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The Bus Ride InFor Laura, sex began before she even got to the office. It began on thebus ride in.Every day I saw those deep hazel eyes turn their gaze on me. Eyes thatseemed to see beneath the layers of clothing that I wore down to my lacethong and my size DD demi-cup bra.Last Friday, my gaze snapped away from those beautiful eyes as the bustook off and I found myself grabbing on to the bar above me to keep fromfalling. Just three weeks ago my company started an incentive programwhich paid for half of our monthly public transportation. I was a littlenervous at first. Being crammed into an intercity bus was not my idea offun. My memories of public transportation always take me back to thedays when I would take the bus down to the mall with my mother andsisters. I only remember strange, smelly old men who would leer at me asif I was a piece of choice steak. I always sat close to my mother onthose bus rides. The destination was always better than the journey.Riding public transportation this time around was not nearly as bad. Thebus was filled with other people who were on their way to work at thishour. I was actually shocked to find men and women in business suits!After a few days I noticed that I saw many of the same people everyday.One gorgeous passenger, in particular, had caught my eye. I grew fond ofhim, dubbing him “tall, dark, and handsome.” Usually, when I got on thebus he was sitting in a seat near the middle of the bus, so at first Idid not know how tall he was. One time, however, he got up to offer hisseat to an elderly lady and I noticed that he was at least 6’ 3” tall.He had strong broad shoulders, lean hips, a tight ass, and large hands.My thoughts would stray as I looked at his hands. Was it true that largehands meant a large dick?His skin was the color of a creamy caramel latte. Everyday I thoughtabout how I loved whipped cream with my latte, and how I would enjoylicking that whipped cream off his rock hard stomach. The thought almostbrought my tongue out to seductively lick my lips, but I always stoppedmyself, afraid of what others on the bus would think of me. Most ofthese people, after all, worked in corporate America. They were onlyconcerned with getting to work and getting home. The freak show of awoman having an orgasm on the bus was not a part of the schedule.He had thick, wavy, black hair. One lock of hair always threatened tofall to his forehead. Oh, how I wanted to run my fingers through hishair while I kissed his luscious lips. I could imagine taking first hisbottom gümüşhane escort lip and then his top lip into my mouth. Oh, this train of thoughtwas going to get me into trouble!Last Friday the bus was a little more packed than usual. I got on thebus and moved towards the back. To my surprise “tall, dark, andhandsome” was also in the back of the bus. He had the fortune to havegotten a seat. As I stood, my back was to him. I tried not to thinkabout how my ass was practically in his face.As the bus rode along it grew more and more packed with people. I had tostep back several paces until the back of my legs were brushing againsthis knees with every jostle and sway of the bus. Every time the bus tookoff my ass came within five inches of his face. I could not bare to turnaround. I feared that I would see an angry face looking up at me. Ormaybe I was afraid that I’d look into those beautiful eyes and see thathe enjoyed the view.Friday, I wore a short business skirt that hugged my ass and thighs. Theskirt came to just an inch above my knees and had a two inch slit up theback. I could feel every fiber of his pants as, by this time, ourcontact seems to be constant. As I reached above my head to hold the barto steady myself, my skirt lifted even higher. Unfortunately, with somany people on the bus there were no other bars for me to hold on toexcept the one above my head. It was either hold on to the bar or fallinto his lap. That probably would not be such a bad idea. . .When the bus gave a particularly strong jolt I thought that I felt ahand touch my right leg just above the knee. It seemed like an innocentgesture to steady me. Even though my breath quickened with the contact Idid not think that it would be repeated. As we got closer to downtownthe bus was stopping at almost every corner to pick up and drop offpassengers. Even with people getting on and off the bus did not seem tobe any less crowded.Another jolt and I felt the hand again. This time it lingered a littlebit longer and a little bit higher. His hand, this time, was not on theoutside of my knee, but on the inside. I knew the hand was from “tall,dark, and handsome” and the thrill of his touch was making my pantieswet. Luckily there were so many people all around us that no one noticedhim touching me.With the next jolt of the bus one hand reached up and touched my sex,which was practically dripping with my juices, while the other handrested on my leg to steady me. Thank God for underwear! Otherwise Iwould have been escort gümüşhane dripping down my leg at this point. I was startled atthe fact that he did not remove his hand