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Everything can happen in a bus, you are going to read something that happened in real life and it’s for you to choose whether you believe it or not.

I was looking forward to meeting her in the bus. I’d changed my working schedule since the first time I saw her. I did everything just to see her every day in the bus. She was always sitting in the front. I remember the first time I saw her. I got on the bus and when I turned round to take a seat I saw her. I was standing rooted to the spot. She was so beautiful that it made my head feel dizzy.

She was smiling at me. I was always sitting behind her in the bus. I desperately wanted to sit near her, to feel her soft hair tickle my elbow. I badly wanted to start chatting with her. Just idle talking, nothing special. But the bus was always empty and I guess it could be very impudent to sit close to her, when there were so many vacant seats around. Especially after my non-ambiguous glances.

She was a tall gal with wonderful brown hair. She had plump lips and enchanting blue eyes. She didn’t seem to be into fashion, she was very conservative, as it seemed. But her business suit looked so damn sexy. She always wore high heels, pearl earrings and a necklace. I could smell her perfume. So, she was a real mystery to me, and I could never stop wondering what such an ideal woman could be doing in our bus.

Once, I was thinking about her when standing at the bus stop. Well, actually, it wasn’t once that I was thinking about her, I was thinking about her 24\7. When I saw her in the bus, my look kind of greeted her: “Hi, I’m glad to see you again.” Her look told me the same. We were just looking at each other, not sharing even a single word. I wanted to say “hi’, and then sit down near her. But then I looked at my wedding ring and told myself it was all very stupid. I was just flirting. No commitments. I loved my wife so much and I didn’t want to cheat on her. But my dreams… we were having sex in my dreams. But those were just dreams. At least, they couldn’t do harm neither to me, nor to my wife or my family.

I got on the bus. I turned round and saw her, I was enchanted by her beauty – a usual situation. She was wearing a white suit, a white silk blouse, pearl earrings and a necklace. I looked into her eyes, smiling, saying hello. I tried to pretend I didn’t really care. Man, my “hello” sounded so trivial! Like I couldn’t think up anything better to say! I wanted it to sound somewhat special, but I guess I screwed up the whole thing. She smiled in response, raising her left eyebrow:

-Hi.

-Nice to meet you, - I said laughing and took my seat behind her.

Well, I must admit, my attempt to start a conversation didn’t fail. At least I’d expected everything to be much worse. I’m in the habit of reading a paper on my way to the office. But that time soft but strong aroma of her perfume made my head feel dizzy again. Letters blurred. I looked up and saw her face and her wonderful hair. When it was her stop, she stood up from her seat and looked at me. She was smiling:

-OK, see you tomorrow.

I was beyond myself with pleasure.

-Have a nice day. – I told her.

She smiled again and got off the bus. I was damn lucky that morning! I made it! It could be a great beginning of our friendship. I was working on developing our relations up till the end of the week. Now we were not only smiling at each other, we were also chatting about different stuff. I didn’t really care about talk, her voice – it was the most important thing for me. It was like beautiful music. I enjoyed every sound of every word.

It was Monday. I got on the bus, turned round, but… she wasn’t there. No, she couldn’t just disappear! I thought in disappointment. Probably, she was just late for the bus, that’s all. Then I saw her. She was sitting on the back seat. She smiled in seeing me. I was upset, very much upset. She violated our everyday ritual. I’m sure she guessed what I was thinking about that moment. I went to sit near her. I felt a strange mixture of curiosity and frustration. When I was standing near her, she took her bag from the seat, sort of inviting me to sit there with her. I couldn’t miss such a chance. And I couldn’t help asking her:

-Why are you sitting here today?

It was the first time we were sitting close to each other. I couldn’t believe it was really happening.

-It’s the best seat for bad girls. – She winked at me.

She was so sexy, my dick reacted to her words at once.

-What is the bad thing you’ve done? – I asked her, accepting the rules of her game.

-I haven’t yet. – She said quietly. – I’m just going to.

-What exactly… - I didn’t finish the sentence. I felt her hand caressing my groin. – Oh….

She gave me a sign to keep silent. I didn’t know what to do. It was so weird. I hadn’t had other lovers but my wife for several years. And I knew my wife so well, that she wasn’t very interesting for me anymore. But it was something totally new. That beautiful stranger was fondling me (I didn’t even know her name). I guess there’s not a man who would be against such caressing. Anyway, I was pretty nervous, I didn’t want other passengers to see what we were doing there. I wanted to make her stop, but I couldn’t.

-It feels so good to be with you, - she whispered in my ear, kissing the lobe.

She unzipped the fly and set my cock free. She was tickling it with her long nails. I was very hot. I still couldn’t believe that my dream girl was sitting so close to me. I wanted her. I wanted her more than anyone else. I wanted to fuck her. But we were in the bus! It was more than I could take! She kissed me then. Then she bent her head and kissed my dickhead. I looked around, nobody paid any attention to us. She was sucking my cock. Ooh, yes! My wife hadn’t sucked me since our honeymoon, and now a stranger was making my pervert dreams come true!

I was patting her hair. Her head was moving up and down. I can’t find words to describe my sensations that moment.

