The bus trip
Throughout the bus journey, my eyes had been drawn to you sitting opposite me. I couldn't take my eyes off you as every now and again when you moved, I would see a tantalising glimpse of creamy white thigh as your skirt split open for a few seconds. The buttons on your blouse were also undone, just enough for me to see you were not wearing a bra.
When you looked over at me and caught me looking at you, I didn't look away - your eyes locked onto mine and I felt the air between us charge with electricity. Your eyes and smile communicated so much, but was I imagining it? I wasn't imagining the blood rushing into my cock thats for sure.
Suddenly the bus lurched to a halt, and as we both moved forward, your dress parted and I saw your inner thighs, the sun shining off the smooth skin. I wanted you.
The driver walked down to us and said he had to go and phone for some help - would we be OK sitting in the bus, as we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over to you, smiled and said "Sure".
As the driver closed the door, and began walking away from the bus, I looked over at you. You were smiling, and your eyes were sparkling as you stretched out in your seat. I could see your breasts pushing against the material of your blouse. Were your nipples erect? It looked like that to me.
I was uncomfortable in my seat, as my erection was straining against my jeans. I stood up to loosen my limbs, and I saw your eyes move to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and your mouth broke into a sly smile.
You leaned forward to pick up your bag and your blouse opened up allowing me to see your right breast, nipple pink and hard, begging to be licked, suckled, nipped between my teeth.
You looked up at me, smiling, knowing where I was looking and not worried, in fact savouring what you were doing to me, how horny you were making me.
At last we spoke; "fancy sitting outside in the sun" you suggested, and I offered you my hand to help you up out of your seat. The narrow aisle of the bus meant that when you stood up, your body was right against me, your breasts pushing into my chest, your thigh resting against my stiff cock.
The urge to kiss you was overwhelming, but I controlled myself and I led you down the aisle towards the front of the bus, which had some steep steps to exit the front door on the right. As we walked to the front of the bus I looked towards the drivers seat where I could see our reflection in his rear-view mirror. You were in front of me but I could see the expression on your face - an expression of need, of lust, of desire. I reached out my hand and gripped your elbow. You turned to face me and I kissed your lips, gently, my tongue moving lightly over your lips. You responded more urgently, pulling me closer, your tongue entering my mouth, exploring, seeking my tongue as we kissed each other deeply, breathing through our noses, our hands roaming over each other, lingering for just a few seconds on your back, your neck, your bum. Your hands were soon inside my t-shirt at the back, feeling my back, sensing how hot I was, how much I wanted to fuck you.
My hands were now more focused on where they wanted to go and kissing your neck, your ears, I slipped my left hand inside your skirt, feeling the soft skin of your thigh, and snaking around to cup your bum cheek. My right hand slipped inside your blouse, feeling how warm your skin was, stroking the side of your breast, eager to feel your nipple between my fingers, but wanting to enjoy the moment, make you wait.
My right knee had pushed its way between your thighs, raising your dress up, popping open a couple of buttons so that your thighs were clearly visible. I could feel the heat from your cunt on my leg as you began to move yourself against me, grinding your groin onto my thigh, and against my cock.
I felt as if my cock as going to burst and you sensed this, and pulled away and looking at me, you began to undo my jeans as my hands undid your blouse, allowing me to see your breasts for the first time, to run the palms of my hands over them, feeling your nipples push into them.
With one movement you pulled my jeans and my boxers down, freeing my cock, which bobbed down and then free from its confined space, filled up with blood and grew even harder. The feel of your hand as you gently ran your fingers over my cock was divine, and I felt myself get light-headed as you caressed my cock, feeling my balls tighten as your fingers tease me.
We are standing slightly apart from each other, allowing my hand to slide up your inner thighs, until I feel the warmth coming from between your legs. Your knickers are damp to my touch, and as I run my fingers over the material, tracing the edges of your lace knickers, your touch on my cock becomes more urgent, more needy.
