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**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the
age of 18 (in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read
this in your country, then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes
for people who are offended by this type of material. No-one if
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**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American
images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get
confused from time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!!
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Bus-Stop
by marky
(c) Copyright 1998 marky
I fisted my cock and prepared to slip it into the beatiful blone girl
on her hands and knees on the bed in front of me. She turned her
head back to look at me and offered me some verbal encoragment. It
was hard to belive 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!
********************
My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk and had
finally given up the ghost. Unfortunatly I hadn't yet had a chance
to shop around for a new one, so I was resigned to taking the bus to
work. It wasn't so bad in the morning, I went in early and the bus
was always empty. It was a different story in the evenings though.
The mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town centre made
the jorney home very uncofortable.
This particular day I was late getting to the bus stop, and so the
bus was down to standing room only. And not very much standing room
at that. I got on, paid my fare and made my way towards the back of
the bus to let more people get on. She got on after me. A couple of
inches shorter than me, with a perfect crop of blonde hair, she stood
in front of me, both of us facing the front, as the bus pulled out of
the station.
We were already quite close, in each others 'space', and the scent of
her perfume flooded my nostrils. It was a musky, sexy smell, I
recognised it as being something expensive, but I couldn't tell you
what.
She had some heavy shopping bags on the floor by her, and I almost
offered to help her with them when more people got on the bus at the
next stop and we all had to move backwards. 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 aploigetic eyes.
"Sorry," she said, "Are you OK."
"Fine," I said, "Don't worry about it."
By now the bus was full, and she was standing pushed up against me.
She was shorter than me, I could just see over the top of her head,
but my crotch was still lined up against her glorious round ass. Her
scent was driving me wild, and I found myself picturing images that
any healthy hetrosexual male would have, given the situation. My
cock was begining to stir, I could feel it moving upwards and out.
This could be emmbarassing. I desparatley tried to think of the most
boring thing I could. Cricket, that's boring, but then I started
thinking about an article in Sunday's newspaper about some cricket
star who was great in bed according to his alledged lover. Shit,
must think of something boring. Snooker, no that was no good, I once
tried to teach a girlfriend how to play and it meant leaning over
her, my ass against hers. It didn't seem to matter what I thought
of, my over-sexed brain always made some conncetion to sex, which
only gave strength to my growing bludge.
I knew that the girl in front of me would be able to feel my dick
pushing against her ass by now. I was convinced that she could feel
every pulse as it filled with ever more blood. I was already
embarassed and she hadn't yet turned around and told me off. What
would it be like when she did? I was just thankful that most people
would be getting off the bus in a few stops time, and I could move
away from her to avoid the situation getting any worse.
Eventually the bus began to clear and seats became available. I sat
a couple of seats behind the blonde girl, and began to calm a little.
The hormones were raging though, and I decided to put my faveorite
porn movie on and have a good old fashioned wank when I got in.
Two stops before mine there was only five people left on the bus,
myself, and the blonde girl included. No-one got on or off at the
next stop, and I suddenly realised that there weren't too many stops
after mine. I prayed that the girl I had been forced to rub up
against stayed on when I got off, I would be so embarrassed
otherwise. Praying when you don't really belive in a god is a bit
silly, and any god that happens to hear your prayer is bound to take
the piss. As I rose to disembarke the bus, she did too. I was up
and past her seat, waiting for the bus to stop, before she had even
managed to get her multitude of shopping bags out from behind the
seat. Getting off the bus carrying only a newspaper I felt very
guilty as she struggled with her load. Being a softy at heart I
helped her down off the bus, and held some of her shopping for her as
she tried to work out the best way to carry it all.
"Look," I said, "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 here." 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 the street I live in." I said.
"Wow, what a coincedence."
I took the heaviest of her bags and we started to walk towards her
house. She lived further up the street than me, I since I don't go
up that end for any reason that might explain why I hadn't met her
before. Still, I knew most people in the street in some way.
"I haven't seen you around before," I said
"No, you wouldn't have. 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 Pat, or... No, you don't want to know my
other nicknames."
"Why on earth not?"
"They're not exactly clean, rugby club and all."
"I see."
I pointed out my house as we past it, and walked up the steet another
ten or so houses before she indicated that we had arrived at her
house.
"This is one of those they converted into flats isn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah, One up and one down. I'm on the top."
I walked her to the door where she took the shopping from me. As she
entered the house she turned to me 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 embarassed. I only
helped because I felt guilty after, you know on the bus." I felt the
blood rush to my cheeks and I started to go red.
"Ay, now who's being silly," she said, "The bus so full and we were
forced so close, I'd have been positivily offened if I hadn't gotten
a reaction. Now come on in and have a drink."
I relented and follwed her through the door and up the stairs to her
home, carrying the bags of course.
It was a small flat, a tiny little hallway leading off to four rooms,
which I assumed were kitchen, lounge, bathroom and bedroom. She
entered the hall and placed her bags on the floor.
