Story 4: The Bus Ride

Normally, Marie never takes the bus.

But, on this occasion, she has no idea where she is or where she’s going.  It’s not that she minds the bus...it’s mostly that she usually misses it.  Or can’t for the life of her get the schedule straight. It’s a miracle she managed to catch this particular bus after leaving the airport.  

She sighs deeply.  Her flight was way longer than she’d expected and she feels exhausted and messy.  She looks down and notices that, once again, the top buttons of her dress have come undone and part of her breast is showing.  ‘Oh, not again!’, she says....and quickly fumbles to re-button it.  Also, her blue dress (which this morning looked pretty lovely and slightly sexy) now resembles a wrinkled handkerchief.  No amount of smoothing is going to fix THAT, she thinks. 

This work trip to California is crazy - she was completely surprised that they needed her to attend a meeting at the main office.  She’s just an accounting assistant...what do they want HER for?  Her boss at home in New Hampshire (where the trees are gorgeous with powdery snow, but where the air is bitter cold) encouraged her to meet the head of the department (“He’s sweet.  You’ll love him!”, her boss had said.)  I’m sure I will, Marie says...though, inside, she’s questioning her boss’s judgement.

Finally settled in her seat, she glances out of the window and notices how beautiful everything is.  The sun is shining and the trees (ones she’s never seen before) are looming over the streets like tall, majestic giants.  She smiles to herself and feels a moment of calm happiness after the hectic morning she’s had.  Mmm...such nice, warm sunshine.

It was then that she notices the person sitting next to her.  After taking her seat at the back of the bus near the window, she’d pretty much got caught up in her own thoughts and failed to realize that someone had taken the seat next to her.  Not wanting to be too obvious, she turns her head slightly to the left and takes a quick peek.  The first thing she notices about him is his handsome face.  Wow, I got lucky, Marie thinks to herself.   And he wears glasses, too...and he wears them well.  God, he has a nice face...with that slim beard and short hair.  She gets a little shiver of excitement, but looks back towards the window so that she wouldn’t be caught staring at him.

At that moment, the bus turns a sharp corner and he’s slightly thrown towards her direction.  His right leg pushes against hers, so warm and firm that she hopes for a moment he won’t move back to his side of the seat.  But, he laughs slightly, slides back and his amazing eyes look at her, and says, “Oh, sorry...I didn’t mean to lean into you like that.”  She smiles shyly and looks down (trying to hide her blushing cheeks) while she thinks to herself, ‘Oh, please, please, lean into me again.’

Now that she’d heard his voice (He could talk to me for 5 minutes about anything and I’d be wet, she thought) and felt his lean, hard body for that wonderful minute, Marie could barely keep her heart from pounding.

She tries to keep looking out of the window, but no amount of beautiful sunshine could distract her from feeling his presence next to her.  Crap, she thought.  Keep your mind on this bus ride so you can get off at the hotel and make this damn meeting (that you don’t really need to be attending...ugh).

Marie reaches into her bag and pulls out some lip gloss, just to have something to do with her hands.  She notices that he glanced over at her at that moment and, to her surprise, moves slightly closer to her. Maybe I’m imagining things, she says to herself.   He seems to be watching her rub the lip gloss on her lips out of the corner of his eye, while casually unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and loosening his tie.   

She thinks, ‘Hell, he’s turning me on so much.  I can barely breathe...’

The bus reaches the next stop and there’s only a few people left.  Two poor homeless guys sleeping or snoring, one woman intently reading a book and a teenager listening to headphones. Marie has no idea when her stop will come, but hopes it’s not soon.  The guy next to her is still on the bus and she wants to sit next to him as long as possible. 

She has a sudden impulse to turn to him and beg him to let her touch his cock. Or just see the outline of it against his pants.  ‘I’m a total nymphomaniac’, she says to herself.

But, then, the bus stops and a large number of people get on.  There must be some convention, she thinks.  Many of them were having a hard time finding a seat and there is a lot of scrambling to get everyone in.  Marie ends up giving her seat to an elderly woman and has to grab onto a pole when the bus lurches forward. The bus is now totally packed with people, when only a moment ago it was pretty empty.  Well, only a few minutes more, she thinks.  Then, I’ll need a long, hot bath and collapse in bed.

