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Late Night Bus Trip
by L.J. Kobie (kobie.lj@hotmail.com)
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A late night bus trip satisfies two strangers. (MF,
rom, mast)
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It began around 11:00 p.m. in San Francisco at the Grey
Dog depot. I was coming back to my hometown for a
visit. Having arrived later than expected I had to rush
to catch the bus. When I got on most of the seats were
already occupied so I made the slow walk back looking
both left and right for a seat.
I was almost to the rear of the bus before I saw a
place to sit. I put my bag up and before taking my seat
I noticed that the person next to the window was a
woman. She was staring out the window and could care
less who was sitting next to her.
It was late and even though my body was tired my mind
was awake. It had been more than a year since I had
been home and I was reflecting on memories of times
passed, catching up on the news of old friends, and
generally looking forward to a good time.
Before long the bus had fired up its engine, the driver
engaged the gears and we were off. I hadn't ridden the
bus for a cross country trip before and thought that it
would be an interesting diversion from the plane. I had
no idea what a trip it would be.
We had gotten on the freeway heading south. The first
scheduled stop was only an hour and half away. I
snuggled best I could into the seat looking for a
little nap. The sound of the engine was amplified
keeping me from sleeping but there were several folks
already fast asleep, their heads bowing downwards...
veterans of the Grey Dog. I glanced to my right to see
if the woman next to me was also sleeping.
What I could see of her in the dim light looked nice...
the profile of her head propped up in the corner of the
seat against the window, eyes closed and a slight smile
on her face, as if she were having a good dream. I
finally found some comfort and sleep overtook me.
Before I knew it the bus had reached its first stop. I
could hear the rumblings of the passengers, some of
whom were departing. Of course there were others
boarding to take their place - musical chairs is what I
thought and I turned my head to look out the window.
She was awake. I nodded my head with that silent hello
and gave her a smile. Her eyes still not quite awake
brightened up and she returned the greeting.
A short time had passed; the new passengers found their
seats and the bus again hit the road. It was well past
midnight and the air was getting colder. I wondered if
this bus had a heater. I was not dressed for the
temperature change at all. My feet and legs were
beginning to chill. I looked out the window again and
of course I couldn't see much.
The woman next to me must have felt the same chill but
she was prepared. She reached under her seat and pulled
out a blanket which she spread over her legs and tucked
her heat in. She glanced over at me while doing that
and again with that nice smile.
"Are you getting cold?" she asked. Her voice was soft
as to not wake up the sleeping passengers.
"Yeah, my legs and feet are really getting cold in
here."
She pulled her blanket and draped part of it over my
legs. Her forearm rubbed up against my own. There was a
pleasant response I felt from that simple contact, one
that warmed me. I smiled back at her, "Thank you. Thank
you very much," I said while looking into her eyes.
"You're welcome," and she patted my arm and left her
hand there - right on my forearm. This was a surprise!
I sure didn't mind at all and reached over and gently
patted her hand above the blanket and let it stay...
She began slowly rubbing my arm then went down to my
wrist, her fingers inching towards my hand. Needless to
say I found this to be pretty hot. Here I was in a bus
in the middle of the night sitting next to a woman, a
perfect stranger, and she's rubbing my hand.
I turned my hand over and our fingers entwined. We
simultaneously squeezed our fingers together then held
them tightly for several seconds before slowly
releasing them. Her hand went to my right thigh and
lingered there for a brief moment. I guessed she was
looking for a response so again with my left hand over
the blanket lightly covering her left hand, with a
brief, light squeeze I gave her assurance that whatever
she was doing was alright with me.
Her fingers traced my right thigh - back and forth,
back and forth, so slowly and cautiously, as if she
were doing something she shouldn't but wanted to. I was
by then getting hard and my breathing was getting
heavier. I knew I had to slow down and relax and meet
her pace. I took a deep breath and held it for several
seconds before releasing it slowly. My hand sought out
her left thigh... I would reciprocate, gladly.
During this time, other than her offering to share her
blanket, I had not looked at her. I was just enjoying
the mysterious play that was going on between us. I
turned my head to the right to look at her but was
surprised to see her own face turned, staring out the
window. Her profile in the darkness of the bus revealed
her right hand up against her mouth, her fingers
tracing her lips, her breathing fogging the cold
window. She made no effort to look my way but only
continued tracing my thigh as I did hers.
I straightened up my head, closed my eyes and felt her
delicate touch move up towards my cock. Softly and
slowly she traced the outline of my erection against my
pants. I stretched my legs as best I could in the
confines of the seating area. I was offering myself to
her and as I did, I began pulling up the material of
her skirt, an inch at a time at first, then when she
raised her left leg up I found it very easy to pull the
skirt up, revealing most of her warm and smooth thighs.
My hand slid between the softness of her legs. It felt
absolutely wonderful! The warmth of her flesh made the
cold night air of the bus meaningless.
She unzipped my pants. She was a master of her left
hand as she fingered her way in and quickly found her
way to my naked stiff cock. I glanced over to her again
as I ran my right hand up to her pussy. She didn't have
any panties on! She opened her legs as wide as the seat
would allow, all the time staring out the fogged
window, two of her fingers on her right hand now inside
her mouth... sliding in and out as if she were finger
fucking her own mouth all the while squeezing my hot
swollen cock.
My fingers easily found their way to her very moist and
hot lips. I traced her lips from the bottom slowly up
to her clit then down again... around and around, only
spending a brief moment on her clit. She slid her ass
towards my fingers, all the while sucking her two
fingers staring out the window. With that move of hers
I slowly slid my middle finger into her.
It went in so smoothly that I placed a second finger in
followed by a third. I could hear her muffled moans and
she adjusted herself to make entry even easier. I
finger fucked her with the same pace that she used with
my own cock. In and out, in and out, I was in a state
of divine delirium here in the back of a bus going down
the freeway in the middle of the night. Perfect
strangers, the both of us, touching, feeling, grabbing
each others sex under the blanket.
My dick was pulled out and standing so goddamn stiff I
thought of nothing but the moment - this woman's hands
now jerking me off with a vengeance. I didn't give a
shit if everyone on the bus was looking or not by that
time, and apparently she didn't either... her forehead
now rammed against the glass and the condensation of
the window exploding into beautiful abstracts reflected
from the occasional oncoming lights. Her fingers were
in her mouth quieting her cries of pleasure. I could
hear her moans subside, her fingers now out of her
mouth, as she took a deep breath...
She leaned to her left and faced me for the first time
since sharing her blanket, her left hand still holding
my cock. She angled herself towards me and with her
right hand going under the blanket she now grabbed me
with both hands, fingers stiffened, palms against my
naked cock, she finished me off. I came like never
before, shooting deep within her blanket, over and over
until I had no more. I was completely and totally
relaxed. I put both my hands over hers and gave her a
squeeze.
The bus began slowing down; taking an exit... it was
arriving at the next stop. She whispered to me to zip
up. She was at her destination. I quickly got myself
together and she folded up her blanket and after the
bus came to a stop, she excused herself. I got up and
she got her bag from the rack and with her blanket in
hand, she walked away into the cold night air.
I slid over to her seat and leaned my head against the
window. Raising my right hand up I could smell her sex
mixed against the smell of her hair. I breathed against
the window and there in the condensation was the
outline of her lips. I kissed them as I caught a
glimpse of her for the last time...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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