On the Bus

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A horny girl finds an unexpected treat on the bus.
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I glanced at the couple in the seats opposite me. She was leaning on him, eyes shut and he was staring out of the window. Good. I'd spent the previous night at a gathering of the clans, stoned and chatting to one of the DJs, all brown eyes and flashing grin and sexy Irish accent. As dawn had approached we'd decamped to the cliff edge and made out over the firey trails that the rising sun had tattooed on the water, hands, lips, nipples, cock, pressure here and a caress there, thigh between thighs and urgent movement, but nothing more. I had been soaking wet and about to take him down my throat when his friends came looking for him. Very frustrating.

I wriggled in my seat and let the soft material of my top slide across my breasts. My nipples sprang erect and I moved again, feeling them rub against the course lace. The friction sent a pang down to my groin. Another wriggle and the seam of my jeans pressing against my clit; some relief, but not enough. Not nearly enough. I pressed my thighs together, and glanced across at the couple. Still oblivious. I positioned myself so that even if he turned around he'd see nothing untoward and slowly moved my hand up my t-shirt, pulling the lace of the bra down and to the side, rolling my right nipple between thumb and forefinger. Surreptitiously, I took my hand out and licked my fingers and then went back to rubbing the nipple, squashed up against my bra. I breathed deeply. I wanted to cum so badly but there was no way I could do more than this. I moved my hand across my breasts and did the same with the other nipple, then both hands on both breasts, turned towards the window in the hope that nobody noticed, writhing in my seat, a little. I groaned a little, forgetting where I was.

I glanced over my shoulder at the couple and saw the man, with a shock of blonde hair and sky blue eyes, looking at me with a startled expression. He hadn't seen anything, had he? I avoided his gaze, and moved as if I was adjusting my underwear (I was) and settled back. Another hour of this and I would be home with my collection of toys. I ran through them in my mind; the rabbit or the g-spot vibrator? I'd certainly be using the nipple clamps.

Thinking about my toys made me gush; my knickers were clinging to my labia and were soaking wet. I opened my legs slightly and could smell the rich almondy flavour of precum. No good. I closed my legs, pressing my thighs hard against each other, feeling my swollen cunt press tightly against my jeans. Not able to help myself, I groaned again.

The man across the aisle carefully disentangled himself from his girlfriend. "You'll be more comfortable with more space to sleep in, darling," he said, in a tender tone, and came and sat by me. "You don't mind?" he asked me. "You looked like you could do with some company."

Inwardly I was cursing. "Of course," I said, giving one final wriggle. My nipples, still erect, were prominent against my top.

"I couldn't help but notice how hot it is," he said, standing up to open a window. As he sat down, his hand brushed against my breasts. I took a sharp breath as I felt an electric tingle through my body. How could I carry on a conversation feeling like this?

"Oh, I am sorry," he said, and reached over and pinched a nipple. "I couldn't help but notice what you were doing and I wondered if you would like some help with those."

I opened my mouth, unable to speak for some seconds. "Yes please," I said.

He put his hand down my top and cupped my breast, squeezing it softly. "Is this what you want?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Oh, yes, please. Yes"

"It's a bit public, though," he said, "Can't be too careful."

He ran a finger down the fly of my jeans, and then, as my legs opened, along the seam covering my clit, rubbing up and down. I felt my hips bucking, pressing against his hand. "Oh, yes please," I said. "Please."

"Best not," he said, taking his hand away. He leaned towards me, his body hiding me from view.

"Where are you from?" he asked. "What a treat to find someone in this state on the bus! Really, I should know your name, but it's much better like this. Do you want me to carry on?" and he put his hand on my thigh, half way up. I bucked and moaned.

"Yes," I said. "Yes."

He pulled the zipper of my jeans down, and slowly inserted an index finger down my opening, teasing the clit. I felt myself throbbing and pressed up against his finger, trying to pull his whole hand down and in. Into me.

"Now, now," he said. "Don't be greedy."

"I want to cum," I said, gasping, reaching for his cock, bulging in his trousers.

"Oh, no, I've got a much better idea," he said, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny travel vibrator. He switched it on and ran it up and down my cunt on the outside of my trousers. I gasped. I had no control left. Some part of my brain wondered about the noise, but the rest of me didn't care. I put my hands back on my nipples and lost myself in the sensation. I wanted more.

He put his hand inside my knickers. "My, my, you are wet," he said, thrusting two fingers up my cunt, circling the swollen nub, squeezing hard. "Do you really want it"

"Yes, I really want it," I said.

"I can't hear you," he said. "Do you really want it? Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yes, I really want to cum," I said, loudly. Two people three rows ahead turned around. "Cum to your house," I added.

"You're going to have to do it yourself while I watch," he said. "I'm faithful to my girlfriend, after all."

I took the vibrator and pulled my trousers down around my hips, pressing the cold steel up against my cunt, slippery with juice. I rubbed it around my lips, feeling the pressure building, wanting more, and then slipped it inside, pushing and stretching my cunt, with a feeling of relief. I pulled my trousers up, crossing my legs to push the vibrator further into me. I felt the heavy weight inside, and waves of sensation like liquid gold radiating out. I put my hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples hard, hips rotating. I gasped. So near, and yet so far. I hung on the edge of a precipice, over the cliff.

"Oh, that's excellent," he said. "Very pretty. Are you cumming yet?"

Some small part of me resented being played with like this. "No," I said. "I like it like this. You're not good enough to make me cum." I smilled at him.

Behind him, his girlfriend coughed. "Darling," she said. I looked at her and she had one hand between her legs and the other rubbing her breasts. "Make her cum. For me!"

He smiled, and leant over and kissed me, one hand sliding down my trousers to finger my ring. Push, push, push, forwards into the vibrator and back into his finger, sliding in and out. I felt the orgasm growin. "No," I said, wriggling away, but every movement I made gave more sensation. "No," I moaned as it grew and came crashing over me like the waves on a beach, repeating contractions, "No," I yelped as I gave up to it and in to it, bucking like a boat on heavy sea and the tides of pleasure and releasemrolled over me and I came again and again and again and again.

"There," he said. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" and he patted me on the shoulder.

"I've got to do my girlfriend now," he added, and moved back across the aisle.

"But I've got your vibrator," I said.

"It's yours now," he said. "Watch."

And I did.

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missmoaneymissmoaneyalmost 13 years ago
Nice

I've always had a thing for bus stories, this is one of my favorites.

AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago

that was ACE! would love to see a follow-up and brilliantly written. Good call :)

CassieKCassieKalmost 15 years ago
What bus was that?

A hot story, I haven't been on a bus in years, but I might start taking them from now on.

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