From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: PASSENGER 47
Date: 21 Apr 1996 18:37:16 GMT

                              Passenger 47

    I'd never enjoyed taking the bus cross-country before. 2000 miles,
4
days and countless stops away from my home town, I've always dreaded
the
ride home for the holidays.
    This year was different. Instead of the usual blue-haired
grandmother
with her lethal knitting-needles and endless family photos I usually
end up
beside, I found myself seated next to a stunning young blonde. She was
well
dressed and immaculately groomed, with long legs encased in sheer black
stockings. I could see the garter straps poking out from just below the
hem
of her skirt and her large breasts thrust against the white cotton of
her
blouse. She was busy writing in some kind of notebook, and when I tried
to
make conversation, made it clear she was not interested in passing the
time
of day. "Oh well," I thought "At least I won't have to listen to her
rambling on about her grand-children," and contented myself with
side-long
glances while we travelled east.
    The day passed slowly and as the bus rolled along across the
seemingly
endless prairie, the conversations around me dropped and the long night
settled in. Eventually, the motion of the bus and the full day of
boredom
caused me to drop off to sleep sitting up.
    I awoke during the night to a gentle stirring beside me. The girl's
lips were parted and her eyes were closed. I could detect a gentle
rustling
under the blanket she had thrown across her. When I heard her moan
softly
and saw her hips shift, I realised what she was doing. The blonde was
busy
masturbating not a foot away from me.
    I watched her face as the motions beneath the blanket continued.
She
had an amazing mouth and I stared as her full pink lips pursed and
stretched with the silent moans drawn from her. I could feel the blood
rushing to my cock as I watched her chest heave and her body squirm
against
the seat.
    It was starting to get uncomfortable. My jeans were bunched up from
sitting and my hardness strained against the rough denim. Careful not
to
disturb her, I slowly unbuckled my pants, unzipped them, and pulled my
straining member free. Not taking my eyes off her, I allowed myself
some
strokes of my own. Gently I squeezed my balls and thought of the
strange
situation before me. Here I was, jerking off on a moving bus while my
silent travelling companion was bringing herself off beside me. What a
day.
    Just then, I felt her hand clamp around mine. Briskly she pulled it
away from my swollen prick, and I bolted upright. "Don't," she said,
and
looked me straight in the eye. I thought I was busted for sure, but
that
was all she said. She let my hand go and took hold of my cock instead.
She
grasped it roughly, then reached around to my balls and took hold of
them
as well. She squeezed once and let go. She brought her finger up to my
face
and ran it under my nose. Her musk was strong and primal and when she
pulled her hand away it stayed with me.
    Without speaking, she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt
and
pulled it apart. I could see her breasts encased in a lacy black
brassiere
as she reached in to unhook the clasp at the front. Unhindered, her
tits
bounced free. They were large and full, with light brown areola and
deep
red meaty nipples. My cock jumped as I watched her hold them both,
squeezing them together. She looked at me as she pulled them towards
her
mouth, and her tongue darted out to flick at one, then the other.
    I looked anxiously at the heads of the sleeping passengers around
us.
As far as I could tell, no-one had caught on to the scene behind them.
    If the woman beside me was concerned about being discovered, she
certainly didn't let it show. When I looked back to where she sat, she
was
leaning further into her seat. The blanket she had kept over her was
kicked
down to her knees, and she had allowed her skirt to ride up higher over
her
thighs. She still had one hand on her breasts, plucking at the nipples
and
drawing circles around the flesh. Her other hand was between her legs,
running slowly along the insides of her thighs.
    I could see her lips already puffy and spread apart from her
earlier
handiwork. She had a well-groomed, dark bush, and the meat of her outer
lips was slick with juice and deepening in colour. Her swollen clit was
visible, pouting out from under its hood. She dipped her finger to her
centre, moistening it, and gasped as she touched bottom. I watched as
she
languidly stroked her slit from bottom to top and back down again. She
poked at her hole and her hips came off the seat as her finger
disappeared
inside. She pulled it out and brought it up to her own mouth. Her
tongue
wrapped around it, tasting her own juices, lips closing on the soaked
digit
down to the knuckle. Ever so slowly she pulled it out again, tongue
flicking out to catch every drop as the finger touched air.
