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Bus-Stop
by knobbieknobbs (knobbieknobbs@hotmail.com)
***
A guy on a crowed bus is forced up behind a cute blonde
weighted down with shopping and develops a stonking
stiffy. But what happens when they get off at the same
stop? (MF)
***
When people ask how we met, I smile and reply, "On the
bus."
Of course, I can’t tell them the whole story. June and
I look at each other, grin like Cheshire cats, and
enjoy our sexy little secret. My first dinner with her
parents was embarrassing. I had to think on my feet
that night, I can tell you.
We’ve been married nearly two years now, and our first
child is on the way. Life is good, and even though
we’ve got a reliable car these days, we still take the
bus every now and then, just for old times sake.
*****
My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of
junk that had finally given up the ghost. I was too
busy to shop around for a new one, so I was resigned to
taking the bus instead.
Mornings were fine. I went in early and the bus was
always empty. I could happily read some papers on the
journey. But the mass exodus of shoppers and students
from the town centre, made the ride home very
uncomfortable.
One particular day I was late getting to the bus-stop.
It was standing room only by the time I got to the
front of the queue. And not very much standing room at
that. I got on, paid my fare, and headed for the back
of the bus. Just like it tells you to on the little
signs.
She got on after me. She was couple of inches shorter
than me, with a perfect crop of blonde hair. She stood
in front of me, facing the front, as the bus pulled out
of the station.
We were quite close, and the scent of her perfume
flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell. I
recognised it as something expensive, but I couldn’t
put a name to it.
She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her
feet. I almost offered to help her with them when more
people got on the bus at the next stop and we were
forced to move even further back. Inhibition stopped
me, or maybe it was when she stepped on my foot as she
shuffled back. She turned around to look at me with
apologetic eyes.
"Sorry," she said sweetly. "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine. Don’t worry about it."
By now, the bus was full and she was right up against
me. I could just about see over the top of her head,
but my crotch was lined up with her glorious round
arse. Her scent drove me wild, and I pictured the kind
of images that any healthy heterosexual male would have
in that situation.
My cock stirred; I could feel it moving upwards and
out. This was going to be embarrassing. I desperately
tried to think of the most boring thing I could.
Cricket, that’s boring, but an article in the morning
newspaper about a cricket star whose alleged lover
claimed was great in bed, filled my head.
I tried again. Snooker. No, that was no good either. I
once tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it
meant leaning over her, my crotch up against her bum.
It didn’t matter what I thought of, my over-stimulated
brain made a connection to sex, all the time giving
strength to my growing bulge.
I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to
feel my dick pushing against her by now. I was
convinced that she could feel every pulse as it filled
with ever more blood. She hadn’t even turned around and
told me off but my face was already beetroot red. What
would it be like when she did? I was thankful that most
people would be getting off the bus in a few stops
time. I could move away from her and avoid making the
situation worse.
The bus began to clear and seats became available. I
sat a couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and tried
to calm down. But the hormones were raging, and I
decided that when I got in I would put my on favourite
porn movie, and have a good old-fashioned wank.
With only two stops left before mine, there were five
people left on the bus; the blonde girl included.
Nobody got on or off at the next stop, and I suddenly
realised that mine was one of the last stops. I prayed
she stayed on when I alighted. I would be very
embarrassed otherwise.
Praying when you don’t really believe in a god is
foolish in the extreme. Any god that happens to be
listening is bound to take the piss. She rose to
disembark at the same time as me. I was up and past her
seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even
managed to get her shopping bags out from behind her
seat.
I felt very guilty getting off the bus carrying only a
newspaper while she struggled with her load. Being a
softy at heart, I helped her down off the bus, and held
some of her shopping as she tried to work out the best
way to carry it all.
"Look, why don’t I help you carry it back to your
house?"
"Are you sure you don’t mind?" she asked.
"No, I don’t mind. How far is it?"
"Just around the corner." She pointed in the same
direction as my house. This girl lived in the same
street and I had never seen her before. How could that
be?
"That’s my street!"
"Wow, what a coincidence."
I took the heaviest of her bags and we set off towards
her house. She lived further up the street than me. I
never venture up that end, which explained why I hadn’t
seen her before. I said as much to her.
"Oh, I only moved in last week. I’m still getting to
know the area."
"Well, unless someone else has already, let me be the
first to welcome you to the street."
"My neighbours already did, but thanks anyway. I’m
June, by the way."
"Hi June. I’m Patrick, or Paddy, or... no, you don’t
want to know my other nicknames."
"Why on earth not?"
"Rugby club."
"I see."
I pointed out my house when we past it, and walked up
the street at least another ten houses before we got to
hers.
"This is one of those they converted into flats isn’t
it?"
"Yeah, One up and one down. I’m on top."
I walked her to the door which she opened then turned
around and invited me in for a coffee.
"It’s the least I can do after you were so kind to help
me."
"Don’t be silly, it was no trouble."
"I insist."
"Actually," I paused, unsure. "I’m a little
embarrassed. I only helped because I felt guilty after,
you know on the bus." I felt the blood rush to my
cheeks.