this time, but began to massagemy clit through my panties. I know that my face must have been flushed.Hopefully, no one noticed. The air in the bus was suddenly heating up. Iwas grateful that I at least had my sunglasses on that day.My ass naturally thrust itself closer to his face as I spread my legsslightly to give him better access. Each sway of the bus only made themassage more tantalizing. Soon, he pushed my panties aside and his thumbentered my channel while his fingers continued their slow massage of myclit. I let out a soft moan as I heard him fake a cough as a cover. Hispace quickened with each city block. At first I could not believe I wason a crowded bus letting some stranger take me to heaven, but eventuallyall thoughts left my mind as my climax shot through my body likefireworks on a hot July evening.As I climaxed I lost my grip on the bar above me and fell into his lap.I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through my skirt. As my cuntcontinued to contract and the bus swayed I slowly rocked myself on histhick rod. I heard him suck in a breath and one of his hands came torest on my rib cage just below my left breast. In one hand I had hold ofmy jacket and purse. The other hand rested on his right thigh. This onlylasted about a minute because my stop was coming up and I had to get offthe bus.The next stop was mine. I gathered my things, stood up and exited thebus. I was too embarrassed to look back at him. Afraid of what I mightsee on his face. It’s amazing what you’ll do in the heat of the moment,but when it’s over you don’t know if you’ll live to regret it or if itwas the best thing that happened to you. I guess it all depended on howhe took it. At that moment, I could not bare to see his face. That wasFriday.Today was Monday. I did not see him on the ride into work. Even though Iwas embarrassed by what we did on Friday I was still a littledisappointed not to see him Monday morning. All throughout the day Ikeep thinking about him, about how his fingers felt as they slicked inand out of my juicy channel. His fingers felt like magic as circledaround my clit. Even the feel of his other hand has he firmly held me inplace was a part of the memory that I did no want to forget. I couldfeel the heat of his breath on my ass as he leaned into me.Monday had been a busy day at work. My boss had given gümüşhane escort bayan me the parametersto a big project that I was to take the lead on. When I got on the busgoing home my mind with filled with thoughts of the project and the teamthat I would choose. I did not even notice that again I was standing infront of him towards the back of the bus on the way home. I wasdistracted with thoughts of him when I felt a hand on my thigh. I lookedover my shoulder straight into those hazel deep eyes that made me thinkof the color of forest leaves in the fall. For a moment I could not lookaway as we stared at each other. His eyes seemed to express how much heenjoyed the other day and how much he was looking forward to more. Thecorner of his mouth lifted in a wicked smile as he winked at me. I feltmy face flush with excitement.When the person next to him got up to exit the bus he pulled me down tosit next to him. Not letting go on my hand he pulled it right under hisjacket which was laying across his lap. His eyes never left mine. As myhand touched his bare hot cock I saw the pupils of his eyes contract ashis cock grew in my hand. The muscles in his jaw tightened as I tookhold of his thick cock and began moving up and down. He felt so big! Iwished that I could have thrown that jacket off so that I could reallysee how big he was.He slightly turned so that our bodies were facing each other. Ourforeheads touched as he laid one hand to the back of my neck, drawing mecloser.My forefinger swirled around the tip of his head, spreading his precumover his dick. I could imagine tasting his salty sweetness. I squirmedin my seat, my clit throbbing, aching to be touched.“What is your name, sweetheart?” He whispered. Even if he spoke in anormal voice I don’t think anyone would have heard us. Everyone on thebus was busy chatting about their day. His voice was so husky I feltmyself cream my panties. This man was so sexy I could not stand it!“Laura. What’s yours?”“Trey.” He licked his lips reminding me how much I wanted to take hislips into my mouth and suck on them. “Laura, you have the best hands.”I smiled. Knowing that I could bring pleasure to a man this gorgeousmade me feel fearless. Who cares if we were getting each other off on acrowded bus?“Trey, I want to make you come, but I don’t think this bus is the bestplace to do all the things that I want to do to you. Will you come homewith me?” I could not believe I’d just said that! I had never been sobold with a man that I barely knew. I held my breath as I waited for hisanswer. I was sure that he was going to decline. For a moment I wasresolved that if he did decline I would have to be satisfied with ourbus rides to and from work everyday.“Baby, you know I want to. Only two more stops to go and I’m all yours.”

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