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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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