    I reached out to touch one of her breasts but she brushed my hand
away.
"You'll get your turn," was all she said, and brought her hand back
down to
her glistening slit. Her fingers started working on her clit, rubbing
briskly across the engorged nub, then slackening in speed. Her hips
found
the rhythm, and jutted out with each renewed assault on her pleasure
centre. I looked at her face, her head thrown back against the
neck-rest of
the seat, eyes shut tight and lashes fluttering. Her mouth worked in
silent
rapture, lips flexing as the ecstasy overtook her. I watched as her
other
hand continued to pluck at the hardness of her nipples, pulling them
out
and releasing them again.
    I could feel my own arousal heightening, my cock dancing under the
blanket as I watched this stranger engaged in a most private act. My
balls
ached for release and my shaft was as rock-hard as it's ever been, but
I
didn't dare reach for it for fear of spoiling her moment. I had to
content
myself with the thrill of the spectacle and wait. I'd get my turn, she
had
said, and the thought of that would have to be enough for now.
    Her breathing was coming heavier now, the rhythm of her hand on her
clit picking up, her hips rising up off the seat. Her stifled moans and
sighs of ecstasy were rising in volume and I feared she might wake the
passengers around us. She was rubbing herself in earnest now, her hand
a
blur between her legs. Just then her whole body shuddered, hips
slamming up
to meet the thrust of her fingers. Her other hand squeezed hard on her
breast and she shook violently as her orgasm hit its peak. A single cry
came from her throat, and she settled back, twitching with the waves of
ecstasy as they hit. Her finger slackened, coaxing the lesser
aftershocks
as the intensity of her convulsions ebbed.
    She rested for a minute, lazily sliding her finger along her
shining
slit, occasionally twitching as the waning ripples of her orgasm hit
her.
Her eyes opened, and she looked at me where I sat staring at her. She
raised hand to mouth again, licking the sap from her glistening finger.
"Good boy," she said, " I guess you've earned yourself some attention."
    With that, she reached underneath my blanket to grasp my aching
prick
in her hand. I gasped as she touched it, and she put her finger gently
to
my lips. "Shh," she whispered, "we don't want to wake any of our
neighbours." Then she pushed the blanket off my legs, lowering her head
to
my straining shaft.
    Delicately she flicked her tongue across my shining cock-head. She
lapped at the pre-cum that had been smeared across the tip, poking
gently
at the hole where a fresh drop was beading against the cool air of the
bus.
Her lips closed around my shaft and I jumped as she suddenly engulfed
my
entire shaft down her throat. She pulled away and reached for the
pillow
beside her, folding it and placing it under my buttocks. This gave her
better access to my balls and ass, and her hand reached down to grasp
my
jewels.
    She lowered her face to my cock again and began slowly licking up
and
down the shaft, tongue swirling around the head at the tip of her
stroke
and back down. She took one of my balls into her mouth, then the other,
sucking gently as she let her fingernail scratch the sensitive area
between
my sack and my asshole. She stopped to let her finger play against my
hole,
making me squirm in my seat as she stretched her tongue to softly poke
at
the puckered muscle. She raised her head again, licking up as she went.
She
stopped at the tip and wrapped her mouth around me. She treated me to a
few
short strokes and followed them up with a deep one taking me back to
her
throat. Her finger continued to play against my ass while her other
hand
wrapped itself around the base of my shaft, pumping and squeezing as
she
sucked.
    I had been close to coming before she even touched me, but this new
attention was bringing my ultimate release closer with each fresh
sensation. She could sense it as well as my hips came up to meet her
face,
trying to drive myself further into her mouth. She was in no hurry to
bring
me off, and kept backing off from my thrusts, releasing me from her
mouth
and treating me to gentle flicks of her tongue and nibbling at my
aching
rod. She pressed her fingers together just below my swollen head,
causing
my cock to soften ever so slightly, allowing her more time to enjoy
what
she was doing.
    We continued like this for as bit, as she revelled in the control
she
had over my pleasure. I reached around to take her head in my hands,
trying
to pull myself further into her mouth, but again she brushed my hands
away
from her. I knew I was being louder than I should be considering where
I
was, but the feeling of this stranger's mouth on my cock was forcing
soft
moans from my throat. She was an avid and expert cock-sucker and was
clearly enjoying the power she had over my body.