"Just leave those there," she said with a hand wave to were she had
left her bags, "Come with me and I'll put the kettle on."
I followed her through one of the doors, and was surprised to find it
was the bedroom. No sooner had this fact registered with me than she
was shutting the door behind me and pressing me back against it.
"Oh, God," She said, her voice a deep growl, "Ever since I felt that
big cock of yours prodding my ass on the bus, all I've beem able to
think about was it pumping in and out of me."
She kissed me hard on the lips. I was surprised at first, but
settlled into it and kissed her back. It was a short, but very
passionate kiss, then she broke away, and reached down for my belt.
"Come on, lets see it."
She fumbled in her haste to open up my trousers and free my cock, but
when it was she held it in her hand and stared down at it.
"It doesn't look that big, but it felt huge pressed up against me.
Perhaps I need a better look."
She dropped to her knees so that her head was level with my dick.
She looked it over, examining it, before englufing it in her mouth.
She slurped noiseily on it for a while, moving her head back and
forth and driving me wild. I closed my eyes and leaned back on door,
enjoying the sensations she was giving me. She ran her tounge in
little circles my cockhead, and sucked more of dick into her mouth.
Suddenly she stopped and stood up again. 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. It was difficult
because my trousers were still around my ankles. When I finally got
there I plopped her down on the bed, which she bounced on. I reach
up and took hold of her panties, pulling them down and off.
It was my turn to fall to my knees, and once there I pulled her
towards me so that her bum was on the edge of the bed. I bunched her
skirt up around her waist then dived in to attack her dripping pussy
with my tounge. I licked along the length of her pussy lips, before
dipping it inside her slick hole. I reveled in her taste and the
sounds comming out of her mouth as she enjoyed my attentions. I
reached one hand up to find the soft flesh of her tit. One there I
massaged it and squeezed the nipple through the material of her dress
and bra. With my other hand I searched out her clit and began to rub
it gently with my thumb while still licking inside her with my
tounge.
Her vocalisations became louder and she reached down to grab my head,
pulling me closer to her.
"Oh yeah, Come on, Oh yeah."
She began to move her hips against my mouth as I moved my tounge in
and out of her as if it was a penis. Her hips found the same rythem
as my tounge, and she went from vauge words of encouragment to
totally incomprehensible sounds.
I pulled away from her and stood up. She wimpered her objection to
this action and reached up for me. I shook my haead at her, then
pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. She got the idea and jumped
up to her knees and her dress up and over her head. She was now
knelt on the bed in only a lacy white bra. She reached behind her
back and unclapsed it while I watched.
She tossed the garment across the room. I kicked off my trousers and
walked over to her on the bed.
"Turn around." I said.
She did, her pert little ass pointing at me. I grabbed it and gave
it a squeeze. She closed her eyes and moaned. This time I slapped
her ass gently, causeing the flesh of it to wobble. She wiggled her
hips at me in response.
I fisted my cock and prepared to slip it into the beatiful blone girl
on her hands and knees on the bed in front of me. She turned her
head back to look at me and offered me some verbal encoragment. It
was hard to belive 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!
"Come on baby, Fuck me." She said.
I could wait no longer. Ever since my cock had been pushed up
against her ass on the bus this was all I could think off. I lined
my cock up with the entrance to the twat and pushed it in slowly.
She moaned long and loud as I slid into her until my cock hit her
cervix. I pulled out all the way as slowly as I had entered, then
pushed back all the way in quickly. June gasped, as if my dick was a
piston, forcing the air out of her body.
I slid out again and began to work up a rythem, and still it was as
if the air was being forced out of her lungs with each thrust as she
gasped louder and louder.
I picked up the pace, humping her harder and faster. Her cries
became louder and she lost control as her hips began to buck and
writhe against me. She was cumming. As the waves of orgasm ripped
through her, she pounded the bed with her fist and was almost
screaming.
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 movments
became erratic and the wires in my brain fused as my cock exploded
and I filled her with my seed. Two, three, four storng squirts later
I was finished, and collasped at her side.
June collasped 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 glad I took the bus today."
We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrolable
fit of giggling for a short time.
"Have you got a girlfreind?" she asked eventually, when she had
stopped laughing.
"Not at the moment." I replied.
"Well.." she said.
"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 gourgous AND she was a great lay.
"Sounds good to me." I said
"Great, what have you got planned for dinner tonight?"
"Nothing."
"Well I'll cook here, on one condition."
"What's that."
"You buy the wine."
Some of the stories you hear about how couples met tend to be boring.
Some are very boring. While this one might not be so, it's hardly
the thing you'd tell your mother over dinner. June and I would have
to think of something else.
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**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Marky Everitt. You may keep a copy in a
personal archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for
personal use only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but
not the general public).
Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other
appropriate newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me
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This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a
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This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or
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or may not be based on material that the author has or has not read,
seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future.
Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or
otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand....
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Well I can't say I'm completely surprised,
You'll bonk anything won't you lister.
Rimmer - Red Dwarf
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