1. Ballerina Bus Stop


    Date: 5/15/2018, Categories: True Story, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Straight Sex, Rape, Author: Brimd, Source: sexstories.com

    I ride the 33 each day after my regular 9 to 5 job. I eat a ham sandwich, sometimes grab a drink at the local bar on the way home from my stop, get home, watch tv, jerk off, rinse and repeat. I see my friends on the weekends for some cards and cigars, and we bitch about work, and our shitty ass sports teams, and they complain about their wives or women. My house is usually the hub for most of these occasions, on account of the last topic being harder to bitch about when the subject is fixing us dinner. I honestly didn't see myself with such a boring life style when I was younger, being 6’4 and bulky I was always in sports in high school, always had friends, parties, sex, plenty of sex. But I got caught up in making quick cash out of high school to keep up my party life style, and hell, before I knew it I was 35, everyone else around me had “careers” and the “party” kind of went down hill. Now the only time I meet women, they’re drunk, and trashy, their eyes are glazed over, and they don't remember my name anymore than I remember theirs. But anyway, back to my bus. So it was a normal day, regular routine, and I was waiting at my stop when I saw my bus would be delayed, it was November in the West Coast so of course it was down pouring. When I looked up the next bus, it said it wouldn't be here for another 30 minutes. Damn Rioters down town must have been causing trouble again. Luckily my GPS told me there was an alternate bus route I could take on the 34, two blocks over, and ...
    I pulled my hood up and stalked away in the directions listed. The stop was on a main road and a good sized crowd of people all waited around, ignoring each other. I stood there, aiming to do the same. glancing around as I took out my phone I saw the back of a petite red head with her hair in a bun. The bun looked like it had been neat at one point, but the rain had taken care of that, making it messy, with wisps of orange tendrils falling down her the back of her neck. Her back was to me, so I got a solid minute to check out her ass. She hardly stood above five foot, if that, with a willowy frame, slim shoulders and cinched waist, her ass stood out as the main feature, tight in a pair of plain black yoga pants, it was round and arched away from her back protruding out and curving back in to meet with nicely rounded hips and slender little legs, finishing off with metallic heels. The bus pulled up then, and we all silently marched on, avoiding eye contact. I made sure to position myself in the back to get a better look at the red headed girl with the bun, wanting to see the rest of her. She did not disappoint. Having not gotten a seat, she was position with her back to a set of taken seats, the two guys behind her giving her the same thrice over I had just given her, but now she was facing me, body extended to reach the bus handle to keep her in place, I could have stared at her all damn night. on tippy toes, arm protracted, she resembled a ballerina, the bun completing the ...
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