    Eventually she'd had enough teasing, and started sucking me deeper
and
faster into her throat. Her hand on my shaft was pumping more
insistently
and when her finger suddenly rammed itself into my ass, scraping
against my
prostrate, I felt my balls boil over and my earth-shaking climax well
up
from deep within. My whole body shook and my hips slammed up off my
seat as
I felt the first shot of hot salty cum surge up and out of my cock. Her
mouth caught the first jet of spunk and she swallowed greedily as I
continued to pump wave after wave of sweet nectar down her throat. I
shuddered as the peak of my orgasm receded, and felt her throat muscles
relax against my draining manhood.
    She kept me in her mouth as the last of the convulsions washed over
me,
lapping up the dregs of cum that oozed softly from the tip of my
softening
cock. She pulled her finger out of my ass and gave me one last wash of
her
dexterous tongue as she pulled her head away from my pulsating member.
"That was just what I needed," she said as she gave my cock one last
squeeze. "Now I can get some sleep. Good night."
    She rearranged her clothing, sat back in her seat without another
word
and closed her eyes. I was dumbfounded by her indifference, but in no
position to complain. So, still reeling from the blow-job I'd just
received, I zipped myself up, lay back and basked in the afterglow
before
sleep overtook me.
    She was already awake the next morning when I stirred. She nodded
in my
direction but other than that paid no attention to me at all. I tried
to
make conversation, engaging her in small talk in an effort to make some
sense out of our previous evening's romp, but she balked. Eventually
she
lowered her crossword and said, "Look buster. I don't care who you are
or
what you do. I'm not interested in being your girlfriend or talking to
you
at all. As far as I'm concerned, when I get off this bus, we're never
going
to see each other again. I don't want to be here anymore than you do
and
the last thing I need is to talk bullshit to some college boy for the
next
3 days. Play by my rules and this could be the best trip home in your
life.
Keep talking and I'm going to have to ask the bus driver to move you."
    I shut my mouth and went back to my book.
    I spent my day reading and staring out the window as the highway
rolled
by. From time to time I'd look over at this strange woman beside me,
remembering the feel of her mouth on my cock and watching the curve of
her
breasts through her shirt. I stayed hard pretty much all day while she
continued to ignore me.
    At around five o'clock that evening she slammed her book shut in
frustration. "This is driving me crazy," she huffed, "I knew I should
have
flown." She stretched as she turned to me and said, "Meet me in the
washroom in two minutes. I have a job for you," then stood up and
walked
down the aisle.
    It was all I could do to sit still as the second hand spun twice
around
my watch. When the two minutes was up my cock was already pushing
against
my jeans. I made no effort to conceal the bulge as I strolled down the
aisle to the back of the bus. I noticed the odd suspicious glance from
my
fellow travellers as I passed the way she had just come.
    The panel on the bathroom door said vacant as I pushed it open and
stepped inside. She was sitting on the sink, her legs spread apart and
her
blouse undone. Her breasts hung freely against her tanned flesh and her
panties were bunched in a ball on the floor. "Lick me," she instructed,
"Make me come in your mouth." I turned to lock the door and dropped
obediently to my knees in front of her.
    I parked my face between her legs and inhaled deeply. Her scent was
pungent from last night's adventure while the new moisture that
collected
on her lips sent out fresh wafts of fragrance. Her feet were propped
against the door handle and the soap dispenser giving me plenty of
access
to her steaming hole. I went down on her slowly, revelling in her
perfume,
flicking my tongue gently across her swelling lips. Giving head is my
department, and for this go-round, I was setting the pace.
    I teased her for a while, slowly licking up her thighs and blowing
across her hole as my hands roamed across her body. My tongue parted
her
lips and grazed her clit. She tried to pull my head closer in, but
following her example, I brushed her hands away. I started licking up
her
slit with the flat of my tongue, stopping just below her clit and then
back
down to poke at her hole. I lapped at her wetness, scooping it up with
my
tongue and savouring it in my mouth. My hands went to her breasts and I
kneaded them, plucking at her hardened nipples with the tips of my
fingers.