The guy next to her has slowly creeped toward the pole (having also given up his seat) and, to her surprise, grabs the pole above her head.  Now that they’re both standing up, she can see that he’s at least a foot taller than her and even more good looking than she’d thought.  His muscular arm is right beside her left ear and he’s standing so close behind her that she can smell him - the feel of his arm (she loves arms) and the fantastic, masculine scent of him is torture.  Please, please touch me, she begs him in her mind.  

He leans his head down towards her ear and whispers softly, “I think you’re beautiful.  I’d love to kiss you.”  After hearing this, Marie turns to look up into his handsome face.  Her hands are shaking, her heart is pounding and her pussy is so wet.  Before she even has a chance to say thank you, he puts his warm lips down to her neck, kissing her softly, moving slowly, inch by inch, up to her lips.  When his lips touch hers, it’s like time is standing still.  She doesn’t care about anyone else around her, what they might be thinking or doing.  She puts her hands on his waist (her head is only about chest height on him!) and pulls him closer to her.   Is this really happening??

She can feel his hard cock pressing into her belly and aches to touch it.  His hands move from her shoulders down to the buttons of her dress, opening up the top just enough to caress her skin lightly with his fingertips.  Marie can barely breathe. He moves his fingers to her nipples, which are now straining against her lace bra, and rubs them gently.  She can’t help but gasp slightly and bury her face in his strong chest.  He keeps rubbing her tits and her nipples until she feels like she wants to cum.  

Then, he stops.

Her pussy is aching for him. Her whole body wants him.  He looks down at her (oh, those eyes!) and says softly, “Will you trust me?” and...in that wild, crazy moment...she does.  It’s mad...it makes no sense...it’s dangerous...but none of that matters to her right now.  She nods slowly, smiling up at him.  His smile back at her is confident, a little determined and so damn sexy...

He gently puts his hands on her shoulders and turns her away from him.  She’s now facing the pole she’s been hanging onto and he’s standing behind her...so strong and quiet.  He places his briefcase on the floor and gestures for her to get up on it.  Feeling completely conspicuous and embarrassed, she steps up on it anyway and hopes no one is noticing what’s going on.  The noise and amount of people is overwhelming.

She feels his hands on her waist and then one of his hands moves down to unzip his pants.  She holds her breath.  He gently lifts the back of her dress and pushes closer to her so that she can feel his hard cock against her ass. It’s hot and slightly wet.  He inches his hands down to her panties and pulls the damp fabric to the side, his breath quickening.  The moment that he slides his thick cock inside of her makes her want to cry it feels so good.  His cock is larger than she’s used to and she can’t believe how much she wants to cum just from that one movement. 

At first, he doesn’t move.  His cock is just throbbing so hard and deep inside of her tight pussy.  Marie wants to reach back and grab his ass to push him deeper.  Then, so slowly, so achingly slow, he starts moving.  She has to bite her lip to keep from screaming out.  Her forehead is pressed against the metal pole and her eyes are closed tightly.  His cock feels like heaven.  He’s fucking her so deliberately...with restraint, she thinks...and care.  She’s so close to an orgasm that she has to grab the pole tighter and she whimpers unconsciously.

She can feel that he’s close, too.  He grabs her tits firmly with the next thrust and she cums...fast and hard.  It takes her breath away.  She cums at least twice, maybe more.  The feeling won’t stop...it’s dizzying...unbelieveable.  Suddenly, he buries his face into her neck and pounds into her, his moaning muffled by her hair.  She can feel him cum inside her, his warm fluids dripping down her leg.  Marie automatically reaches down and touches the wetness, bringing her fingers up to her lips and tongue to taste him.

He brings his arms from her waist to envelope her gently.  He’s still breathing heavy and she can feel his heart pounding against her back.  Marie just wants him to stay like that forever...holding her.  

After a minute, he pulls her dress back down (looking from side to side to see if anyone noticed them...though she doesn’t care about anything else at the moment), kisses her neck again.  She can feel him zipping up his pants and fixing the tails of his shirt.  Before she turns around to face him, he holds her still and whispers again in her ear, “You’re so wonderful.  I wanted you as soon as I saw you.”  

Marie carefully steps off of the briefcase and turns towards him, reaching for his handsome face with the eyes that mesmerize her, and brings her soft, warm lips to his, kissing him, pressing up onto her tiptoes to reach him.  She feels his tongue tentatively explore her mouth and it makes her whole body tingle even more.  He says, “Stay for the rest of the ride?  Don’t leave me yet.” and, after thinking for a bit, she smiles and nods.