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Always queues, standing in queues, sitting in queues, we seem to spend our lives staring at the back of someone else’s head...not nice, but at least a distraction... this time waiting for the bus, on my way home from the city to the suburbs. Every day, same routine, same faces. Nameless faces... I have a story for each one of them. Have created a past, present and future for each of them, my buss mates, mates that I have never spoken to, never made eye contact with, but recognise their clothing their aftershave and perfume and haircuts.
Like robots in mass production, we step forward as the bus arrives, taking our spot in the queue, watching the persons feet in front of us, taking our seats, the same seat as yesterday. The leather moulded into the shape of your butt...years of sitting in the same spot.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! A pair of knees, bare flesh, short skirt in my seat... I feel violated!!!! Oh stop being childish, take another seat! And sat down opposite this intruder. I didn’t even look at her... how dare she... slag...
Ten minutes into the ride of an hour, something catches the corner of my eye, a small movement... I don’t move my head, but move my eyes over the top of my page to her legs. She has relaxed and fallen asleep, I can tell by the way her body is moving to the rhythm of the bus. My concentration totally blown now, I stretch, looking around at the same time, nobody is watching her or me for that fact. I settle down back to my wordless book, eyes casually watching her tanned knees, her smooth skin, shapely ankles and perfectly manicured toes peeping thru her sandals. The skirt was pleated and flopping around to the rhythm of the bus.
Her skirt flipped to the side along with her leg, leaving me a bigger gap.... Oh my god... no panties? A perfectly shaved pussy? Pink lips... my mind was running riot, if I could just open her knees a little wider and slip my tongue in there while she slept... taste her wetness, suck those lips into my mouth, slide my tongue into her hole, lick her deeper... my cock growing in my pants... this picture making me horny, my cock rock hard... watching... watching... if I could just... ooohhh... please... help....
The bus went over a bump and she woke up with a start only to catch me staring at her wet pussy... she didn’t close her legs, she kept them perfectly still, just staring at me, no emotion what so ever, no movement. What is a man to do? Back down? Just as I was mulling it over in my head, she lifted her hand and slid her finger into her mouth, deep into her mouth and sucked it gently, sliding it out of her lips and licking between her fingers. Again I looked around only to see the bus was empty behind us and only people up front. The seats were high backed, so I could just see the tops of the people’s heads...
My cock throbbing in my lap once again... shit like this never happens to me, my boring mundane life... I carried on watching her; she slid her butt closer to the edge of the seat, opening her legs a little wider, only a fraction, sliding her skirt a little further up her leg. I could see everything, our knees were less than a half metre apart... I wanted to slide my face between her legs, suck her lips into my mouth. I wanted her to cum over my face, squirt deep inside my mouth, taste her juices. I put my hand on my cock, pushing it into my groin, it felt good, I grabbed it and squeezed it, she watched me, she was licking her lips, it was driving me mad!!!
I had my cock in my hand rubbing it up and down, showing her what she was missing, my thick 7” of lust... I could see her nipples growing under her blouse; she lifted her left hand and squeezed her nipple, closed her eyes briefly and breathed in. her right hand slid up her thigh and she opened her legs further... she was watching me... she touched her clit with two fingers, opening her lips so I could see her honey... her hole, I wanted to lick her even more... she slipped her finger inside her pussy, pushing it in deep, in and out, in and .... Then she leaned forward and put her finger into my mouth... it was hot and wet and sweet... I was gob smacked, but went along with the game... I sucked her finger...
My cock oozing with pre cum, making my pants wet on the outside, rubbing it more, squeezing... what am I going to do with this? It hurts, but it feels good. My jeans were loose, my cock sticking out the top of my jeans, wet, glistening in the daylight, she leaned forward and ran her thumb over the head, lightly touching it, just with her thumb, rubbing my pre cum between her fingers and the licking them...
She lifted one foot onto the chair next to my leg, showing me her cunt, her wet cunt, her lips swollen, her clit pushing its way out from its hot wet fold... it was a deep red, it was big, I wanted to touch it, wanted to slide my finger deep inside her...
Again she leaned forward, grabbed my head on either side and pulled me onto the floor, shoving my face into her pussy.... I had no choice, I opened my mouth and slid my tongue deep inside her... I could hear her breathing getting heavier, I could feel her clit on my top lip, it was throbbing, I wanted to feel it in my mouth, moving my tongue across her clit, she shoved her hips deeper into my face, she wasn’t letting go, this woman knew what she wanted, she wanted oral sex and she wanted it hard! I was sucking her lips deep inside my mouth, my tongue inside her hot hole, she was so wet, throbbing, her taste.. was so sweet, I wanted more, I wanted to climb inside her, lick her suck her... eat her... deeper... she wouldn’t let my head go, I had her whole pussy in my mouth, sucking her, not spilling a drop of her juices, her legs locked around my head I could feel her legs beginning to shake, I opened my mouth over her whole pussy wanting to taste every last drop, she started cumming, waves and waves of wetness, more than I could hold in my mouth, I swallowed, there was juice everywhere, I was licking her thighs, her pussy, inside her cunt, she was delicious!
Her legs trembling with the force of the orgasm, it carried on for what seemed ages, her body shuddering her legs locked around my head... slowly she relaxed, her clit sensitive, I carried on licking her until she dropped her hands from my head and let me loose... I didn’t want to move, gently lapping at the perfect pussy, breathing in her scent....
She put her foot down from the chair and forced me to stand in front of her, facing the front of the bus, I could see everyone’s head. I could see the bus driver's eyes in the rear view mirror... standing there holding onto the bar above my head, she unzipped my cock and with no fucking around, swallowed me deep into her throat, her lips up against my tummy, my balls on her chin....
Holy crap... ever tried to enjoy a deep throat with a straight face....Standing? A first time for everything I guess.... She moved her head up and down my shaft, I could feel my cock going down deep into her body, well so it felt, she pulled me out and sucked my balls, both in her mouth at the same time... she gave oral like she liked to receive it... hard and fast.... Her hand sliding up and down my thick rod, sucking my balls and slipping my cock back down her throat, I couldn’t handle this for much longer... I would love to take my time, but the possibility of getting caught, someone getting on at the next stop, the excitement of being found out was too much to handle.... She sucked harder, more spit, her tongue on my shaft, on my balls... the bus started slowing for the next stop, somebody stood up in front of me and walked towards the front of the bus.... My legs almost gave way as I came... deep down her throat, squirting wads of cum... the feeling was awesome, the she kept me in her mouth until I couldn’t stand anymore... my legs gave way beneath me and I collapsed in the seat.
She looked at me, winked and got off the bus.... That was the end of that. I had missed my stop. Composing myself, walking towards the front of the bus, the driver said...’enjoy your ride?’ with a smile on his face... did he know or am I just looking a bit guilty? ‘thanks, see ya tomorrow’ walking home the guilt started flooding over me... a happily married man... I opened the front door to my home and heard voices coming from the kitchen, dumped my bag, trying to hide the wet spot on my jeans with my jersey, walking towards the kitchen, my wife said to me... ‘mark, I would like you to meet my friend from way back... she was just telling me the most amazing story of a bus ride she had...