As I use a finger to lift up the material of your knickers, the sweet smell of your cunt reaches my nose, and I become more urgent in my movement, tugging your knickers to one side, and sliding my finger over your wet lips and inside you. You move against my finger, wanting it in as deep as it can go, my knuckles grazing your clit. You gasp and I finger fuck you as you wank my cock, doing this for a few minutes, kisses more urgent, more desperate, until you whisper "fuck me" in my ear.
The wide, steep stairwell of the bus invites us, so reluctantly I withdraw my wet finger, and lick it in front of you, relishing the taste of you, the smell and the knowledge that we are going to fuck each other. I sit you at the top of the stairs, and you lie back, your cunt open in front of me. I climb down a couple of stairs until my cock is level with your cunt, and I move towards you, and pull you closer, my cock grazing your cunt, over your clit, coating me with your wetness, teasing you, my balls against you. You move your fingers down and grasp my cock, rubbing the tip against your clit, the feeling and need to enter you rising inside me, until I can't wait any more and I grasp my cock, position the sensitive tip against your lips, and slowly ease it inside you. The feeling of entering you, feeling your muscles grip me is ecstatic, and seeing your face as I enter you, the lust and joy as I push myself in as deep as I can is so exciting.
The urge to move in and out faster is overwhelming, but I want to make this last so I deliberately refrain from pumping you fast
We had hardly said a word to each other, but now words came tumbling out. "Fuck me harder" "Play with your tits" "Rub my clit" were breathlessly uttered by us both as I continued to push myself as deep into you as I can, pulling you onto my cock, hands gripping your thighs, your bum.
Your breathing gets faster, your eyes wider as you feel your orgasm building slowly but surely. Each time I move my hand to your breasts, or rub your clit, it takes you closer, and you tell me how I am making you feel, the urgency in your voice making my orgasm build too - I want us to come as close to each other as possible, but I am struggling to hold myself back and you sense this.
"Come over my tits" you gasp as my breathing gets deeper my movements faster, more urgent.
Needing no encouragement, I pull my cock out of you, glistening with your cunt juices, and jump up a step so that when I lean over my cock is suspended over your belly, and after a couple of strokes with my hand I come, spunk spurting over your tits, onto your neck, dripping onto your belly, mixing with our sweat.
When you looked over at me and caught me looking at you, I didn't look away - your eyes locked onto mine and I felt the air between us charge with electricity. Your eyes and smile communicated so much, but was I imagining it? I wasn't imagining the blood rushing into my cock thats for sure.
Suddenly the bus lurched to a halt, and as we both moved forward, your dress parted and I saw your inner thighs, the sun shining off the smooth skin. I wanted you.
The driver walked down to us and said he had to go and phone for some help - would we be OK sitting in the bus, as we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over to you, smiled and said "Sure".
As the driver closed the door, and began walking away from the bus, I looked over at you. You were smiling, and your eyes were sparkling as you stretched out in your seat. I could see your breasts pushing against the material of your blouse. Were your nipples erect? It looked like that to me.
I was uncomfortable in my seat, as my erection was straining against my jeans. I stood up to loosen my limbs, and I saw your eyes move to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and your mouth broke into a sly smile.
You leaned forward to pick up your bag and your blouse opened up allowing me to see your right breast, nipple pink and hard, begging to be licked, suckled, nipped between my teeth.
You looked up at me, smiling, knowing where I was looking and not worried, in fact savouring what you were doing to me, how horny you were making me.
At last we spoke; "fancy sitting outside in the sun" you suggested, and I offered you my hand to help you up out of your seat. The narrow aisle of the bus meant that when you stood up, your body was right against me, your breasts pushing into my chest, your thigh resting against my stiff cock.
The urge to kiss you was overwhelming, but I controlled myself and I led you down the aisle towards the front of the bus, which had some steep steps to exit the front door on the right. As we walked to the front of the bus I looked towards the drivers seat where I could see our reflection in his rear-view mirror. You were in front of me but I could see the expression on your face - an expression of need, of lust, of desire. I reached out my hand and gripped your elbow. You turned to face me and I kissed your lips, gently, my tongue moving lightly over your lips. You responded more urgently, pulling me closer, your tongue entering my mouth, exploring, seeking my tongue as we kissed each other deeply, breathing through our noses, our hands roaming over each other, lingering for just a few seconds on your back, your neck, your bum. Your hands were soon inside my t-shirt at the back, feeling my back, sensing how hot I was, how much I wanted to fuck you.