I pointed my tongue and zeroed in on her pulsating button, pressing it
hard
against her hood. Her hips rocked on the counter as I rubbed my face
against her, bathing my mouth and cheeks in her dewy wetness. I brought
a
finger up between her legs and circled her entrance as my tongue
continued
to prod at her clit. She was pressed back against the wall, her hips
jutting out and head thrown back. I looked up at her closed eyes and
open
mouth, turned on by her quiet whimpers and gasps.
    Just then a knock came at the door, but she just moaned,
"Occupied,"
and pulled me back between her legs. I picked up the pace now, my
tongue
rasping faster against her nub, taking it in between my lips and
sucking
hard as my teeth nibbled it carefully. I jabbed my finger into her,
curving
upwards to stroke at her sopping tunnel walls. She ground herself
against
my face as the pressure of my tongue on her clit brought her closer to
climax. She humped against me and my tongue almost lost contact with
its
target as she came, shaking as it hit her, hips well off the counter
before
collapsing once more against the tiled wall.
    I lapped softly at her slit while her tremors subsided. Pulling me
up
by the ears she grunted, "Fuck me now. Put your cock inside and don't
stop
until I tell you to." Trembling, she unbuckled my belt, undid my jeans
and
pulled my throbbing cock towards her waiting pussy. She undid my shirt
and
stroked my chest as we came together, the tip of my cock pressing
against
her opening. She grasped it in her hand and rubbed it up and down her
slit,
moistening it with her juices. She brought it back down to the entrance
of
her honey hole, the muscles closing in around my head.
    With one smooth motion of my hips, I was inside, stroking slowly as
I
pushed further into her. Her lips sucked around my shaft as I pulled
back,
feeling her velvet walls clasping my rod. Thrusting back in, my balls
slapped against her ass and she groaned as I drove in to the hilt. We
started a slow rhythm together, pushing my cock to her depths and back
out
again till only the head was inside her. Her hand reached down at the
tip
of my stroke and rubbed itself along my exposed shaft before pulling it
back inside her. Her finger found her own clit and she rubbed it while
I
fucked her deeply. I reached around her back to pull her towards me, my
lips latching on to one of her turgid nipples and I sucked it hard into
my
mouth.
    Her moans were becoming more insistent and I could feel myself
grunting
along with her as we picked up the pace. She was thrashing on the
counter
as I slammed into her, each thrust bringing me deeper into her raging
centre. We'd lost all sense of discretion our moans increasing in
urgency
and volume while her shoulders slapped against the wall behind her, her
feet struggling to support her. I could feel my orgasm welling up
within me
and called for her to come with me. She rubbed furiously at her clit
while
my thrusting cock stimulated her insides. I felt myself peak as she
cried
out loudly, and with one final thrust bucked against her, my cock
exploding
deep inside, spraying her honey walls with jets of hot cum. Her legs
wrapped around my back and she wrenched me against her as her own
orgasm
coursed through her. I could feel her cunt muscles ripple around my
draining shaft and we shuddered together as we wound down.
    She pulled herself out from around me and stood up, buttoning her
shirt
as she did so. She reached up to kiss me for the first time cupping my
sticky cock and balls in her hand. I hitched up my pants while she
straightened herself out as best as she could before opening the
bathroom
door and stepping out into the bus. There were a couple of people
standing
by the door waiting to use the bathroom, and their eyes raked us
accusingly
as we returned to our seats. They knew what we'd been up to but what of
it?
As she'd said, once we get off this bus, none of us will ever see each
other again. And from the bulge in one of the waiting passengers'
pants, it
had been a performance worth hearing.
    The woman kept her distance for the rest of the trip, as far as
conversation goes. Before the bus finally rolled into my hometown I'd
had
another blow-job and masturbated her to orgasm anytime she pulled my
hand
under her travel-blanket. Our last night on the bus saw her mount me in
my
seat with her back towards me, riding me home while our hands roamed
together across her breasts. The rest of the passengers kept their
distance
as well and the driver fixed us both with some stern looks as we
climbed
off the bus.
    As expected, we went our separate ways at the terminal. Before we
parted, she turned to me and finally told me her name, "It's Sasha,"
she
said, "Have a good vacation, OK". I just waved and watched as she
rounded
up her luggage, asked a quick question of a depot employee and boarded
another bus going back in the same direction we'd just come.