Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: The Bus Ride  MF, cons)
Date: 24 Nov 1995 05:23:34 GMT

			     The Bus Ride

	It had been a normal day, I was riding home on the bus through
the darkness thinking of the cold lonely apartment that awaited me, of
the lonely dinner in front of the TV. I happened to look up during my
musings and I saw her looking at me. She was of medium height, dark
glossy hair fixed just so. She had a beautiful figure dressed in a
tailored suit.

	Without willing it I got up and walked over to her and asked
if I could sit down beside her. She nodded. As I sat down, she looked
at me with such intensity and desire that I almost missed the seat.

	After I had sat down she reached over and placed her hand on
my thigh. Not knowing what to do exactly, I put my hand on hers.

	Continuing to look at me with desire, she said, "I need
someone tonight. Will you help me?"

	I replied, "Sure, what can I do for you?" Even then I think I
already suspected what she needed.

	"Get off at the next stop with me," she said.

	We got off at the next stop and walked down the street to a
hotel.

	She said, "Please check us in and please don't ask any
questions."

	As I went to check in, I wondered about her desire for a
stranger.

	As we were going up the elevator she said, "Pretend you're my
lover and this is our anniversary of our first date. And please, no
questions, just play the part."

	We walked down the hall to the room as lovers would, in each
other's arms, trying to be as close to each other as possible.

	As we got to the room, she said, "Give me a couple of minutes,
then I'll let you in." I let her in the room and waited. Five minutes
later she called and I let myself in.

	She was moving around the room in pink, almost transparent
underwear. The room was white and pale gray with green fittings in the
bathroom. The bed was broad enough for a whole orgy. The broad windows
looked down into the street where an occasional neon light flashed.

	Slowly undressing, I looked at her appreciatively. She moved
towards me and and twirled round in a little pirouette in front of me.

	"How's that," she asked.

	Through the tight, high-holding brassiere I could see the
sharp points of her nipples, darker than the surrounding skin which
pushed it outwards in balloon-like tautness. The little, pink panties
held her buttocks in a tight embrace like another layer of skin,
revealing half of the orbs, and through the front of them I saw the
dark muff of her hair with the protrusion of flesh behind it, pushing
out the material.

	"Lovely," I said, "But I want to see them off."

	"Am I making you hot?" she asked with a sensual laugh.

	I stripped off my own pants and my penis shot up into the air.

	"You're really quite an athlete," she said, looking over my
body and then letting her dark eyes rest on my stiff member. "I hope
you're capable of a good athletic performance."

	I moved towards her and said, "You're so exciting even with
them still on, I hope seeing them off isn't a disappointment."

	"It won't be," she said.

	I reached for her and she moved into my arms, hot and sweet-
smelling. She was one of those women who, as soon as a man touches
her, seems to melt to a jelly, to tremble and whimper with excitement.
I felt her body shivering against me as I unhooked the brassiere and I
heard her murmur with passion.

	The bra came away and fell to the floor and now I felt her
resilient breasts hot, too, against me with the pointed nipples heavy
and digging in my chest.

	"Oh, Oh," she murmured as I ran my hands in a long quick
caress over her back, bringing my fingertips up her spine and then
moving them round to feel her breasts, bulbous and bursting under the
palms of my hands. I squeezed them gently and massaged the nipples,
which grew long and erect under my gentle manipulation.

	"Oh darling," she whispered. She was trembling from head to
toe. I could feel her thighs trembling against me and my prick, riding
up between them, snuggled against the soft heat of her flesh, was
tingling along its length like sharp pins and needles.

	I ran my hands down her back and gently pushed and pulled the
pants down over her buttocks, feeling them slide reluctantly off her
hips. She gave a little wriggle of help and then shook her thighs so
that they slipped down and fell to the floor. Gasping a little, she
stepped out of them, leaving them in a pink, crumpled pile on the
floor.

	I rubbed her bottom gently in little, round gestures over the
crack which separated the two. She began to wriggle against me and put
her arms around my neck, murmuring little animal noises all the time.

	Cupping her buttocks in my hands, feeling their weight and
form and texture, raising them and her slightly up my body, I moved my
fingers between her legs from behind reveling in the moist flesh I
found there.

	"Oh, I can't stand it!" she said, quickly.

	She pulled my face down and crushed her lips with bruising
force against my mouth, opening her lips wide, and after an instant's
extreme tension, hurtling her tongue into my mouth. She gave little
whimpers all the time as I pressed and rubbed myself against her. Her
tongue seemed to fill my mouth, reaching down to my throat.

	With an effort, I withdrew my lips from her and moved my mouth
down onto her neck, bruising it with bites and kisses. She threw her
head back and the full neck strained hard against me.

	"Let's see how you look with them off, now," I said, softly.

	After a second or two, she moved away from me, still trembling
and shaken and turned in another pirouette. My eyes feasted on her
lush curves. The sight of her breasts and buttocks moving with lives
of their own, of her sinuousness rounding to fullness at her most
exciting points, made my penis thrill.

	"Yes, you do look better with them off," I said. "You should
never wear those pants again."

	She waggled her bottom at me.

	"Do you like my bottom?" she asked. "Do you really think I
have a nice body?"

	Her words excited me almost beyond endurance.

	"I've never seen one look so good," I said.

	"Do you think you're lucky to have it for yourself... to do
what you want with it?"

	"A man never had such good fortune. I can't wait to show how
much I appreciate it. But you'll know as soon as we start to make
love."

	She glided quickly towards me and wound herself around me,
mouthing little cries, her eyes closed, her body in a fluid torment
all around me. It was more than I'd expected.

	Kissing her, wildly, I felt her hand slither down to my aching
prick and touch it, sending sparks along it thick fatness. She stroked
it gently, with little nervous, fluttering gestures and then held it
firmly and squeezed it hard so that her hand crushed into its
resistant, spongy tissue and made me gasp.

	I picked her up, putting my arms around her, lifting her by
her buttocks. She wound her legs, warm and smooth, around my hips as I
carried her and placed my prick against her vagina. She was groaning
and murmuring incoherently. Then she wriggled down and slumped on the
rigid member so that it shot into her with a strong thrust which made
her gasp and go wild and her lips clamped around my glans so moistly
and firmly that I had to restrain myself from falling with her onto
the floor and fucking her there.

	We reached the bed with her jogging on the end of my organ
with every step we took.

	I lowered her onto the bed and moved straight in to lie
between her widespread thighs which invited me not to linger. I fell
between them in the same movement as I placed her on the bed and
immediately began to screw into her, gritting my teeth with passion.
Her body began to move with wild abandon.

	"Oh, oh, oh!" she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails
hard into my shoulders, waving her crotch wildly at my prick, scraping
her buttocks along.

			       The End