My hands were now more focused on where they wanted to go and kissing your neck, your ears, I slipped my left hand inside your skirt, feeling the soft skin of your thigh, and snaking around to cup your bum cheek. My right hand slipped inside your blouse, feeling how warm your skin was, stroking the side of your breast, eager to feel your nipple between my fingers, but wanting to enjoy the moment, make you wait.
My right knee had pushed its way between your thighs, raising your dress up, popping open a couple of buttons so that your thighs were clearly visible. I could feel the heat from your cunt on my leg as you began to move yourself against me, grinding your groin onto my thigh, and against my cock.
I felt as if my cock as going to burst and you sensed this, and pulled away and looking at me, you began to undo my jeans as my hands undid your blouse, allowing me to see your breasts for the first time, to run the palms of my hands over them, feeling your nipples push into them.
With one movement you pulled my jeans and my boxers down, freeing my cock, which bobbed down and then free from its confined space, filled up with blood and grew even harder. The feel of your hand as you gently ran your fingers over my cock was divine, and I felt myself get light-headed as you caressed my cock, feeling my balls tighten as your fingers tease me.
We are standing slightly apart from each other, allowing my hand to slide up your inner thighs, until I feel the warmth coming from between your legs. Your knickers are damp to my touch, and as I run my fingers over the material, tracing the edges of your lace knickers, your touch on my cock becomes more urgent, more needy.
As I use a finger to lift up the material of your knickers, the sweet smell of your cunt reaches my nose, and I become more urgent in my movement, tugging your knickers to one side, and sliding my finger over your wet lips and inside you. You move against my finger, wanting it in as deep as it can go, my knuckles grazing your clit. You gasp and I finger fuck you as you wank my cock, doing this for a few minutes, kisses more urgent, more desperate, until you whisper "fuck me" in my ear.
The wide, steep stairwell of the bus invites us, so reluctantly I withdraw my wet finger, and lick it in front of you, relishing the taste of you, the smell and the knowledge that we are going to fuck each other. I sit you at the top of the stairs, and you lie back, your cunt open in front of me. I climb down a couple of stairs until my cock is level with your cunt, and I move towards you, and pull you closer, my cock grazing your cunt, over your clit, coating me with your wetness, teasing you, my balls against you. You move your fingers down and grasp my cock, rubbing the tip against your clit, the feeling and need to enter you rising inside me, until I can't wait any more and I grasp my cock, position the sensitive tip against your lips, and slowly ease it inside you. The feeling of entering you, feeling your muscles grip me is ecstatic, and seeing your face as I enter you, the lust and joy as I push myself in as deep as I can is so exciting.
The urge to move in and out faster is overwhelming, but I want to make this last so I deliberately refrain from pumping you fast
We had hardly said a word to each other, but now words came tumbling out. "Fuck me harder" "Play with your tits" "Rub my clit" were breathlessly uttered by us both as I continued to push myself as deep into you as I can, pulling you onto my cock, hands gripping your thighs, your bum.
Your breathing gets faster, your eyes wider as you feel your orgasm building slowly but surely. Each time I move my hand to your breasts, or rub your clit, it takes you closer, and you tell me how I am making you feel, the urgency in your voice making my orgasm build too - I want us to come as close to each other as possible, but I am struggling to hold myself back and you sense this.
"Come over my tits" you gasp as my breathing gets deeper my movements faster, more urgent.
Needing no encouragement, I pull my cock out of you, glistening with your cunt juices, and jump up a step so that when I lean over my cock is suspended over your belly, and after a couple of strokes with my hand I come, spunk spurting over your tits, onto your neck, dripping onto your belly, mixing with our sweat.
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