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This story was first posted in November 1998 by the me under a diferent name.
Since then I has moved on with my life. I have moved in with my girlfriend,
moved to a new town, and got a new job. I feel that a change in pen name is
appropriate.
Revision 1.2
Original posted in November 1998
Comments can be sent nobby.nobbs@virgin.net
**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 forcing you to read it, if you don't like it,
don't read it.
**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!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes from the
Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett.
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Bus-Stop
by Nobby Nobbs
(c) Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs
When people ask us how we met, I have to smile and reply, "On the bus." Of
course they can't be told the whole story, and those who spot June and I looking
at each other and grinning like Cheshire cat's ask what's going on. Imagine how
embarrassing it was at dinner with her parents.
This is the first time that the true story of how we met has been shared to
anyone other than ourselves.
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My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk and had finally
given up the ghost. Unfortunately 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 journey home very uncomfortable.
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
apologetic 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 heterosexual male would
have, given the situation. My cock was beginning to stir, I could feel it
moving upwards and out. This could be embarrassing. I desperately 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 alleged 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
connection to sex, which only gave strength to my growing bulge.
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 embarrassed 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 favourite 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 believe 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 disembark 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 coincidence."
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 street 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 embarrassed. 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 positively offended if I hadn't got a reaction. Now come
on in and have a drink."
I relented and followed 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 been 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 settled 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 engulfing it in her mouth. She slurped noisily 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 tongue 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 tongue. I licked along
the length of her pussy lips, before dipping it inside her slick hole. I
revealed in her taste and the sounds coming 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 tongue.
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 tongue in and out of
her as if it was a penis. Her hips found the same rhythm as my tongue, and she
went from vague words of encouragement to totally incomprehensible sounds.
I pulled away from her and stood up. She whimpered her objection to this action
and reached up for me. I shook my head at her, then pulled my T-shirt up and
over my head. She got the idea and jumped up to her knees and her pulled 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 unclasped 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,
causing 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 beautiful blonde 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 encouragement. It was hard to believe 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 rhythm, 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 movements became erratic and the
wires in my brain fused as my cock exploded and I filled her with my seed. Two,
three, four strong squirts later I was finished, and collapsed at her side.
June collapsed 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'm glad I took the bus today."
We both burst out laughing, and were overtaken by an uncontrollable fit of
giggling for a short time.
"Have you got a girlfriend?" 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 gorgeous 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."
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**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Mark G. 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 you have reposted :->
This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by
anyone other than the author and copyright holder.
This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or otherwise. The
names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to
protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may 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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She'd stopped reading the kind of women's magazine that talked about
romance and knitting and started reading the kind of women's magazine that
talked about orgasms, but apart from making a mental note to have one if
ever the occasion presented itself she dismissed them as only romance and
knitting in a new form.
-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)
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