubbed ever so briefly together and I was rewarded with a flash of wetness thoroughly soaking my slit and bum.
I looked down at his crutch and was happy to see he was pitching a very strained looking tent pole in his jeans. Like he had a big lump of lead stuck in his pants.
His other hand came into play now and he quickly tugged up my top, completely exposing my big, soft tits for anyone to see. I gasped a little and hurriedly looked around. Luckily the only people who might have gotten a look in was the people sat adjacent to us, a mother and her young daughter, both snoozing in their seats.
His hands began working my tits in earnest, really playing around with them. He liked to hold them only by the nipples and lift them up, swaying back and forth until he let them go, slapping back down together.
His right hand was now rubbing at the lump in his jeans, desperately trying to ease the straining bulge.
I unzipped him so he wouldn’t have to let go of my boobs, he dragged out his throbbing cock, a pretty little bead of white pre-cum dribbled down the thick purple head.
He started to wank himself off while happily ******* my tit. I watched him, my eyes locked on his solid cock as his hand quickly rubbed up and down it.
I wanted it in me more than anything before.
I reached down and hitched up my skirt until my panties were exposed, his eyes quickly fixated on their pristine white colour. I tugged them down to my ankles and sat back. I let him just look at it for a moment.
I hadn’t shaved for about a month, bar my bikini line, so I had a decent amount of bush going on, with a little bit of pink peeking out from the soft, dark curls.
I reached over and gently lifted a dribble of his pre-cum from his cock tip and then rubbed it into my clit. And once my fingers were down there I couldn’t help but start vigorously wanking my little wet pussy for all it’s worth.
Soon I knew people would be able to smell just how wet I was, but I didn’t care, I was too far into by then.
He was wanking in earnest now, really bashing away at his cock. But I knew we still had about fifteen minutes left of our journey. I didn’t want him to blow his wad just yet.
I dipped three fingers deep into my snatch and pulled them out soaking wet. I sucked on the first digit, the second I pushed into his mouth which he licked like a dog, and the third I rubbed over the head of his cock until it was glistening and wet.
“Don’t shoot just yet stud, let me get off first ok?” I whispered.
He nodded and immediately slowed down his pace - I picked up mine.
I took his free hand and guided it between my legs until his index and middle fingers were juiced by my pussy, but I didn’t stop there, I kept guiding his hand until those two wet digits were pressed up against my tight little asshole.
“Finger it while I make myself cum ok?” I whispered.
He responded immediately and gently eased his two fingers into my hole, pushing them right in as far as he could.
I went to work on my clit, rubbing as fast as I could. I slipped my free fingers up inside my pussy and I could feel his wiggling about in my ass.
I laid my head down in his lap and opened my mouth at his cock tip, letting my tongue play over it, tasting his pre-cum.
He started to gently thrust his hips so his cock pressed into my mouth, fucking it like he would fuck a pussy.
With his free hand he began pushing down my head, driving me further onto his cock until it kept pushing into my throat. Most girls would gag, but I’m practised, just breath through your nose, don’t panic and let it happen - give into it, surrender to it, and you won’t gag no matter how deep they try and cram that thing in.
His cock tasted meaty and sweaty and a little of pee, I couldn’t get enough of the taste and kept swallowing and swallowing, massaging his cock with my throat muscles.
By now I was ready to pop, so so close. Him pushing a third finger into my ass pushed me over, my orgasm bust like a water balloon and I gushed cream over the seat and onto the floor.
I pulled his cock out of my throat and admired it. Now completely rigid and all wet with my spit, I wanked it quickly.
“How close?” I asked.
“Really close” came the response.
I shifted around in the seat until my back was to him and I spread my asshole with my fingers.
He took the hint and eased his long, thick rod up my ass, I started cumming again immediately.
He managed to get a few good deep thrusts into me before his cock went into spasm and started spewing his load into me, pumping my plump ass full of his sticky, hot jizz.
He eased it back out again and I sucked on it for a little while as I gently brought my pussy off once more, deep-throating him as I came.
With the aid of wet wipes and some hasty clothing re-adjustment, we managed to get ourselves back in some sort of order.
I looked around to make saw nobody had seen, and bar the *********** adjacent, now awake and staring at us wide eyed we were safe.
Hope you liked that little story guys, comms and thoughts welcome and wanted
xxx
Libby
12年前
