Meeting on the bus
Date: 11/4/2017, Categories: True Story, Consensual Sex, Group Sex, Author: nourishes_double, Source: sexstories.com
A few years ago I was travelling on a bus in a rural part of Scotland - it was a warm sunny day - rare for Scotland I know! There were only two of us on the bus - as well as the driver. The bus was struggling as it made its way to a place called Applecross - the steep road draining the life out of the engine. I was oblivious to this though, as throughout the bus journey, my eyes had been drawn to the short-haired stranger sitting opposite me. I couldn't take my eyes off her as every now and again when she moved, I would see a tantalising glimpse of creamy white thigh as her skirt split open for a few seconds. The buttons on her blouse were also undone, just enough for me to see she wasn't wearing a bra. When she looked over at me and caught me looking at her, I didn't look away - her eyes locked onto mine and I felt the air between us charge with electricity. Her eyes and smile communicated so much, but was I imagining it? I wasn't imagining the blood rushing into my cock thats for sure. Suddenly the bus lurched to a halt, and as we both moved forward, her dress parted and I saw her inner thighs, the sun shining off the smooth skin. I wanted her. She (I subsequently found out that she was named Rebecca - Bex) had short dark hair, a mischevious face, about 5'5'' in height, lovely slim body. The driver walked down to us and said he had to go and phone for some help - would we be OK sitting in the bus, as we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over to this beautiful ... stranger, smiled and said "Sure". As the driver closed the door, and began walking away from the bus, I looked over at her. She was smiling, and her eyes were sparkling as she stretched out in her seat. I could see her breasts pushing against the material of her blouse. Were her nipples erect? It looked like that to me. I was uncomfortable in my seat, as my erection was straining against my jeans. I stood up to loosen my limbs, and I saw her eyes move to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and her mouth broke into a sly smile. She leaned forward to pick up her bag and her blouse opened up allowing me to see her right breast, nipple pink and hard, begging to be licked, suckled, nipped between my teeth. She looked up at me, smiling, knowing where I was looking and not worried, in fact savouring what she was doing to me, how horny she was making me. At last we spoke; "fancy sitting outside in the sun" she suggested, and I offered her my hand to help her up out of her seat. The narrow aisle of the bus meant that when she stood up, her body was right against me, her breasts pushing into my chest, her thigh resting against my stiff cock. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming, but I controlled myself and I led her down the aisle towards the front of the bus, which had some steep steps to exit the front door on the right. As we walked to the front of the bus I looked towards the drivers seat where I could see our reflection in his rear-view mirror. She was in front of me but I could see the ...