I go wherever the Stream may take me; I am not the Stream
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Late Night Bus Trip
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Late Night Bus Trip
It began around 11:00 p.m. in San Francisco at the Grey Dog depot. I was coming back to my hometown for a visit. Having arrived later than expected I had to rush to catch the bus. When I got on most of the seats were already occupied so I made the slow walk back looking both left and right for a seat. I was almost to the rear of the bus before I saw a place to sit. I put my bag up and before taking my seat I noticed that the person next to the window was a woman. She was staring out the window and could care less who was sitting next to her.
It was late and even though my body was tired my mind was awake. It had been more than a year since I had been home and I was reflecting on memories of times passed, catching up on the news of old friends, and generally looking forward to a good time.
Before long the bus had fired up its engine, the driver engaged the gears and we were off. I hadn't ridden the bus for a cross country trip before and thought that it would be an interesting diversion from the plane. I had no idea what a trip it would be.
We had gotten on the freeway heading south. The first scheduled stop was only an hour and half away. I snuggled best I could into the seat looking for a little nap. The sound of the engine was amplified keeping me from sleeping but there were several folks already fast asleep, their heads bowing downwards... veterans of the Grey Dog. I glanced to my right to see if the woman next to me was also sleeping.
What I could see of her in the dim light looked nice... the profile of her head propped up in the corner of the seat against the window, eyes closed and a slight smile on her face, as if she were having a good dream. I finally found some comfort and sleep overtook me.
Before I knew it the bus had reached its first stop. I could hear the rumblings of the passengers, some of whom were departing. Of course there were others boarding to take their place - musical chairs is what I thought and I turned my head to look out the window. She was awake. I nodded my head with that silent hello and gave her a smile. Her eyes still not quite awake brightened up and she returned the greeting.
A short time had passed; the new passengers found their seats and the bus again hit the road. It was well past midnight and the air was getting colder. I wondered if this bus had a heater. I was not dressed for the temperature change at all. My feet and legs were beginning to chill. I looked out the window again and of course I couldn't see much. The woman next to me must have felt the same chill but she was prepared. She reached under her seat and pulled out a blanket which she spread over her legs and tucked her heat in. She glanced over at me while doing that and again with that nice smile.
"Are you getting cold?" she asked. Her voice was soft as to not wake up the sleeping passengers.
"Yeah, my legs and feet are really getting cold in here."
She pulled her blanket and draped part of it over my legs. Her forearm rubbed up against my own. There was a pleasant response I felt from that simple contact... one that warmed me. I smiled back at her, "Thank you. Thank you very much," I said while looking into her eyes.
"You're welcome," and she patted my arm and left her hand there - right on my forearm. This was a surprise! I sure didn't mind at all and reached over and gently patted her hand above the blanket and let it stay...
She began slowly rubbing my arm then went down to my wrist, her fingers inching towards my hand. Needless to say I found this to be pretty hot. Here I was in a bus in the middle of the night sitting next to a woman, a perfect stranger, and she's rubbing my hand. I turned my hand over and our fingers entwined. We simultaneously squeezed our fingers together then held them tightly for several seconds before slowly releasing them. Her hand went to my right thigh and lingered there for a brief moment. I guessed she was looking for a response so again with my left hand over the blanket lightly covering her left hand, with a brief, light squeeze I gave her assurance that whatever she was doing was alright with me.
Her fingers traced my right thigh - back and forth, back and forth, so slowly and cautiously, as if she were doing something she shouldn't but wanted to. I was by then getting hard and my breathing was getting heavier. I knew I had to slow down and relax and meet her pace. I took a deep breath and held it for several seconds before releasing it slowly. My hand sought out her left thigh... I would reciprocate, gladly.
During this time, other than her offering to share her blanket, I had not looked at her. I was just enjoying the mysterious play that was going on between us. I turned my head to the right to look at her but was surprised to see her own face turned, staring out the window. Her profile in the darkness of the bus revealed her right hand up against her mouth, her fingers tracing her lips, her breathing fogging the cold window. She made no effort to look my way but only continued tracing my thigh as I did hers.
I straightened up my head, closed my eyes and felt her delicate touch move up towards my cock. Softly and slowly she traced the outline of my erection against my pants. I stretched my legs as best I could in the confines of the seating area. I was offering myself to her and as I did, I began pulling up the material of her skirt, an inch at a time at first, then when she raised her left leg up I found it very easy to pull the skirt up, revealing most of her warm and smooth thighs.
My hand slid between the softness of her legs. It felt absolutely wonderful! The warmth of her flesh made the cold night air of the bus meaningless.
She unzipped my pants. She was a master of her left hand as she fingered her way in and quickly found her way to my naked stiff cock. I glanced over to her again as I ran my right hand up to her pussy. She didn't have any panties on! She opened her legs as wide as the seat would allow, all the time staring out the fogged window, two of her fingers on her right hand now inside her mouth... sliding in and out as if she were finger fucking her own mouth all the while squeezing my hot swollen cock.
My fingers easily found their way to her very moist and hot lips. I traced her lips from the bottom slowly up to her clit then down again... around and around, only spending a brief moment on her clit. She slid her ass towards my fingers, all the while sucking her two fingers staring out the window. With that move of hers I slowly slid my middle finger into her. It went in so smoothly that I placed a second finger in followed by a third. I could hear her muffled moans and she adjusted herself to make entry even easier. I finger fucked her with the same pace that she used with my own cock. In and out, in and out, I was in a state of divine delirium here in the back of a bus going down the freeway in the middle of the night. Perfect strangers, the both of us, touching, feeling, grabbing each others sex under the blanket.
My dick was pulled out and standing so goddam stiff I thought of nothing but the moment - this woman's hands now jerking me off with a vengeance. I didn't give a shit if everyone on the bus was looking or not by that time, and apparently she didn't either... her forehead now rammed against the glass and the condensation of the window exploding into beautiful abstracts reflected from the occasional oncoming lights. Her fingers were in her mouth quieting her cries of pleasure. I could hear her moans subside, her fingers now out of her mouth, as she took a deep breath...
She leaned to her left and faced me for the first time since sharing her blanket, her left hand still holding my cock. She angled herself towards me and with her right hand going under the blanket she now grabbed me with both hands, fingers stiffened, palms against my naked cock, she finished me off. I came like never before, shooting deep within her blanket, over and over until I had no more. I was completely and totally relaxed. I put both my hands over hers and gave her a squeeze.
The bus began slowing down; taking an exit... it was arriving at the next stop. She whispered to me to zip up. She was at her destination. I quickly got myself together and she folded up her blanket and after the bus came to a stop, she excused herself. I got up and she got her bag from the rack and with her blanket in hand, she walked away into the cold night air.
I slid over to her seat and leaned my head against the window. Raising my right hand up I could smell her sex mixed against the smell of her hair. I breathed against the window and there in the condensation was the outline of her lips. I kissed them as I caught a glimpse of her for the last time...
[Note: this incident never happened, at least physically. It only happened in my imagination]
Cecil
07 Aug 2005
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