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Archive-name: busstop.txt
Archive-author: Anonymous (address withheld)
Archive-title: Dream fantasy  ( a la Gloria)

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	A   G I R L   C A N   D R E A M   C A N' T   S H E ?
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   I am a normal 24 year old woman, who works hard all week long, and
try's to have fun on the weekends. I think I'm attractive, but I know
that I'm painfully shy around men. But I have this re-occurring fantasy
that keeps coming to mind, at the most inopportune times. Well any way,
since I have the chance to share it with you, and not get caught doing
it, I thought I'd do just that... It always starts at the bus stop...

   I hadn't been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and
muscular man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next
to me.  It was just beginning to get dark.  The long shadows had disap-
peared, and the weak light of a closed auto parts store across the
street cast a moonlike glow over the nearby trees and shrubbery.  I
nervously pulled my purse nearer, looking down.

   "What's your name?" he asked.

   "Barbara," I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down
to my hands.  His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could
tell his gaze had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardi-
gan sweater. I suddenly felt totally nude.

   Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey's Kisses, unwrap-
ped one and put it into my mouth.  It was soft and sticky from the
day's heat.

   "Have some," I said, handing him two of the chocolates.  As he un-
wrapped one, I licked the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his
eyes with my eyebrows raised.  His eyes met mine again with a smile.

   "Your hands are a mess," I said, and reached for his hand.  One by
one, I placed his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then licking
away all traces of the chocolate with my tongue.  Without releasing his
hand I stood, took my purse, and led him around the bus stop bench.
There was a school athletic field here, and a tiny building for athle-
tic equipment squeezed the loose hedges and trees into an iron fence.
In a moment we were in the shrubbery between the fence and building.

   His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my
breasts, but I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unpro-
testing against the wall.  His eyes widened.  Kneeling then, I unzipped
his jeans and pulled them and his briefs down in a single stroke.  His
cock swung slowly before my eyes; I could feel its warmth radiating
onto my face.  Gently I cradled it in my hands, lifting it to my mouth.
I moved my tongue slowly around the tip and then slid it in.  It grew
pulsatingly larger every second.  Placing my hands on his hips, I moved
them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there, moving his cock
in and out.  A groan escaped his lips and he placed his hand on the
nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from the under-
side.

   The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his cock filling my
throat.  His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsa-
ted from my head down my spine.  Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him
briefly.  A sound from the street heralded the arrival of the bus.
"Bye bye," I said, slipping out of the hedges quickly.  "Barbara!" he
called.  I said nothing, leaving him there frantically dressing him-
self.

   As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear "What's your
phone number?" faintly over the roar of the bus' engines.  Not looking
back, the doors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening
night.

   OK, so that's my dream, what do you think it means?

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