-Yeah, honey, cum in my mouth. Give me your juices, - she moaned.

I was ready to do what she was asking me. I was on the verge of cumming. Then the bus stopped and several more passengers got on the bus. Seemed they were going in our direction. I came! It was terrific, I hadn’t had such a strong orgasm for ages. A huge stream of cum spurted in her mouth, while the new passengers were getting closer to us. Man, we were about to be caught! She was still milking me. I felt incredibly good but we just had to stop it. Suddenly she took the half-flaccid pecker out of her mouth and covered it by my shirt. She leaned back, pretending to be sleeping. One of the passengers came up very close to us and sat in front of our seat. He didn’t see anything. I bet she didn’t know we could get in jail if she didn’t raise her head that moment. I turned my face at her:

-Babe we were almost caught!

She smiled and took me by the hand. First I thought she just wanted to show me what she felt for me. But when she put my hand on her crotch, rubbing it, I realized she wasn’t going to stop. She’s crazy, I thought. We weren’t alone anymore, but she wanted to go on. Adventurous girl, I thought. She wasn’t holding my hand anymore, it was me who was fondling her now. I didn’t notice her pull off her panties. She put them in my pocket. I was absorbed by our risky but hot game. I looked around, seemed nobody saw us. Then I got my hand under her skirt and moved it upwards. I liked to touch her legs. They were soft and smooth. Then I found something that wasn’t supposed to be under her skirt. I thought it to be a dildo. Hell, I thought, this girl is taking her dildo to work, she loves to have fun. I was caressing her crotch. I made another discovery. It wasn’t a dildo! It was a real dick! Her dick. I found a penis under her skirt!

I stopped fondling her. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was impossible. I’d just had sex with a man. I guess it took me a while to make a decision. The girl’s words woke me up:

-So, do you like my pussy?

She was caressing herself with my hand. I was gazing at her face, trying to find male features. There were none. She was still that gorgeous woman I’d been dreaming about. Her smile was still enchanting. Her body was still driving me crazy. She smiled at me. I couldn’t resist her charm. Then she moved her pelvis up and I found myself jerking her stem. I still wanted her. The pervertedness of the situation made me even hotter. Damn, nobody will ever know about it! I thought. My only concern was to make her (her?) feel good.

I started jerking her. It was the first time in my life that I was holding somebody else’s dick in my hands. She was helping me. Her skirt was rising up. She closed her eyes, licking her lips. She was moaning. I thought of the guy sitting near us. I thought he could hear her. Well, seemed he didn’t care about us at all. The girl was on the verge of bliss. She was fidgeting on the seat, moaning louder and louder. The dickhead was well lubricated, my hand was smoothly moving to and fro along the shaft. I wanted to see her prick. It was so huge and hard, so it was difficult to imagine it was a real organ, that it wasn’t fake. But it was real. Her phallus was as real and natural as mine. And mine was getting harder too.

I never stopped jerking her off. I felt incredible sensations. I wasn’t embarrassed. I bent down and kissed her lips. They were hot and soft. I was burning with desire.

-Jerk me, jerk me, babe, till I cum on your hand. – She whispered and smiled.

Her order and her smile made me go plumb crazy. I began fondling her more vehemently, whispering nasty things in her ear. I enjoyed the fuck. The risk of being seen or caught by the police and the pervertedness and absurdity of the situation were turning me on. My palm was like a slit squeezing her cock.

-I’m cumming, - she kept on whispering, looking into my eyes.

She was looking differently now. I could read a request in her look. She was asking me to help her cum, let her do it on my palm. She was dependant on me that moment. That was the moment I realized I was madly in love with her. And then it happened. Her pecker twitched several times. I had a handful of her semen. Her semen. She took my hand and liked it clean, sucking every finger. I saw her hard-on through the skirt.

-It was great, - she sighed happily.

Then she stood up and set he skirt right. There was no dick seen anymore. I saw a wonderful woman near me again. But I knew her secret, and it made me like her even more.

She winked at me and got off the bus. She didn’t say a word. My head felt dizzy till the end of the day. I was having sex in a bus! I was having sex with a man! I guess it’s clear I couldn’t concentrate on my work that day.

I never saw her again. For another month I was hoping to find her in the bus. It was useless. I spent dozens of sleepless nights trying to imagine what had happened to her. Sometimes it seems to me it was just a dream, but I could still feel her touch, smell her perfume, I felt her lips on mine, I was holding her cock. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life dreaming about that “girl” from the bus.

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3 Responses to “In the bus”

1. Dairren Says:
   October 23rd, 2007 at 9:24 am

   Hell, is it true? Could that happen in a bus? What ’bout the people who were near? I don’t believe this can be true but I love extreme sex and I once tried sex in the elevator, I was fucking a drunk chick there, but heck, the doors opened and I was seen!

2. mr upadhyay Says:
   April 2nd, 2008 at 5:53 am

   Hi i am fucking boy.
   are fuck with me
   i am wait for you
   ok see you tommoro

3. Babe Says:
   September 8th, 2008 at 12:52 am

   I want to know if its true!

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