"Hey! Now who’s being silly. The bus was so full and we
were forced so close, I’d have been positively offended
if I hadn’t got a reaction. Now come on in and have a
drink."
I relented and followed her through the door and up the
stairs to her home, carrying the bags of course.
It was a small flat, with a hallway leading off to four
rooms. I assumed they were kitchen, lounge, bathroom
and bedroom. She placed her bags on the floor in the
hall.
"Just leave those there." She waved a hand to show me
where. "Come with me and I’ll put the kettle on."
I followed her through one of the doors. But it wasn’t
the kitchen. It was her bedroom! No sooner had this
fact registered with me than she shut the door behind
me and pushed me back against it.
"Oh, God," she said, her voice a deep growl, "ever
since I felt that big cock of yours poking into me on
the bus, all I’ve been able to think about was it
pumping in and out of me."
"Wha..?"
She shut me up with a kiss. I was too surprised to do
anything. I mean, what do you do when a sexy young
thing lures you to her boudoir to take advantage of
you?
It was a short, but very passionate kiss, before she
broke away and reached down for my belt. "Come on,
let’s see it."
She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and
free my cock. Once it was out in the open, she held it
in her hand and stared at it.
"It felt much bigger than it looks. Perhaps I need to
get a bit closer."
She dropped to her knees. She looked it over, examining
it, then engulfed it in her mouth. She slurped noisily,
moving her head back and forth and driving me insane. I
closed my eyes and leaned back on the door, barely able
to stand. She ran her tongue in little circles around
my cock-head, and sucked more dick into her mouth.
She stopped suddenly and stood up. She looked me
squarely in the eye and licked her lips.
"I want you," she said. "I want you to fuck me."
"Fine by me," I said. "but first..."
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, which
was difficult with my trousers still around my ankles.
When I finally got there, I dropped her on the bed,
reached up and took hold of her panties, and pulled
them down over her hips and off.
It was my turn to fall to my knees. I pulled her
towards me so that her bum was on the edge of the bed.
I bunched her dress up around her waist then dived in.
I licked along the length of her swollen lips, before
dipping my tongue inside her slick hole. I revelled in
her taste and the sounds she made. She was enjoying my
attentions.
I reached a hand up to find her tit, which I massaged
through the material of her dress and bra. With my
other hand, I searched out her clit and rubbed it
gently. Her vocalisations became louder and she reached
down to grab my head, pulling me closer to her.
"Oh yeah, come on, oh yeah."
She thrust her hips against my mouth. I moved my tongue
in and out of her like a miniature cock. Her hips found
the same rhythm as my tongue, and she went from vague
words of encouragement to animal-like noises.
I pulled away from her and stood up. She whimpered her
objection and reached up for me. I shook my head at her
and pulled my T-shirt off. She got the idea and jumped
up to her knees, pulling her dress up and over her
head. She knelt on the bed in only a lacy white bra,
and she reached behind her back to unclasp it while I
watched. I kicked off my trousers and walked over to
her.
"Turn around."
She did, her pert little arse pointing at me. I grabbed
it and gave it a squeeze. She closed her eyes and
moaned. Then I slapped her fleshy cheek. She wiggled
her hips back at me. I took hold of my cock and she
turned her head back to look at me.
"Come on, fuck me."
It was hard to believe that I had only met this girl an
hour and a half previously, and now she was urging me
to fuck her. I didn’t even know her surname!
I couldn’t wait any more and lined my cock up with the
entrance to her twat. I pushed in slowly. She moaned
long and loud as I slid into her as far as I could go.
I pulled out all the way as slowly as I had entered,
then pushed back in quickly. June gasped, as if my dick
was forcing all the air out of her body.
I slid out again and worked up a rhythm, and still it
was as if the air was being forced out of her lungs.
With each thrust, she gasped louder and louder. I
humped her harder and faster. Her cries became louder,
and she lost control. She bucked and writhed against
me. She was coming. The waves of orgasm ripped through
her, she pounded the bed with her fist and screamed.
All this was too much for me. I was already worked up,
even before entering her bedroom, but now I was ready
to burst. My hip movements became erratic, and the
wires in my brain fused. My cock exploded and I filled
her with my seed. Two, three, four strong squirts. I
was finished, and collapsed at her side.
June fell beside me, her arm draped across my chest. We
both took deep breaths until eventually she propped
herself up her elbow and looked me in the eye.
"That was fantastic," she said. "I’m glad I took the
bus today."
We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an
uncontrollable fit of giggling.
"Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked eventually.
"Not at the moment."
"Well?"
"Are you asking me out?"
"Kind of," she said. "It’s just that I wouldn’t
normally sleep with a guy until the fourth or fifth
date, and since we’ve already fucked...."
"You think we should go out on four or five dates to
make up for it."
"Exactly."
I considered this for a moment. I hardly knew June, but
she seemed quite nice, she was gorgeous and she was a
great lay.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?"
"Nothing."
"Well I’ll cook here, on one condition."
"What’s that?" I asked.
"You go get some wine. Just don’t take the bus, you
never know who you might bump in to."
END
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